Winter in Stalingrad

Dawn came against anyone's wishes.

That night, [-] people died in the freezing cold of Stalingrad.Ironically, the more people die, the better the chances of survival for those who remain.

Bach endured the pain in his buttocks and went to the backyard to collect snow water, ready to heat it up and wash his body.

Yes, compared to the pain he felt in his heart after being raped by someone, he couldn't bear the stench of bodily fluids inside and out of his body.

When he came back, he saw the young Soviet artilleryman sitting disheveled, with his face buried deep in his hands.

Obviously, he was blaming himself.

"So I did it?"

Gennasi's voice came from between his own fingers, and it sounded like someone was pinching his nose to speak.The boy's voice is still in the final stage of changing, and now he can hear some childish voices.

This is the boy who did nasty things to himself last night, don't be fooled by his pitiful appearance.

The Germans had to remind themselves.

"Yes, you are inferior to a beast." Bach answered him calmly.

The boy raised his head, his face was covered with tears, his nose was red from crying, he twitched, and bit his finger with his teeth.Then he shook his head, drooping sadly again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Bach was silent for a while, he found it difficult for him to be emotionally angry with this man.He should be angry, but he isn't.He even calmly began to think about whether he should take revenge on him and continue to taunt him, or give up thinking about it.

This is the price of growing up. Bach experienced and saw too much after joining the army.On one occasion, his own close comrades gang-raped a Soviet woman in front of him.This is not an isolated case, nor does it only happen in the German army. Sometimes the Soviet army also committed crimes against the people of their own country.When people don't know that they have a few days to live, they will want to destroy all the rules that restrict themselves.He had faced such a temptation before.

He can be sure that Gennasi did not have malicious intentions to inflict violence on him. If that was the case, Bach, whose weapons he took away, should be dead by now.

"Don't blame yourself for this," Bach said, feeling less like a victim than a mediator.Gennasi looked at him with teary eyes. The boy didn't know what to say. He should already feel ashamed to face his captive.

"Besides, we don't have time for you to be depressed here." The German patted Gennasi on the shoulder, and then pulled him up, so easily that he wondered if this man was the Hercules from last night.

"Now is wartime, and most soldiers will do things that they would not normally do. If you are still a soldier, you should think more about your responsibilities. I am from your enemy camp. Show me now. Are your jokes okay?"

Such encouragement finally made Gennaxi let go of his emotions. He wiped his face and took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Mr. Bach."

The latter raised his eyebrows rather indifferently, then pointed to the hot water:

"There's no breakfast, but we can wash ourselves up."

After what happened last night, Gennasi thought that Bach would at least be angry and ignore him or something.But unexpectedly, he was so generous that he took off his shirt again in front of him.

Looking at the back muscles that were many times stronger than his own, Gennasi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.The teenager soon realizes that he seems to be having a little crush on a man's body.

No... Gennasi shook off those bad thoughts in his head, he hated his adolescent self, always having so many desires to vent.

"Shall I wash your hair for you?"

As if to cover up embarrassment and re-establish trust, Soviet soldiers offered to help.

The German hesitated for a moment. He clearly saw the Soviet boy in front of him showing a flattering smile, grinning like the Hofwalt dog he raised in his hometown, and he almost grew a wagging tail. .

Bach smiled, then took the initiative to bend his body.

"Okay, give me a wash." He said, "It's a pity that there is no soap, so it can only remove the smell."

Gennasi carefully washed his hands before washing Bach's hair. The German soldiers who cleaned twice in 12 hours made the Soviets who only bathed once a week begin to question their own concept of cleanliness.

As he held up the wooden bucket and slowly poured the hot water from it onto Bach's blond hair, he heard a low rumble.

[咚——] Gennasi threw away the wooden barrel, and Bach wasted all the water he had boiled so hard. Before the Germans had time to lose their temper, they saw the Soviet soldier's eyes glowing, and he rushed to pieces. In front of the glass window.

"It's a transport plane of the Soviet army!!" Gennasi shouted loudly: "Since the Volga River froze, the headquarters has sent planes to transport military supplies."

