Winter in Stalingrad

It was the coldest winter in the Soviet Union.

The sky was not even the dark gray of previous years. The young soldier raised his head, and what was printed in his light gray eyes was the ruins of Stalingrad that had been devastated by the fire for days and nights.

Beautiful sparks float melodiously into the billowing black smoke.

He couldn't see the sun or the moon, his ears were blasted by the round-the-clock artillery, and the severe tinnitus interfered with his judgment.He knew there was only the sound of burning stumps and limbs, but he always had auditory hallucinations.

Among those chaotic voices, there were women's cries for help, children's cries, his brothers moaning incessantly when they were seriously injured, the passionate recitation of the announcer on the radio, and the ticking of the wartime status alarm.

Suddenly it all fell silent.

He stopped and didn't move anymore, and behind the wall in front of him that was blown to the point where only half of it fell down, he could clearly hear the sound of breathing.

The Soviet soldier lifted the AK-47 subconsciously, and the weight of the machine gun gave him a sense of security and confidence.

He tried to walk as lightly as possible, intending to quietly go around the broken wall to investigate the situation on the opposite side without disturbing any creatures.But soon realizing it was futile, his feet dug into the rubble, making a sound that nearly broke the silence of the area.

"You'd better get down, young soldier, or you'll be the target of a sniper."

The person on the other side of the wall said, the soldier's heart suddenly settled down a lot.

The accent is a little weird, but it's Russian.

The soldier heeded the advice and bent down.Almost at the same time, a bullet flew over his head.

"Damn it!!" the young man cursed. After brushing shoulders with death, he realized that the person on the other side was trying to help him. He must have known where there was a sniper nearby.But that means that the savior on the opposite side is exposed to the range of the sniper.

"Are you okay?" The young man asked, "Would you like to come over to my side?"

"It's okay, there is a bunker in front of me. You stay still, I have to crawl over."

A few minutes later, his savior finally crawled over half of the low wall and came to his side.

The young Soviet soldier stared in amazement at the older soldier who had just spoken to him in his mother tongue, and he could hardly believe his eyes.Then, without hesitation, he raised the gun again, a move that was instinctive.

It was a German soldier.

He is tall and has deep eyes, but his clothes are already poor, and his beard that hasn't been shaved for a few days covers most of his face.The insignia on his shoulders indicated that the man had a military rank—Second Sergeant Major, a full six ranks above the Soviet fighters.

"Don't shoot, young man!" said the German. "I have come to surrender."

No wonder the Soviet soldiers found his accent very strange. It was a German accent, and of course he was not familiar with it.

The Soviet swallowed, still eyeing his enemy suspiciously, finger on the trigger, hesitant to kill the man right away.

The German saw what was going on in his heart.

"Please don't kill me." He said sincerely, "Take me to see your commander, I can provide important military information."

He is a rebel? ! !

Young people realize this right away.

It is rare for a traitor to appear among the Germans, and Soviet soldiers realized the importance of this person.He is a German soldier who can speak Russian, and his rank is not low. Perhaps, as he said, he can provide important information.

I have to take this possibility seriously, the battle situation is so erratic, they will need any intelligence from the enemy.

"Throw all the weapons on your body in front of me!"

After making up his mind, the young man issued an order: "Do it slowly. If you behave suspiciously, I will shoot you. I will kill you at this distance."

The German soldier did as he did. He still raised one hand to show his surrender, and slowly touched the weapon on his body with the other.A pistol, magazines, two sabers, and a grenade.

With his hands down, he tossed the grenade lightly, almost touching the ground, so that it would roll in front of the Soviet soldiers.

The young man picked up the opponent's weapons one by one, put them in his pocket, and then put down the gun.He believed that the other party had really come to surrender to him.

What happened next was beyond the expectations of the Germans. The handsome Soviet soldier showed a kind smile and extended his right hand with a thick glove to the German soldier.

"Gennasi Ivan Sidorov." The Soviet said his name.

"Felix Moritz Bach." Out of politeness, the German also told him his own name.

At this time, Bach began to feel that he might have miscalculated the Soviet man's age at the beginning.

