Old Women's Battlefield Medical Team

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In 1942, the flames of World War II engulfed all of Europe. The Eastern Front, particularly the Soviet-German front, was the most intense and
brutal. After Hitler's defeat at the gates of Moscow in the winter of 1941, he lost the strength for a full-scale offensive
and instead concentrated 1.5 million troops to launch an unprecedented and fierce attack on Stalingrad, a key city on the Volga River.
The Soviet army fought desperately, but the enemy was simply too powerful. In mid-October 1942, the German army broke into Stalingrad
, and one of the bloodiest urban battles in human history began.

Stalingrad became a burning hell. The Germans often captured
piles of ruins during the day after losing an entire company, but at night, the Soviet army would infiltrate like ghosts, easily
recapturing positions hard-won by the Germans overnight.

When the harsh Russian winter arrived, fallen soldiers were often frozen solid on the ground by their own blood
. The bodies of Soviet and German soldiers, embracing each other in death, could not be separated, and those collecting the bodies had
to use chisels to remove them from the ground and drag them away like bundles of firewood.

The most tragic fate was that of the wounded. After a battle, the jagged lines of the two sides often made it impossible for comrades to brave
enemy fire to drag them back from the battlefield, and most of them were already incapacitated,
left to freeze to death lying in the snow. Even those wounded who were fortunate enough to be dragged back did not escape the shadow of death:
Soviet medical personnel suffered heavy losses due to fatigue and battle casualties, leaving many wounded without treatment.
Therefore, how to treat the wounded became a thorny problem.

With casualties worsening, wounded soldiers unable to return to the battlefield, and new recruits insufficient to replenish the ranks,
General Chuikov, commander of the 62nd Army, the overall commander of the Soviet forces responsible for the defense of Stalingrad, was deeply worried
.

That day, the Stalingrad railway station fell to the Germans again. The loss of Stalingrad was like
driving a nail into the neck of the Soviet army. But Chuikov couldn't even muster a complete company. Seeing
the blue flag representing the German army getting closer and closer to the Volga River on the map, he gritted his teeth and called to his
bodyguard: "Sasha, assemble the guard company."

Just then, he heard someone shout from the entrance of the command post behind him: "Report!" General Chuikov,
hearing a woman's voice, was furious. In such a cruel place, the headquarters was sending him a woman
—wasn't this absurd? He turned around angrily, about to unleash his fury, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

Standing at the entrance of the command post was a tall, elderly woman. The old woman was around sixty years old,
a head taller than Chuikov, standing at a good 1.83 meters. Her cascading blonde hair fell from beneath her boat-shaped cap
. Her Soviet Type 38 women's uniform accentuated her shapely figure, especially her
large breasts, which hung like two landmines on her chest, seemingly ready to sway in the wind. Her snow-white skin
was flushed red by the north wind, and her blue eyes gazed at General Chuikov with tender affection.

Seeing him turn around, she snapped her boots to attention and saluted: "Reporting to Commander, Second Lieutenant
Elena Daslova, Platoon Leader of the 557th Field Medical Platoon, is reporting to you. The entire platoon, thirty
-three men, is here."

General Chuikov felt a tightness in his throat. He returned the salute calmly and asked, "
Whose orders have you received?"

"Reporting to Commander, we belong to the Internal Troops. Comrade Beria personally ordered us to come
to the front," Elena replied. At that moment, a gust of north wind blew in through the doorway, and Chuikov felt a sudden chill. He had never trusted

anyone sent by Beria .
This field medical team before him seemed to have some hidden agenda. In a flash, he made up
his mind and ordered, "I now order you to be attached to the guard company. Report to logistics, pack your belongings
, and depart for the train station with the guard company in ten minutes!"

"Yes, sir!" Yelena replied loudly, saluted, and turned to leave.

In a half-collapsed building near the Stalingrad train station, Yelena and her deputy platoon leader, Mara
, set up a makeshift field hospital.

The 557th Field Medical Platoon was actually a mixed bag, containing elderly women from various countries. Some were volunteers
, others were staff and their families sent to Moscow for training, unable to
return home due to the outbreak of war, and thus joined the Soviet army.

