Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign
Chapter 212 - 143: The Battle for Pavlov Building, Approaching 1943 (6.4k Bi-Chapter)_3

Chapter 212: Chapter 143: The Battle for Pavlov Building, Approaching 1943 (6.4k Bi-Chapter)_3

"Fire---!!!"

With Sergeant Pavlov’s command, the only four people available began to shoot at the approaching Imperial squad.

Until now.

Fang Ming and the viewers in the Blue Star live stream had not yet realized how long this battle for the building would last.

....

Day 6 of occupying the Pavlov Building.

Boom---!

Boom---!

The explosive bombs made the entire building tremble, dust and sand constantly falling down, covering Fang Ming, who was hiding below the window, with a layer of gray.

He waved his hand and looked outside through a hole in the wall.

Several Imperial armored tanks approached, followed by Imperial soldiers, but due to the threat of Soviet artillery on the east bank,

the Imperial tanks did not dare to get too close and could only bombard the building from a distance.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Huge gunshots sounded inside the building, hitting the Imperial tanks opposite, sparking scattered bursts of fire, and the tanks hesitated for a moment before slowly retreating.

Fang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said to the live stream:

"It’s really up to the anti-tank rifle."

"I just wonder how much ammunition they have brought, hopefully enough to hold out until reinforcements arrive."

Fang Ming was referring to the Soviet soldiers who had crossed the river a few days ago to support, including a mortar crew, an anti-tank team, and a machine gun unit.

A total of 24 people.

This showed how much importance the east bank of the Volga River attached to this place.

Including their original four and more than 30 women and children in the tunnel.

The number of people in this building was also considerable.

Fang Ming watched the Imperial tanks retreat and ran to Aleksandrov’s side, chatting with him about Stalingrad.

With this native resident of ’Earth’, Fang Ming had indeed learned a lot about Stalingrad. Many players even found tunnels in the battle-ridden buildings.

Some tunnels even held gold and silver jewelry, but it was a game, and they couldn’t take it out.

....

Day 17 of occupying the Pavlov Building.

The sun in the sky had just risen, and the earth was still silent, when the screech of Stuka Dive Bombers suddenly erupted, tearing through the tranquility of the Volga River.

Inside the building.

Sergeant Pavlov’s voice rang out:

"Air raid!!!"

"Everyone, get into the shelters!!!"

The so-called shelters.

Were actually large craters blown out by the Stuka Dive Bomber and the Imperial Tank shelling against the building.

Under this over two-week barrage and bombardment.

The building, although holding out, had its eastern side battered to pieces, so much so that one could see inside from the outside.

The sharp wailing grew closer.

A dull thud.

Then a massive explosion, the bomb on the eastern side of the building exploded, and the scorching blast wave swept through the entire building via the corridor.

Shards of broken glass flew like raindrops.

And the aerial bombardment continued to rain down.

No one knew how long it lasted.

Until they couldn’t feel the explosive blast rolling through.

No one dared to waste any time; they quickly got up and rushed to the edge of the walls. By now, the Imperial soldiers outside had taken the opportunity to approach, and some had even rushed to the first floor.

"Ura---!!!"

....

Day 28 of occupying the Pavlov Building.

Fang Ming leaned against a corner, trying to avoid the cold wind.

It was already late October.

The weather in Stalingrad was gradually cooling down, and the building, with its blasted open exposures, was virtually a death trap by cold. Thankfully it was only late October.

But if it was November or December, it would be unbearable.

Suddenly.

Fang Ming remembered his days in Moscow when he was challenging for medals, which was even colder.

As he was thinking.

A melodious music suddenly rang through the building.

The soothing music echoed around the building.

Fang Ming got up and followed the sound, and others in the building came out as well.

Following the sound, they arrived at a room.

Inside the room.

Aleksandrov, eyes closed, swayed his body, while beside him, a severely worn yet operational gramophone lay on a dilapidated table.

Upon hearing the door open, Aleksandrov opened his eyes, and seeing the crowd’s curious looks, he smiled and said:

"Want to dance together?"

"I found this in a cabinet, amazing that it still plays."

Sergeant Pavlov shook his head and turned away.

Aleksandrov looked at Fang Ming, who, egged on by the live stream viewers, braved his face and joined in, swaying awkwardly to the music.

Several nearby Soviet Union soldiers were also drawn in.

Joining the ranks of dancers.

Under the blood-red sunset, within the damaged building by the Volga River.

A melodious song echoed, spreading all around.

In a room inside the building, several men rigidly displayed their dance moves.

Outside the building.

Lying amid the ruins, an Imperial officer, holding a telescope, could faintly hear the music coming from the building.

He put down the telescope.

Looking at the building in the distance, the Imperial officer frowned:

"What is going on?"

Turning to the soldiers assembling behind him, he issued orders to prepare for an attack.

....

Day 43 of occupying the Pavlov Building.

Late night.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds, and due to the darkness, the number of guards on duty had doubled. Fang Ming leaned against the window, gazing outside.

Not fearing that the Imperial soldiers could spot him.

Because it was too dark....visibility was less than a few meters.

Beside him, Aleksandrov yawned:

"Damned."

"The reinforcements are so slow, how many days has it been?"

No longer able to keep track of the days.

Aleksandrov only knew they had been holding out here for many days, even as the weather had turned colder.