He has delicate features, big and bright eyes, red lips, and even a little baby fat cheeks. He is tall and handsome. He is a beautiful boy, but the thick dark circles under his eyes make him look a bit gloomy.But make no mistake, Gennasi was a kid.

It is nothing new for a child to go to war with a machine gun in his hand.

A bullet from a German sniper broke the brief peace.

The two men in different military uniforms almost shrank back in fright at the same time.

"Let's leave this place first." Bach said, he looked around, and then pointed to a building not far away: "It should be hidden over there."

Gennasi looked in the direction he pointed, and felt that it was a good hiding spot, and the walls of the entire building were basically intact.

The two bent down, took cover from the ruins and thick smoke, carefully avoided the sniper fire, and slowly moved into the building.

"Man, this is a good place."

When they were safe, Gennasi inspected the building carefully, sighing.

This place should have been a wealthy family. There were two exits from the house, and the other exit in the backyard had no snipers.There is a warehouse there, and there is a basement inside. There are six or seven rooms upstairs and downstairs, and many of the furniture are in good condition.

If Gennathy could safely join his forces, he would certainly recommend setting up a stronghold here.

Bach sat down on a sofa chair and stretched his legs.

He was really exhausted, he didn't know how the Soviet youth was doing, but he really needed to refresh and eat.

But Gennasi had no intention of leaving his prisoner here alone. Maybe the German bearded man would repent, run back to his companions 200 meters away, and sell himself.

"Now is not the time to sit down." The Soviet youth pounded Bach's back with the butt of his gun: "You have to go with me to find anything to keep warm and whether there is anything to eat. Let me declare in advance that we will fight this time." There is no ration of carry-on food."

"If these furniture are dismantled and used as wood, wouldn't it be possible to make a fire on the spot?" Bach said.

The Soviets showed a contemptuous look:

"No wonder you froze so many people to death in Leningrad."

He sarcastically said that Bach couldn't find a word to refute him.I am already a prisoner of war. It is meaningless to challenge the Soviet soldiers on the issue of heating at this time.

The Germans had no choice but to cheer up and began to follow the Soviets in the abandoned buildings to find all materials that could be used for survival.

The luck of the two is still good.Found an ax, a large iron bucket, some pottery, and a small wooden bucket.In an obscure corner of the warehouse, Bach also found some potatoes and a jar of sugar.

Perhaps by God's blessing, Bach also found two bottles of vodka at the same time.Upon seeing the glass bottles of wine, Gennasi was overwhelmed with joy and gave his prisoner a hug.

With these, the Soviets began to use their extremely powerful survival skills in winter, and Bach helped the boy.

They made two simple stoves with scattered bricks, and Gennasi put iron buckets on them, which were filled with snow, and the Soviets sent the Germans to pick them up from the yard on the spot.

At this time, Bach realized that this thing seems to be used for bathing.

The German man was almost moved to tears.

He hadn't showered or shaved since entering Stalingrad, and he couldn't sleep because of the lice all over his body.This is simply torture for Germans who are born with cleanliness.

Now, he can take a bath!

"You can go in after the water is hot." Gennasi said, "Leave the clothes to me."

"Ah." Bach was a little embarrassed: "I can wash it myself."

"Who said I'm going to wash your clothes?" Gennaxi rolled his eyes: "Of course you wash your own clothes, but you must give them to me now, lest you run away."

This trick is tough enough, who wants to run naked on the streets of Stalingrad in winter?You can't die like this, okay?

Bach obediently did so, stripped naked, and then climbed into the iron bucket.

"Ah—" he sighed comfortably.

He could still vaguely hear gunfire outside the house, but as long as there was hot water, he could turn a blind eye to the tanks driving in front of him.

"Hey, go on!" Gennasi threw him a very short paring knife, and then a shard of a mirror.

"Shave your beard."

"Thank you." Bach said from the bottom of his heart, and the Soviet boy just smiled shyly.Then he put the German uniforms in his hand on another stove and baked them through the bricks.

Bach saw with his own eyes that piles of lice crawled out of his clothes because they couldn't stand the high temperature. This method is better than Germans who bury their clothes in the soil, bake them on the soil layer, and burn the lice with reeds. The method is much simpler and rude.

"You are simply a genius."