The first platoon leader, Milini, was a 53-year-old Spaniard who had fled to
the Soviet Union after the Spanish Civil War and the overthrow of the Republican government. The second platoon leader, Louise, was a 58-year-old blonde American. The squad leader was a Chinese
woman named Cheng Suyun, fifty-five years old, a petite woman with bound feet.

At 3:30 PM, the battle to capture the train station officially began. Due to the Germans' prior preparation, the Soviet casualties were heavy
. Intense gunfire continued for three hours without ceasing, and the train station was engulfed in thick smoke and flames.
A large number of wounded soldiers were continuously sent to the field hospital of the 557th Field Medical Platoon.

The operating tables were bustling with activity. Yelena and Mara, as the chief surgeons, performed emergency operations on the wounded.
They had been working continuously for three hours, their backs aching from exhaustion, yet they remained steadfast in their posts. Yelena
had just removed shrapnel from one wounded soldier when another was brought to the operating table. Yelena
examined his injuries: his leg was severely blasted, the muscles were turned outwards, and the leg could not be saved; she decided to
perform an amputation. "Anesthesia!" she shouted to the anesthesiologist, Dan Niang.

"Reporting, Platoon Leader, we've run out of anesthetic!"

"What?" Yelena was shocked. Without anesthetic, the wounded soldier would suffer excruciating pain on the operating table
. What could she do? There was no time to go to the rear to get more. Just then, Mara, Louise, and Milenne
also reported to her that they had run out of anesthetic as well. Yelena was at a loss, watching the wounded soldier
weaken little by little, until he no longer had the strength to scream.

Suddenly, Yelena caught sight of Louise's high-top boots, and a brilliant idea flashed into her mind. In a moment of inspiration, she ordered
, "Everyone, listen to my command! Take off your trousers!"

The old women were startled. In this cold weather, wouldn't taking off their trousers mean they'd freeze? Yelena saw that they were standing there...
Then, she shouted, "All soldiers, listen to my command now, take off your trousers!" With that, she took the lead, unbuckling
her leather belt and pulling her trousers down to her ankles, revealing two full, long
legs clad in thick stockings. Seeing their platoon leader had already taken the lead, the others had no choice but to unbuck their belts and take off their trousers as well. Yelena
, seeing everyone had undressed, commanded, "Listen to my command, take off your stockings!"

It turned out that Soviet female soldiers were issued two pairs of stockings with their uniforms. Although the Soviet Union's light industry was not developed,
the stockings they produced were of very high quality and were sold throughout Europe at the time. Soviet female soldiers had two types of stockings
, one for winter and one for summer; the ones they were wearing were the thick winter stockings. The others, not knowing what their platoon leader was up to
, had no choice but to follow suit and take off their stockings.

Europeans are generally known for their strong body odor. The 557th Field Medical Corps, having endured three days and three nights of bumpy train travel without being able
to sleep barefoot, was utterly exhausted. Upon disembarking, they immediately plunged into the intense work of battlefield medical care without even a rest. At this moment,
over sixty pairs of stockings were removed from the feet of an old woman who had been covered in sweat and boots for three days and three nights. A gust of wind immediately filled
the room with the sweet scent of her feet.

This tangy aroma assaulted the nostrils of every wounded soldier. Those who had been groaning in pain
were instantly jolted awake by the refreshing scent, greedily inhaling it and forgetting their suffering. Everyone
then understood the platoon leader's intention.

Yelena loudly commanded, "Prepare for surgery!" She then pulled up her trousers and prepared the surgical instruments. Anesthesiologist
Danian, holding two stockings belonging to the platoon leader, went to the operating table after hearing the platoon leader's order. She folded the stockings
neatly, with the black toes facing down, and quickly placed them over the wounded soldier's mouth and nose.

The soldier, already invigorated by the initial scent of lotus blossoms, couldn't withstand such a strong stimulation. The overwhelming odor
filled his respiratory tract, causing his brain to overstimulate, and he instantly fainted. Yelena
then began the surgery, skillfully sawing through his leg bone and
quickly suturing the wound with thread from the stockings.

The other operating tables followed suit, and the wounded not only received treatment but also had their pain reduced. Outside, though
the air was thick with gunfire and the north wind howled, inside, bathed in the fragrance of the old women's feet, was warm and cozy, as if they were
in the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow, not on a brutal battlefield.