Hearing what he said, Bach's eyes lit up, and regardless of his wet, dripping hair, he imitated Gennasi and moved to the window to observe the direction of the transport plane.They all knew that there must be a stronghold of the Soviet army where the supplies fell.

At one point the plane suddenly began to descend, and before long they saw Soviet pilots dropping sacks of supplies directly on the ground.Immediately afterwards, the pilot raised the altitude of the aircraft. This time, the Soviets used parachutes to drop a few boxes.

Bach looked at the boxes that were finally thrown down and swayed to the ground, and couldn't help being curious:

"What are those? Bombs?"

"It's vodka, otherwise what else needs to be parachuted?" The Soviets answered him as a matter of course.

Bach opened his mouth wide and looked at him like a fool.And Gennasi was still carefully observing the location where the supplies landed, estimating the time and difficulty it would take to get there.

The Soviets used wine as military supplies... and they also used parachuting. They even dared to drop ammunition and bombs directly, but they wanted to parachute vodka.

This is the logic of the Soviets. ——Bach began to convince himself not to think about whether it was reasonable. Anyway, they just thought it was okay if they couldn't eat, and they would die if they couldn't drink.

"I think we have to take some risks." Gennasi put his hand on Bach's shoulder: "We have to go there immediately to join the troops. Although the transport plane brought supplies, it also exposed the position of the Soviet army. The movement is too slow. If not, they might move their base."

The two of them simply packed up and were ready to go.

Gennasi pulled the pistol and magazines he had seized from Bach from his jacket pocket and threw them back at him.The latter held the weapon in his hand and showed a sinister expression to the Soviets.

"Aren't you afraid that I will plot against you?"

The boy shrugged indifferently: "Ours is passing through the fire zone, if you want to waste a bullet and hit someone who can help you open the way, you are welcome."

Even so, the Germans understood that if Gennasi didn't trust him, he could take himself around the city to avoid the firefighting area between the Soviet and German armies.No matter how difficult it is, it is better than being stabbed in the back by yourself.

However, he chose to trust his former enemy.

"Okay guide, you will lead the way."

Stalingrad used to be one of the most beautiful cities in the Soviet Union. In the winter of a year ago, the Germans destroyed another beautiful city - Leningrad. 85 people were trapped in their hometown and died of hunger and cold.

And now, the same repertoire plays out here.

Gennasi carefully led his captive across the city's battle lines.The terrain here changes every day, and there are fewer and fewer walkable roads.They had to take a long detour to avoid the German sniper range.

One morning passed, they only traveled 2 kilometers, and Bach could even observe the building they stayed in last night.

Both of them were exhausted, so they sat down and rested.The potatoes from last night had already been digested, and the cold and the tension along the way had seriously exhausted my energy.In the Soviet winter, without food, people would starve to death faster than in other places.

Gennasi took out his own kettle, drank some lukewarm water, and then handed the kettle to Bach.Of course, no one cares about drinking utensils that others have licked at such times.

Bach raised his head and drank the little water left, while Gennasi was watching. For some reason, the boy felt that he was getting thirstier.He turned away and put his hands on his chest.The heartbeat was fast, the way Bach raised his head to drink water, and the rhythm of his Adam's apple made Gennaxi feel agitated inside.

He's a 17-year-old boy, mature enough to recognize why he finds Bach sexy.He didn't know if he fell in love with this same-sex person, but his body knew who he had desires for.

"what happened to you?"

Aware of Gennasi's abnormality, Bach lowered his body and got close to him.

The boy ducked away as if electrocuted, distanced himself from Bach, but kept his eyes on his lips.

He remembered the kiss with him last night, and although he was drunk, his memory was very clear.

Unfortunately, Bach thought the same thing, and at the same time understood the reason for Gennasi's strange behavior.The roughness of the Soviet boys made him feel painful, but he had to admit that he was happy in the end.In these days of not knowing whether he will see the sun tomorrow, Bach doesn't mind indulging himself at all.