Gennasi silently accepted his compliment, and after helping Bach clean up his clothes, he began to cook the few potatoes.

Night had fallen by the time the Germans came out of the barrels.

Bach had a new look, his face was clean, no longer covered by beard, and the characteristic thin lips and wide chin of Germans were exposed.Tall and strong build reveals that he is a veteran of combat experience.

After he was fully dressed, he asked the Soviets if they would come to take a wash, and the latter said shamelessly that he could last for a few days.

Then Gennasi dismantled the two small stoves, poured out the water in the bucket, and added wood to it.

During the defense of Leningrad, the Soviets often used this method to keep warm.Compared with a small bonfire, such a large barrel can meet the needs of more people, and it is also safer.

Soldiers from two different camps dined around the iron pod, Bach drank hot water out of washed crockery, and Gennasi drank vodka, and only vodka, which he had no intention of sharing with the Germans.

After a few sips of wine, the Soviets finally let go of their guard.Opened up and chatted with the only person of the same kind around me and the person I was talking to.Both get a better understanding of who the other is.

Gennasi was just a 17-year-old kid, as Bach expected.While still a student at the Artillery Academy, war broke out, and he followed in the footsteps of his father, who died at the front, as a volunteer soldier. Soon after the Battle of Stalingrad, Gennasi participated as a T-34 tank operator. fought.But when he drove the tank into the city of Stalingrad, the city had already been bombed by thousands of bombers by the German army. There were rubble and broken walls everywhere, and the T-34 couldn't move an inch.

They had to give up using tanks to fight the Germans. Gennasi, like everyone else, picked up a machine gun and started a close encounter with the Germans in the ruins.

But Bach's situation is more complicated. He has half Polish blood, probably because he could not tolerate what Germany did to Poland. He was one of the few German soldiers who did not join the Nazi Party.Before joining the army, he studied abroad in the UK to study languages, so he can speak the languages ​​of several countries.After joining the army, he gradually showed his talent, but because of his bad pedigree, he has not been taken seriously, and now he can only work on the front line, responsible for analyzing first-hand intelligence.

"Is that why you chose to betray the Germans? Because you have Polish blood?" asked Gennasi, who had already finished his first bottle of wine and seemed to have no intention of letting go of the second bottle.

"No, you're overthinking. I'm not the kind of literary and romantic person. The purpose of Germany's attack on the Soviet Union was nothing more than resources. People can do anything for resources. I have absolutely no objection to such a profitable war. The reason why I betrayed is because I think Germany should lose the war in the end. The Führer's several interventions have caused us to lose the battle. He is arrogant and arrogant. If the war situation is even slightly unfavorable, he will never allow us. It’s half a step back. However, a person with impure blood like me can only hang out on the front line, and I really earned it by living up to now, but I don’t think I can persist until the end of the war if I continue like this.”

"Then you..." Gennasi was a little confused, the harm of alcohol came out, his mind was not as fast as before.

"I will die sooner or later if I stay there, but if I sell the information I have learned to the Soviet army, I can live with preferential treatment and protection as a prisoner of war."

Bach said with a wicked smile.

【dong——】

Gennasi smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, then stood up, and made a behavior that Bach didn't expect.

The Soviet kicked Bach in the chest, knocking him to the ground.Then he just sat on him like this, and before Bach could recover, a pair of amazingly powerful hands clasped his arms.

"You bloody Germans! Sure enough, you are all shameless people with ulterior motives!" Gennasi cursed, and the smell of alcohol on his body could almost make Bach pass out.

Damn it, how did this brat suddenly turn into a thug?

Bach grabbed Gennasi's hands and tried to break them apart.But he, who was more muscular than this boy, couldn't move his hands at all.

Are the Soviets all monsters?

"Gennasi!! Stop!" Bach had to beg for mercy.

Gennasi finally let go of his neck, but the next second, one of his hands was on Bach's mouth again.

"Woo one one one one" the German protested, at least let me take a breath, okay?

Then, what the Soviets did next really scared the German youth.

He began to take off his own and Bach's pants, and the sound of the belt being undone filled Bach's ears, adding a touch of ambiguity to the originally tense conflict.

Could it be that he... wants to do that with himself, right?

