"Comrade General! Comrade General! Oh no, the Germans have already broken through the courtyard walls! A company commander ran in in a panic and shouted to the general who was still holding the phone.

Because the situation was already very chaotic, the high-ranking officers couldn't take care of this side, so it was a poor company commander who came to report the news.

His face was covered in blood, and his clothes were covered in dust—in fact, he had come from outside the courtyard walls and into the basement in one go.

"Long live the Motherland!" Hanging up the phone and drawing a pistol from his waist, the general looked at the company commander who rushed in and ordered: "Go to battle!" Fight until the last moment! ”

At the window of the main building of the hospital, a Soviet soldier had just poked out his head when he was hit in the head by a bullet swept by the Germans, and hung on the windowsill without a sound.

The second Soviet soldier poked his head out of this window and shot down a German soldier standing next to the tank and firing.

Then, before he could retract his head, he was also shot in the neck by a bullet and collapsed in the room.

The Soviet soldiers behind him hurriedly stepped forward and picked up the comrade-in-arms who had been pierced in the artery, trying to rescue him from the hands of death.

Unfortunately, in the next second, a German iron fist rocket flew into this window and exploded in the hospital room.

Inside the house, there were about ten Soviet soldiers, all of whom fell to the ground and became corpses under the baptism of shrapnel formed by the explosion.

Similarly, on the second floor of the hospital, the Soviet machine-gun fire points were also taken care of by the German self-propelled anti-aircraft guns.

The machine gun had just been firing for a few seconds out of the window when the sound of the Bofors 40-mm anti-aircraft gun resounded in the sky.

Dense anti-aircraft shells pierced the thick façade of the hospital, leaving an eerie-looking hole in it.

The shells shattered the bricks, creating a scatter in the room. Like a shotgun, shattered stones flew around the room, piercing through fragile flesh and turning Soviet soldiers into corpses.

After a frenzied burst of anti-aircraft gunfire fire, the windows on the second floor could no longer be seen in their original appearance, and the Soviet machine-gun positions there had completely disappeared without a trace.

Under the cover of various new and old-fashioned weapons, the German soldiers quickly approached the main building of the First Hospital.

Outside the room that had just been cleared by the Iron Fist, the German soldiers who had rushed past the Soviet bullets were leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.

Then, a German soldier with a submachine gun jumped into the building through the window where the Iron Fist rocket flew into.

The rest of the Germans jumped in as well, one after the other. The German soldiers who entered the room aimed their weapons at the door of the room.

Between the walls of the hospital and the main building of the hospital, the bodies of German and Soviet soldiers lay down. The German attack, which seemed to be smooth, actually suffered heavy casualties.

In just a few minutes, at least 30 SS soldiers were killed and almost 30 wounded.

"Give me ammunition! Give me ammo! In the corridors of the hospital, the shouts of desperate Soviet defenders echoed, and the Soviet troops stationed in many rooms were no longer bullets at this moment.

They had to defend with grenades or bayonets, so they suffered more casualties than the Germans.

The Germans who rushed into the house leaned against the door, and when they were ready, they rushed out of the house.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "Suddenly, a dense burst of gunfire rang out in the corridors of the hospital, and the sound was the sound of the German submachine gun MP-38.

"It's Germans! The Germans rushed in! In the corridor, a Soviet soldier shouted out such a warning to his comrades before he died.

In the next second, he was shot through the chest and fell unwillingly to the corner, becoming a corpse.

The German soldiers relied on ferocious fire to rush into the corridor and then began to clear the corridor of Soviet soldiers.

Their feet were full of dead bodies of Soviet soldiers who had not had time to be treated, and some people were not even dead, but were too badly injured to move at all.

"Boom!" A Soviet soldier pulled a grenade in his hand, and the explosion echoed in the corridor, and the German attack was suppressed at once.

At least three German soldiers were killed by the grenade, several were wounded, lying on the bodies of Soviet soldiers, moaning loudly.

Soviet soldiers in the other rooms rushed out and opened heavy fire in the direction where the German soldiers were.

The rest of the Germans had to take refuge, some retreating to the departure room, others to the opposite room.

The Germans, who had taken refuge across the room, found themselves standing in front of them full of Soviet soldiers, and a fiercer battle ensued in the room across the corridor.

These Soviet soldiers, who had run out of ammunition, pounced on them, and the Germans, with weapons in their hands, opened fire desperately.

Bullets swept through the crowd, Soviet soldiers fell one by one, and finally three German soldiers were killed by unarmed Soviet soldiers, who were still full of reluctance when they died.

After all, because the distance was too close, and because they had to change their ammunition, how could the German soldiers armed with submachine guns be killed by these Soviet soldiers who only had bayonets?

Real battles are so bloody, and sometimes even with your bare hands, you have to step up when it matters most.

Unfortunately, the Germans, who found that they had someone in the room opposite, threw a grenade into the opposite room after the gunfire subsided.

They shouted two sentences of German and did not hear the shouts of their own people. So they threw grenades with the courage and without the slightest hesitation.

"Boom!" With an explosion, there was no more noise in the next room. Several Germans ventured and rushed over and occupied the room across the corridor from the corpses.

More and more German troops moved into the first floor of the main building of the First Hospital, and the Soviet soldiers became fewer and fewer as they fought.

Listening to the noisy shouts outside, the Soviet commander standing in the basement carried his pistol and waited for his final glory with a blank face.

"Comrade General! Comrade General! The Germans are about to hit the staircase! Let's go upstairs! You can hold on a little longer...... "A battalion commander burst in with a Bobosha submachine gun and said with great difficulty.

In the eyes of the battalion commander, the general raised his pistol and pulled the trigger on his temple: "Bah! ”