The fighting continued fiercely. Both the Soviet and German armies had committed significant forces to the area around the train station. General Chuikov
had deployed all the newly arrived reinforcements there, and the Germans had also sent an elite armored regiment.
Night had fallen, and the raging fire cast the majestic silhouette of the station's clock tower against the sky, much like
the tall, robust figures of the elderly women in the field medical platoon, steadfastly standing guard on the vast Russian landscape.
No matter how ferocious the fascists were, they could not ultimately be brought down.

The field hospital of the 557th Medical Platoon was now overflowing with wounded soldiers. Yelena and Mara, exhausted
, collapsed at the operating table and were forced to rest, so the surgeon was replaced by the elderly Chinese woman, Cheng Suyun.

The increased troop deployment on both sides resulted in a surge in wounded. The elderly women worked tirelessly,
but even as they operated, some of the wounded waiting in the long queue below
died on their stretchers. At this critical moment, the anesthetic ran out—the old women's stockings, having been used
so many times, had lost their effectiveness due to the rapidly spreading odor.

Cheng Suyun attempted to operate on the wounded without anesthesia, but the wounded died on the operating table from the pain. Cheng
Suyun stamped her feet in frustration. Unexpectedly, this stamping reminded her. Her feet were small to begin with, and after standing for so long, they were already numb
. When she rubbed her feet, she touched her foot bindings. She remembered a metaphor she had once heard:
a lazy woman's foot bindings—long and smelly.

She thought that although she wasn't a lazy woman, these foot bindings had been on her feet since she joined the Soviet army three months ago
, and they must smell extremely strong now. She decided to at least try it. With that thought, she bent down,
took off her leather boots, revealing her tightly bound feet. Instantly, an even stronger odor than before wafted out
, which even she found unbearable, and her lower body became wet.

She cut off a small piece with surgical scissors and just as she placed it over the wounded soldier's mouth and nose, the soldier screamed "Ah!"
, his eyes rolled back, and with a ripping sound, the Russian's thick, long penis stood erect from his crotch, piercing
his trousers. The penis trembled incessantly, and within two seconds, a stream of milky white liquid gushed onto the ceiling.
The wounded soldier exhaled, exhausted, and fainted.

This was completely unexpected by Cheng Suyun. After quickly completing the surgery, she
soaked the foot-binding cloth in water before bringing in the next wounded soldier, to prevent the intense stimulation from causing them to die not on the battlefield, but under
their own foot-binding cloth. She put the foot-binding cloth on her feet, replacing it only when one became ineffective, to avoid
wasting the odor. She continued like this until after 11 p.m., when the foot-binding cloth ran out, and the bandages were also
exhausted from extensive use.

Fortunately, Louise came up with a solution: she had everyone take turns removing their menstrual belts. These belts were stained
with the old women's dark red blood clots and blackish-yellow fecal matter, the odor a hundred times stronger than that of stockings and foot bindings. Louise
's own belt even had stains of vaginal fluid.

Each belt removed from the old women's crotches was like a chemical bomb exploding; the
invisible gas filled the entire room and was carried by the north wind to the station.
The smell invigorated the soldiers on both sides, who were engaged in fierce fighting, and their fighting spirit soared, resulting in even more wounded soldiers
being brought in. The worn-out stockings were used as bandages; the elastic stockings tightly wrapped around the wounded soldiers
, stopping blood flow and preventing them from dying from excessive blood loss.

While the medical team was frantically treating the wounded, the nursing team was also busy caring for those who had received emergency treatment. Milney
, along with nine nurses, checked on the wounded one by one, feeding and watering them. When they reached a corner of the room,
they found three seriously wounded men lying there; two were already dead, and the third was barely alive,
his lips twitching and moaning, "Water...water...give me water..."

Mileni quickly held the water bottle to his lips, but he only took two sips before coughing violently,
spraying the water all over his chest, causing the wound to reopen and bleeding again. Mileni and Nurse Katyusha tightened
the wound with stockings while wiping the water from the wound's mouth. It seemed this wounded soldier would die immediately without water, but he
couldn't drink a single drop. What to do?