Of course, Bach is not a good man and a believer. He is now being crushed by a strange man, and the other man's body has already responded.They were so close together that Bach could feel everything.

"Mr. Bach..." Gennasi finally started talking to him, but what he said made people shudder: "What should I do? I want to rape you..."

Are you embarrassed to ask what to do?

Bach cursed in his heart.

But at this time, even if he said to Gennaxi: [Young man, calm down, don't be stupid and do bad things. ] Such words are useless.

Gennasi, like all 17-year-old boys, can't control himself once he gets excited.

He groped Bach's body exposed to the cold air almost instinctively, and then tried to enter his body without taking any measures.

"!!!!!!"

Bach had never seen a man go berserk in the form of homosexual rape, and he never thought he would be a victim.

However, the icy winter temperatures of Stalingrad made the Germans' bodies tense to death.

The Soviet teenager obviously had no experience in this field. He tried twice in succession, but he failed to successfully insert the penis into Bach's body. He couldn't do it well with a woman like this.

"Damn it!" Gennasi swears, grabbing Bach's thighs with both hands, lifting them up and tucking them under his arm to prevent the man beneath him from escaping.Then he picked up the vodka that had been thrown aside, and took a sip into his mouth.But he didn't do it for drinking. The boy looked at the German's legs, forcing him to expose his most private parts to himself, and then sprayed the wine in his mouth between Bach's legs.

"No no no————" Bach screamed, speaking all in German in his desperation.

The stimulation of alcohol was so strong that Bach suddenly lost his rationality.

"Let go of me! Help!!"

He swayed his body one last time, trying to break free from the restraints of the Soviet men.

And this can only make Gennaxi even more excited, a smile appeared on the boy's lids, this boy who is as cute as an angel smiles, but behaves like a devil.

He couldn't understand a word of Bach's German, but the sounds intoxicated him.Regardless of Bach's struggle with all his strength, he pressed his waist with one hand, held his own penis with his free hand, and tried to penetrate Bach's body again.

This time, he succeeded.

The strength of the alcohol was evident, and although the tightness of the German's pussy was painfully tight, he was patient and kept pushing.

Bach was in so much pain that he couldn't even cry out. He could only grit his teeth and try hard to find a chance to breathe in his groans. If he didn't do this, he would probably die of suffocation.

Gennasi finally buried his dick completely into Bach's pussy, and he didn't stop for half a second. This was his first time making love, and he didn't know how to control the rhythm and let the other party get way of pleasure.Almost immediately after he was inside, he began to swing his waist, thrusting and thrusting inside Bach's body.

"Bastard! At least let me get used to it!" Bach had already given up his resistance, and when things got to this point, he began to hate the boy's roughness and jerkyness.If he could get pleasure, at least he wouldn't be in such pain.

The German supported the cold and dirty concrete floor with his hands, and adjusted his body position with difficulty. He had no choice but to cooperate with the perpetrator out of an instinct.

"Great!" Gennasi let out an uncontrollable growl: "Bach, you are great!"

Little by little, he could tell in Bach's voice where he felt happy when he bumped into it.Bach's uterus, which was exposed in front of his eyes, obviously began to harden, and some liquid was secreted from the top.

The Soviet teen grabs the German's cock with his hands as he begins to arouse under the guidance of this older foe.The beast-like intuition guided him what to do, and he began to stroke his fingers up and down. At the same time, he bent down, licked Bach's sexy thin lips with his tongue, and sent his tongue into his mouth while the German soldier was panting.

He didn't even realize that what he was doing was kissing, he just greedily enjoyed the breath of lust.

The rationality of both of them was burned by the heat in their waists.

Bach didn't make any more resistance, but cooperated with the boy to open his legs and clamp his waist.Gennasi's movements were so ferocious that he knocked out every blow.

Like beasts, they copulate to orgasm.

After venting his sexual desire, Gennasi finally felt tired.He lay on top of Bach and fell into a heavy sleep without even pulling out his cock.Bach didn't have the strength and was too lazy to push him away. His breathing gradually became steady, and the air smelled after watching sex and the smell of alcohol.

From today on, he understood a truth.

Drunk Soviets are brutes!