For four days, for four whole days, Yu Yang stayed in the basement without going anywhere. He kept hiding in the basement, like a rat in the corner of the city, not daring to show his head.
On the first day, Yu Yang found that after he had a problem with his ears, he couldn't accept the fact at all. He would rather have the rest of his body injured, but not have any problems with his ears and eyes. But now, Yu Yang's ears suddenly appeared.
There is a problem, and it is a big problem.
Crazy, after being silent for ten minutes, Yu Yang acted like a madman and smashed everything he could see. The sniper rifle in his hand was like a hammer, hitting everything Yu Yang could see.
Tables, benches, radio stations, etc., as long as they appeared in front of Yu Yang's eyes, they were destroyed by Yu Yang one by one, bit by bit.
The radio was picked up by Yu Yang and fell to the ground hard. However, there was only a slight dent in the iron shell of the radio, and there was no other damage.
After seeing this scene, Yu Yang was furious again and slammed the butt of the gun in his hand above the radio station. He hit the radio station hard one after another.
Yu Yang could only hear a little sound. He hit the radio with all his strength, but there was still only a little sound. Yu Yang smashed for three minutes. After three minutes, Yu Yang was a little exhausted and sat down.
On the ground, he looked at the radio station in front of him with a decadent expression.
The radio station still looked very complete, as if it was mocking Yu Yang's incompetence. Yu Yang looked at the radio station next to him with a despairing expression, and kicked it hard.
The radio was fine, but Yu Yang's feet felt a pain. Yu Yang got up from the belt, grabbed the radio, lifted it up hard, and slammed it on the table not far away.
The table was torn apart like the radio. After Yu Yang saw this scene, he still didn't let go of the radio. He picked up a piece of wood next to him and hit the radio hard again, seven or eight times in a row. Yu Yang was panting.
Panting heavily, he spat at the radio station before letting go of the radio station that had been crumpled into disarray.
Yu Yang didn't like anything he saw now. Everything around him seemed to be mocking him, even if it was some cold artifacts, even if it was just some cold corpses.
Yu Yang's crazy destroyer was venting his anger, dim lights, closed space, dead bodies on the ground and ears that couldn't hear any sound, everything around him.
Everything kept making Yu Yang feel depressed, very depressed. Now Yu Yang couldn't see any hope, and despair shrouded Yu Yang's heart, lingering.
Yu Yang went crazy for an hour. During the entire hour, everything that Yu Yang could see in front of him was destroyed. In the basement, except for the weak light that was still shining tenaciously on top of Yu Yang's head, the entire thing was destroyed.
There are no useful items in the room.
Yu Yang lay on the ground, with his limbs spread out, looking at the roof with a somewhat hollow look. The roof of the basement was very low. Yu Yang felt that the roof would fall down at any time, burying himself and the room together.
Yu Yang turned his head and saw the corpse of a German lying next to him, with his mouth open, as if he was laughing at Yu Yang's incompetence.
Seeing this scene, Yu Yang turned around, picked up a can, and hit the dead German corpse's head hard, once, and again, more than a dozen times.
, he kept smashing the corpse until it was beyond recognition before he stopped.
"Bah!" Yu Yang spat at the German corpse and threw away the can that was stained red with blood.
He wiped his face with his hands mixed with red and white objects, and lay on the ground again. The blood beside him flowed to the area near Yu Yang's head, but Yu Yang didn't mind at all, and stared blankly at the incandescent lamp above his head.
Irritated and anxious, Yu Yang lay on the ground, but his heart did not calm down. Yu Yang looked at the incandescent lamp that was still flickering. Yu Yang closed his eyes, but the weak light seemed to be able to pass through his eyelids, making him
It felt like it was still dark around me.
After closing his eyes for about ten seconds? Twenty seconds? Yu Yang suddenly opened his eyes, picked up his sniper rifle, and threw it fiercely at the incandescent lamp on the roof.
The butt of the sniper rifle hit the cover of the incandescent lamp hard, and the small chandelier shook violently, but the light still stubbornly illuminated the basement.
After missing a hit, Yu Yang became a little angry. He got up from the ground, picked up his sniper rifle, held the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and smashed it again, but it hit nothing, and the chandelier swayed to the left.
He dodged Yu Yang's blow and missed his target. He stumbled and fell to the ground.
With his face on the ground, Yu Yang could still feel the light. He got up from the ground and glanced at the chandelier that was still shaking. Yu Yang took a long breath.
After calming down my anxiety a little, I packed up my sniper rifle, rifle, and backpack, then walked to the corner of the room, curled up, hugged my legs with both hands, and stared blankly.
looking at the empty room.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes,... ten minutes, Yu Yang did not move. Half an hour later, Yu Yang felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally he slowly closed his eyes, fighting with high intensity.
Vomiting, escaping from the passage, killing prisoners, killing casualties, physical and psychological exhaustion, made Yu Yang close his eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Yu Yang fell asleep, but the city of Stalingrad did not fall asleep. Paulus, the commander of the German Sixth Group, was preparing for a final desperate attempt to completely occupy Stalingrad.
After the war entered November, as the war lasted longer and longer, the German offensive momentum began to slow down. The Soviets, who had been suppressed in Stalingrad near the Volga River in October, began to slowly recover.
He gained a little bit of vitality and gradually became active in the city. Soldiers who were constantly being reinforced were secretly thrown into the city of Stalingrad under the cover of night.
According to statistics after the war, Soviet officers survived Stalingrad for only three days and seventy-two hours, while Soviet soldiers survived even less, only a short period of time.
of twenty-four hours.
It was these Soviet people whose lives were shorter than ants, who resisted bit by bit and tenaciously, and finally defended the dignity of the Soviet people and won this battle.