He leaned in front of Gennasi again, and this time, the boy didn't back away, in fact, there was nowhere to go.The faces of the German soldiers reflected in his pupils are getting closer and closer, and he can clearly see the regrown beards on his cheeks. The smell of scorched earth and cigarettes comes from his nostrils. These unpleasant smells in the past are now Such as making him feel extremely comfortable.

He simply closed his eyes in bewilderment.His body was expecting, and when the long-awaited lips were pressed against him, Gennasi no longer tried to suppress himself, but instead hugged Bach tightly.

The positions of the two men were reversed, and now it was Gennasi's turn to corner Bach.The Soviet artilleryman's arms were terrifyingly strong. Bach couldn't break free from his embrace at all, and couldn't even change his posture. He could only lower his head and kiss the boy whose upper body was much shorter than his.

Gennasi's kiss had a strong sense of encroachment, and it was hard to imagine that he was so strict and shy just now.He anxiously unbuttoned his jacket, and stopped in the middle of taking it off.

As if remembering something, he raised his face, suppressed his already chaotic breath, and asked with a trembling voice with a cautious expression: "Are you willing this time... No, I mean, don't you mind? "

Bach burst out laughing, Gennasi's nervousness like a virgin made him playful.

He didn't answer the boy's question, but took the boy's hand and pressed his palm between his legs.The heat and firmness of that spot made Gennasi itch unbearably.

His desire exploded all of a sudden, and his movements immediately became smooth.This time they were consensual, and Gennasi didn't have to worry about anything, and Bach cooperated with him very well.

When the Soviets found a position with great interest and prepared to poke in and fight.

He found he couldn't get in.

There was no relaxation at all in Bach's there.But Gennasi's experience last night couldn't bring him any help. The young man stood there in a daze, looking at the person under him with pleading eyes.

The German was amused. He stood up and stroked the boy's hair.

"It's okay, try again next time." He comforted the dejected Gennaxi: "To be honest, I don't have much confidence either. We are still very close to the front line, and I can't relax."

Then he took the Soviet genitals in his broad hands.

"There are other ways we can do it," gasped Bach.

The boy's breathing became heavy again, and he couldn't hold it any longer, so he had to rest his forehead on Bach's shoulder.Right now, he could see the erotic picture at a glance, and he felt that his brain was going to be burnt out.

Gennasi growled, his adolescent excess of desire being vented.Now, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled him, he hugged Bach, a bit reluctant to just let him go.

Bach patted him on the back:

"Stop being coquettish, we have to go."

Gennasi complied reluctantly, forcing himself to pull himself together and noticing a noticeable improvement in his concentration after expending the excess energy.

They resumed their journey and began to march towards the Soviet stronghold.

But this time their speed slowed down, and both of them silently began to regret that they shouldn't have masturbated so much in a hungry state, and now their physical strength really can't keep up.

Soon they will have to rest again.

Not long after sitting down, I heard a cry for help.

It's a girl!

Bach frowned. He must be a child, because his voice was high-pitched and childlike.

The two of them leaned down with a high synchronization rate, and approached the source of the sound lightly.In fact, from the content conveyed by the cry for help, one can infer what happened to the girl.

As expected, Gennasi poked his head out and saw not far away, two German soldiers were trying to rape a Soviet girl. Judging from her figure, the little girl was only eight or nine years old.

Gennasi's anger rose all of a sudden, and he immediately raised his gun to kill the two soldiers directly.

But Bach stopped him.

"The sound of gunfire will attract other German troops nearby, let's fight hand-to-hand."

Gennasi gave him a dissatisfied look, and then confirmed from Bach's eyes that the other party did not intend to be nosy, which made Gennaxi feel relieved.

The Soviet smacked his lips, put away his machine gun, and took out his military shovel instead.Although the Soviets equipped their fighters with short knives, most Soviet soldiers preferred to fight with these long, heavy shovels.

Bach pointed in another direction with his finger, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, they have someone on guard."

Indeed, there was a German soldier in a helmet guarding not far away with a rifle.

"Damn!" Gennasi cursed, the other party was so vigilant, it would be very difficult to break through without a gun.

Bach drew a short knife from his belt.

"Take care of the sentinel first. You find a way to divert his attention for me, and I will go behind him."

"it is good."