Screams began to fill the street as a darkness crowded the narrow lanes in which men, women and children dropped quite literally like flies as they were stunned by the bullets of machine guns and shrapnel of artillery. Distant shouts sounded down crowded spaces in an attempt to regain a desperate communication with the soldiers that lay in cover, afraid to lift their head in fear of a face full of lead. Windows crashed and cut deep into fleeing innocents as they were forcefully pulled from the debris of mutilated corpses and shards of German shrapnel, whistling down, upon them. Deafening explosions could be heard from all points of the city, the city that once cultivated the Russian mother lands bid for production and trade among the now crumbling world that was falling ever faster into hell itself.
Silence grasped the settlement and allowed peace to endure on against the great plumage of smoke that followed the fires deep within the heart of the sector that was so indefinitely important to not the Russian government, but Stalin himself. Cry's for forgiveness followed the now ominous landscape in which child and woman slept, dreamt and lived, but also where men now slept, lived and fought. Another explosion opened up the sullenness like the U-boats torpedo upon the free liners of the westerly world. And again another explosion sent tremors throughout the urban view as yet another gas pipe ruptured it's spleen sending its contents flaming over the weary eyed movers of the War. A child ran, sprawling on the floor shouting rancid remarks with her hair lit on fire and continuously burning down to her scalp. Others had their limbs scorched and torn by the extreme heats of the fires and the seemingly endless array of metal ores that came pounding from the rear guns only a kilo meter behind.
A low rumbling and moaning of fuel exhausted engines began to thwart out Russian resistance fighters that squirmed to the security and safety of their now half destroyed houses. Panzers trundled down narrow alleys with nothing to stop them but the wall to the left and the wall to the right, but even then the tanks were unpredictable and would seize at the steering wheel causing the tracks to scrape into the God for saken parapets of death. Their turrets bristled with Maschinen Pistole and their over sized 75mm main gun that could penetrate anything that decided to stand in its path, and yet it would most likely not need the gun in combat when it's thick armour allowed it to ram and annihilate all before it.
The large beasts continued to roll through the desolate suburb with continuos strength and speed as resistance was eliminated. This was the German 6th panzer division. The finest of the german forces, they could kill anything within their sight and grasp including the now flaunting Red army that was a laid in ruins along the river Volga, all that stood for Russia's freedom (or what was so called freedom) and their pride was destroyed. Machine gun bullets and empty charges only seemed to fuel the panzers and spurred them on into the once prosperous city. Finally a monster beast was stopped by gods might, or an anti-tank penetrating rifle. The beasts lumbered into action sending metal in all directions until all was clear for a final push into the heart of the Russian mother land.
But war is war, and war is never easy.
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STALIN GRAD-СТАЛИНГРАД
Tarihi KurguRussian blood is awash in the city of Stalingrad but time will be re-written when a new terror is unleashed upon the world, a weapon that will annihilate the Nazi power dead in its tracks.