Suddenly, Mileni remembered her time in the Madrid field medical corps during the Spanish Civil War. Back then, their
head nurse had saved many wounded soldiers with her own breast milk, but her breasts had
developed breast cancer from excessive suckling. Now, she couldn't worry about that; saving lives was the priority. Mileni unbuttoned
her military overcoat, took off her cotton-padded coat, and lifted her undershirt,
revealing a pair of large breasts encased in a red bra.

Milene flipped her bra up over her breasts, revealing her large, snow-white breasts—forty inches in size—to the wounded
soldier, who couldn't see anything because his eyes were bandaged. Milene lifted her breast and brought it
to the soldier's mouth. Katyusha helped her pry open his teeth, and Milene then shoved her large, purplish-red nipple
into his mouth.

In his hazy consciousness, the soldier suddenly felt something being stuffed into his mouth—something familiar, yet he couldn't quite
place it. He instinctively sucked, and a sweet liquid rushed down his throat. Good heavens! Wasn't this
the taste of his mother's milk? In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood, as if he had returned home.

"Mom..." he managed to utter two words with difficulty. The milk soothed his pain and thirst, and
he fell into a deep sleep.

Milene pulled her nipple from the wounded soldier's mouth and ordered all the nurses in the care team to do the same
, providing their own breast milk to any soldier who needed water. Ten women, each with twenty large, white breasts,
patrolled the room, and whenever they found a soldier on the verge of death, they would put their nipples in his mouth and let him
suckle. Although the twenty nipples soon became red, swollen, and painful, many soldiers survived as a result
.

Dawn was approaching, and the fighting showed no signs of stopping. On the contrary, the Germans gradually gained the upper hand and
began to launch proactive attacks from the station, forcing the Soviets to defend their starting points.

As a large number of wounded Soviet soldiers returned to the battlefield immediately, the Germans seemed to have become aware of
the presence of the 557th Field Medical Team and began to intermittently shell the area with 105mm howitzers. Shells rained down, one after another.
Three areas near the field hospital exploded, dust falling from the ceiling onto the elderly women. Undeterred
, they calmly bandaged and treated the wounded.

The German shelling intensified, blocking the route to the train station.
Half of the reinforcements arriving at the station were wiped out before they even reached their positions. Supply reinforcements were also almost completely cut off, especially urgently needed
blood plasma and alcohol; without these, the wounded could not receive treatment. The medical team's blood plasma and alcohol supplies
, after a night of heavy consumption, were nearly exhausted. Finally, at seven o'clock in the morning, both supplies
ran out simultaneously. By then, the medical team had been working continuously for seventeen hours. The shelling continued, and
the wounded, suffering from severe blood loss, urgently needed transfusions. Looking at the pale faces of the wounded, Yelena was frantic with worry.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. Yelena remembered that due to the intense military life of the past three months,
her menstrual cycle had become very irregular and heavy. A thought flashed through her mind, and she called
Mara, telling her her idea. Mara hesitated for a moment, thinking the idea was a bit crazy, but decided
to give it a try. She called two nurses, who brought equipment to the corner.

Yelena pulled down her pants, then pulled her large white underwear down from her waist,
immediately revealing her pubic area covered in thick, dark hair. Yelena spread her legs, and Mara placed a funnel over her vulva,
connecting a tube to a blood plasma bottle. Soon, dark red menstrual blood gushed from Yelena's uterus,
a torrent of blood.

One blood plasma bottle was quickly filled, and the nurses replaced it with another, filling three bottles in total.
The bleeding only gradually stopped on the fourth bottle. At this moment, Yelena was extremely weak due to significant blood loss.
A sudden heat rose in her lower body, and she couldn't help but urinate uncontrollably. Bright yellow urine flowed through the plastic tube into the bottle, gradually filling it.

Mara ordered the nurse to take the blood plasma bottle to the wounded soldiers who urgently needed transfusions, and to use the full bottle of Yelena
's urine as a substitute for alcohol to disinfect their wounds. She herself took off her pants, imitating Yelena
, and placed a funnel over her pubic hairy vulva, waiting for her menstrual flow. Soon, dark red
blood gushed from her vagina. Her menstrual flow wasn't heavy, but because she had held it in all night, the last
urination filled two bottles.

