For the first time, Timoshenko felt fear, and the enemy tanks were only a short kilometer away from him.

As the battle progressed, more than half of the 400,000 Soviet troops surrendered. Those who were willing to die in Brest with Timoshenko were not even 70,000.

On March 27, a week after the Soviet-German war, Timoshenko walked out of the basement of his headquarters, and personally went to the wounded barracks in the city to inspect the situation.

There he saw wounded people all over the ground, and corpses that had died in corners without medical treatment.

"Our troops resisted very valiantly, but after the Germans seized the railway station and the supply depots, they did not further compress our defensive positions." An officer bitterly reported to Timoshenko on the situation of the last two days.

The Germans had no intention of entering the city to continue the bloody battle, they controlled the warehouses where the Soviets hoarded goods, as well as the railway station outside the city, and thus ignored the wounded Timoshenko.

This Soviet army really has no combat effectiveness, they rely on the city, and there is still the capital to resist, but once they decide to fight back, they will be destroyed in an instant.

"You've done a good job, you've done a good job...... Timoshenko nodded, and walked out of the field hospital in a lonely state.

As he walked out onto the crater-riddled street, the Soviet marshal looked back at the lightly wounded men behind him who had arrived at the door, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

After returning to his headquarters, Timoshenko called his last remaining senior commanders, looked at these familiar faces, and said slowly: "I order you, surrender......

"Marshal...... We can still hold on! An officer holding a steel helmet and tearfully said, "Let's hold on!" ”

"Yes! Marshal! For the sake of the motherland, let's die here! Another officer also sobbed and exhorted: "Sooner or later, Comrade Stalin will fight back!" ”

"Don't say it, if we all die here, then even if we win in the end, what does it have to do with us?" Timoshenko waved his hand and said to his men.

After all, if you really don't want to die in battle, you have already looked for an opportunity to surrender before. Now all that is left are some fierce warriors who are not afraid of death.

If it weren't for the fact that these forces really didn't care about the cost, maybe yesterday Brest would have been completely occupied by the Germans.

"Surrender! Just go back and restrain your troops and wait for the Germans to receive them. Temoshenko spoke sincerely, and finally gave an order.

Then he let his men go, and he was the only one left in the empty basement.

He walked over to the hanger, drew his pistol from the belt that hung on it, and loaded the bullet.

With a calm face, he walked to his map table, sat down on a chair, and stroked the dusty combat map twice with his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the marshal of the Soviet Union put the pistol to his head and pulled the trigger.

"Phew!" A gunshot rang out in the house, alarming the guards and other officers outside the door, who rushed into the house and saw Timoshenko's body, collapsed next to his chair.

"Marshal! Marshal! Everyone was in a hurry, some people shouted, some people went up to help and check, and for a while the basement was a mess.

Timoshenko, the supreme military commander in charge of the Soviet Union's plan for a thunderstorm, shot himself on the morning of March 27 after the defeat and died in the besieged city of Brest.

Only half an hour later, the Soviet defenders hoisted a white flag and surrendered, but the Soviet unit did not say who made the decision to surrender.

No one wanted to bear the wrath of Stalin, and no one wanted to send their families to Siberia to do hard labor. In order to avoid the order to surrender, Timoshenko chose to commit suicide directly.

However, he did give the order to surrender before the temporary, and kindly let his subordinates find their own way out......

Subsequently, the Germans took control of the whole of Brest, and the military vehicles were strewn across the road full of craters, waiting for the entry of the engineers and follow-up troops.

German soldiers occupied all nearby neighborhoods, disarmed all Soviet troops, and annihilated about 200 Soviet soldiers who refused to surrender.

A company commander of a German infantry with his own soldiers walked into a Soviet field hospital filled with the smell of death and saw a disgusting sight inside.

There may have been no medicine here for several days, and there are corpses piled up everywhere, although it is only March, but you can already see wriggling bugs and flies from unknown places on the corpses inside.

Because there were too many corpses, the air here was a little muddy, and most of the German soldiers standing outside the door involuntarily covered their mouths and noses.

Among the corpses were civilians and soldiers. There were only about a few dozen civilian corpses, and the corpses of servicemen were piled up.

