It's the end for us 7 Russian soldiers trapped at the top of the Stalingrad Grain Elevator. Our reinforcements are cut off. The lower floors are held by a German army that has suffered terribly to make it this far. There will be no quarter, no mercy. They'll kill every last one of us, and shoot the corpses to make sure we're not faking.
I set up behind a stack of lumber with another solider, my SVT 40 semi-automatic rifle in my hands. We arrange ourselves in a line waiting silently as we listen to German shouts and commands echoing from below. We hear a smoke grenade go off and the far end of the room is obscured by thick white clouds of smoke.
We wait without making a sound. Out of the smoke I see a silhouette appear, their domed helmet marking them as German infantry. I draw up and shoot him twice through the chest and he crumples to the floor.
Rounds come out of the smoke, hitting the soldier next to me. I hear him die. I duck behind the lumber stack and take a few steps back, knowing what's coming next. Rounds perforate the wood in a circular pattern, 5 of them, as someone hunts for me in my cover with a semi-automatic rifle. But none of them hit me. I count two and then stand up, and draw on a German advancing toward my cover as he reloads his rifle. I put two in his chest and drop back into cover immediately and reload. As I'm loading I suddenly realize my flank is open, and turn to see movement no more than 10 feet from me. Panicked, I draw up my rifle and fire 4 rounds straight into the head I see. It's a German soldier, crawling prone on his belly near some I-beams.
But the kill isn't mine. Someone else had shot him and I had merely blown his lifeless head to smithereens.
I stand up and see rounds coming out of the smoke again. I fire off a few quick shots and go back into cover, and am gratified by the screams I hear (and the kill notice on the screen.)
I reload again, knowing that this can't last, that any moment an assault trooper will sweep past my cover on my right and kill me, and all my brothers. I prepare to stand up into what will probably be a horde of advancing troops and withering rifle fire. I'm ready. I made them pay dearly for this Grain Elevator.
Suddenly the game ends, to a rising chorus of Russian male voices singing proudly. We have won, against all odds. Demoralized at their heavy losses and the drawn out battle, and out of time before Allied reinforcements reach the Elevator, the Axis forces retreat at the cusp of victory, leaving our precious Grain Elevator in the strong grip of the Soviet Union. We're heroes (and I'm #1 on the scoreboards.)
Red Orchestra 2: Heroes of Stalingrad Beta
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