As she dragged her weak body back to the operating table, she looked up and saw the second squad leader, Louise,
standing before her with a blood plasma bottle in her hand, silently nodding. Mara understood Louise's meaning and stepped
aside. Louise pulled down her trousers, spread her legs, and placed the funnel over her vulva.

Louise did it, Milene did it, Daniang and Cheng Suyun did it too; thirty-three old women
did it simultaneously, driven by hatred, courage, and love. Six thousand milliliters of
menstrual blood from the old women flowed through the IV tubing into the wounded soldiers' veins and hearts, bringing strength and
the belief in defeating fascism to each one.

Snow-white cotton balls, soaked with bright yellow urine, were wiped on the wounds; the stench reminded countless people of
their wives, mothers, and daughters, of their hometowns, of their happy lives,
igniting a burning hatred and rage against the fascist bandits who had destroyed their happiness.

The sun gradually rose higher, but the sky around the train station remained dark, the smoke of gunpowder obscuring the sunlight
. A convoy of reinforcing T-34 tanks rumbled past the field hospital, causing the ground to tremble slightly. A
fierce artillery battle ensued between the Soviet and German forces, temporarily suppressing the German artillery. Large quantities of urgently needed medical supplies were delivered to the 557th
Platoon, but anesthetics and sulfonamides were conspicuously absent.

Without sulfonamides, wounds treated by the wounded would quickly become infected and ulcerate, and the anesthetics
had been sustained by substitutes since the previous night. Now, the elderly women only had three menstrual belts left, forcing Yelena
to order strict control over their use. However, sulfonamides were rapidly dwindling.

Yelena directly called Chuikov to explain the dire shortage of medicines, but Chuikov was helpless
. The train carrying medical supplies had been destroyed by German bombers en route, and all available
supplies had been delivered to the 557th Platoon.

By 1 PM, the Soviet army had finally regained the initiative. The German armored regiment had been
annihilated by T-34s, all routes to the railway station for reinforcements were blocked, and a small number of German remnants stubbornly resisted using the advantageous terrain
, repelling several Soviet assaults. The large number of wounded soldiers accelerated the depletion of sulfonamides. By 2:30 AM, all
sulfonamides were used up, and all thirty-three menstrual belts were also unusable. Platoon 557 was once again out of ammunition

and supplies. In this critical moment, Louise came up with a solution. She and her father had hunted bears together in Alaska. To prevent
the bears from being startled by the scent of humans, they would smear their entire bodies with animal dung before each hunt, which had
an unexpected effect—their skin became incredibly soft and smooth. While studying at Harvard Medical School,
she had also heard from her professors about ancient Egyptian women using crocodile and camel dung as cosmetics.

She shared her idea with Platoon Leader Yelena, who
had also smeared herself with wolf dung while hunting wolves with her husband in Siberia. Unexpectedly, her cesarean section scar gradually
faded. Hearing Louise's idea resonated with her own experience, she decided to adopt her suggestion.

Yelena summoned ten elderly women from the nursing team, including Milenny, and gave each of them a wide-mouthed bottle. She told them
: "We've run out of sulfonamides. We must use their feces to prevent infection of the wounded. Everyone,
start squatting down and defecating now, the more the better."

She then went to a corner, took off her pants, revealing her large, greasy white buttocks,
squatted down, aligned her anus with the bottle, gritted her teeth, stretched her neck, closed her eyes
, and strained outwards with all her might. Her sphincter instantly relaxed, and with a loud "bang" and a loud fart, a large,
golden-yellow stub of feces shot out of her gray anus and into the bottle, splattering excrement
all over the floor, filling the air with a foul stench.

Seeing their platoon leader personally taking charge, the nurses loosened their belts, pulled down their trousers, and squatted over the wide-mouthed jars
, groaning as they struggled to empty their stomachs. Having not rested for a long time, their stomachs were overflowing with stool
, which was not only plentiful but also incredibly foul-smelling.

Nurse Nataya, whose stomach was already weak, coupled with the exhaustion from running around, drinking cold water, and eating hard bread, could no longer hold back
. As soon as she squatted down, a torrent of yellowish-brown, watery stool gushed from her loosened anus, like
corn porridge being poured into a wide-mouthed jar.