In order to take care of the marshal's face, when Timoshenko inspected, the field hospital that his subordinates took him to looked much stronger than this abandoned hell here.

Even so, Timoshenko committed suicide. If he had seen the scene here, he would have lost even the courage to commit suicide.

From the tattered clothes on the corpses, it was clear that there were children and old people, as well as men and women. Of course, the faces of these corpses have long since become unrecognizable.

In the beginning, it was probably a high command center, because you can also see the relatively rare anti-aircraft camouflage net in the Soviet Union, and some well-preserved tables and chairs.

However, with the German attack and the continuous loss of personnel, it is estimated that this place was abandoned. Then it became a field hospital, and the wounded began to converge from all directions.

Finally, due to the shortage of medicines, the loss and departure of medical staff, about two or three days ago, it was used as a huge morgue.

On the table, a dozen or so bodies of wounded Soviet soldiers, apparently still rescued, were littered with bandages, and a few maps were thrown on the ground, which looked to be covered in dust.

"Tell the people from the disinfection team to come and deal with this place." The German company commander covered his nose with his hands and frowned and gave his own order.

After a pause, he then instructed his subordinates: "Tell our people, don't stay here overnight, and after the disinfection, try to stay away from here, and put up a warning sign at the door...... Damn it! What the hell! ”

The company commander of the German infantry unit turned his head, decided not to look at the hellish morgue, pointed to the half-collapsed building in the distance, and asked his platoon commander: "Don't look here, have you checked it over there?" ”

"It was very clean there, just a few dozen panicked Soviet refugees. They handed over their weapons and were very cooperative. The platoon commander next to him replied as he lit himself a cigarette.

The company commander nodded, suddenly remembered something, and continued to ask: "Since there are weapons over there, are there any Soviet prisoners?" ”

"Yes! About ten wounded soldiers. After taking a puff of his cigarette, the platoon commander with a submachine gun on his back replied: "I went to see it myself, they were all seriously injured, and I guess our doctors will not waste the medicine." If I were like that, I probably wouldn't want to live anymore. ”

"Hmm." The company commander also lit a cigarette, then threw the empty cigarette case at his feet, smiled bitterly and said, "Give them a good time, since we don't have extra medicine to waste for them, don't waste it." ”

The cigarette was not marked on the package, except for the German word: "lucky". It's all a traverser's bad taste, a good-natured joke that emulates a good color cigarette.

However, this was well received by the soldiers, who were willing to believe that the cigarette would bring them good luck, so the Führer's lucky cigarette continued.

This is war, and when you see dozens of corpses lying in front of you, you have no other special emotions other than nausea.

When numb, there is no longer pity or sorrow in people's hearts. Only indifference is eternal, the kind of indifference that makes people unable to distinguish between good and bad.

It seems to be a kind of self-protection, if you maintain this indifference, you can bravely face the life and death of others. There will be no sorrow for the departure of a comrade, nor will it be devastated by nightmares for killing the enemy.

Under the dominance of indifference, there was no longer the slightest sense of guilt when ordering the execution of the wounded soldiers of the other side.

Because that's just a matter of course, the next second it's possible that the saved drugs will save you - and of course, whether these drugs will save your conscience at the same time, no one can know.

"Let all the soldiers hurry up and have something to eat, and in an hour we will be leaving here with the rearguard." Carrying his rifle on his back, the German infantry company commander looked into the distance and said.

It is almost never possible for the fighting troops to stay in the city they are fighting in. This can only be managed by those recruits in the rear, and by the SS.

The two dusty front-line troops could only embark on a long journey again after resting, heading towards a more treacherous battlefield in the distance.

Retracting his gaze, he saw a group of disarmed Soviet soldiers, listlessly walking through the streets, and the company commander swallowed the clouds and looked at the Soviet prisoners who were also looking at him.

The siege of Brest was over, and the Germans annihilated more than 90,000 Soviet troops and captured 326,000 prisoners - a great victory, wasn't it?

And a few days later, the record for this captive was broken. The German army attacking in the north surrounded the Soviet Union's Western Front, and the other side surrendered very simply, and a total of 450,000 people became German prisoners.

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