Another nurse, Postava from Romania, suffered from constipation. She
had only managed to expel a small portion when the pain in her anus became unbearable. She bent over, straining desperately, but the stool wouldn't come out,
causing her tears to stream down her face.

Just then, Platoon Leader Yelena finished defecating and pulled up her pants. She went around checking how much stool each person had produced
. When she reached Postava, seeing her pained expression, she asked with concern what was wrong. Learning
that she was constipated, Yelena knelt down, leaned over, and gently massaged
Postava's anus with a finger. However, the massage caused friction between the rectum and the stool, resulting in Postava crying out in pain, but she still
couldn't defecate.

She couldn't pass stool, and the stool wouldn't retract; her anus felt like it was being torn apart. Seeing the situation
was dire, Yelena didn't hesitate. She moved the wide-mouthed bottle away from under Postava's buttocks, knelt beneath her, and
began licking Postava's vulva with her warm, pink tongue.

Postava often engaged in oral sex with her pet wolfhound at home, making her particularly sensitive to tongues, and she couldn't help but experience
a surge of vaginal fluid. Yelena, catching the woman's vaginal fluids, used her fingers to lubricate her anus while continuing
to lick her vulva. She also used her hands to part the thick labia, revealing her purplish-red labia majora, and gently
biting them with her teeth.

Postava, intensely stimulated, experienced an extraordinary pleasure in her lower body, the ecstasy gradually building within her. Suddenly, Yelena
's tongue touched her clitoris, her most sensitive spot. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" Her
eyes rolled back, and her lower body instantly lost sensation, only feeling a surge of pleasure coursing through her body. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed
to the ground, defecating and urinating simultaneously.

Yelena couldn't dodge in time, and a long, thick piece of excrement fell into her mouth. Instinctively, she closed her mouth,
biting off half of the excrement, which remained in her mouth and was then swallowed. The other half rolled off her face and onto the ground,
followed by a loud fart that sprayed her face with excrement. Some of the runny feces mixed with the excrement also flowed onto her face
, making it look like her face was covered in a layer of beaten egg.

Yelena, not bothering to clean the excrement off her face, quickly got up and directed the others to take the collected
excrement to the apothecary, Olefiona, who would mix it to a suitable concentration and
then apply it to the wounds of the injured. Soon, the treatment could proceed smoothly again.

But the amount of excrement produced by ten people was limited, and the medical team couldn't leave their posts for even a moment. So Yelena instructed
the nursing team, each carrying a large syringe filled with glycerin, to go to the operating table. While the medical team
was performing surgery, they removed the pants of the elderly women in the medical team, inserted the syringes into their anuses, and injected
glycerin. After a few minutes, intestinal peristalsis mixed the feces and glycerin, and then they used the syringes to forcibly suction
out a large amount of feces from their large intestines, sending it to the pharmacist.

The anesthesia problem was also solved: after the wounded were brought to the operating table, when the chief surgeon ordered anesthesia, the
strong Louise lifted the petite Cheng Suyun, removed her boots, and placed her severely deformed little
feet in front of the wounded's nose. The wounded, strongly and directly stimulated by the old woman's foot fragrance, immediately fainted.
Emergency treatment began only then. After treating the wound, a thick layer of a mixture of feces and urine was applied,
and then it was tightly wrapped with a stocking.

The German troops, true to their reputation as battle-hardened soldiers, held off the Soviet forces inside the train station, fighting from
1 PM to 3 PM, and then from 3 PM to 6 PM. The Soviets launched eight consecutive assaults, all of which were repelled.
General Paulus then deployed new elite troops to engage the Soviet blocking forces on the perimeter, attempting to break
through the encirclement. Encouraged, the enemy inside the train station launched several counter-attacks, and the battle
became a stalemate.

The elderly women of the 557th Field Medical Platoon had been working continuously for twenty-
seven hours without food or water by the operating table, their bodies extremely exhausted, yet they gritted their teeth and continued to operate on and bandage the wounded.

Night fell once more, and the Stalingrad train station was still burning. The Soviet relentless attacks finally
exhausted the German forces' ammunition and supplies. After another fierce assault, the Soviet troops finally broke into the train station, engaging the Germans in
face-to-face hand-to-hand combat. This time, the Soviets did not send any more soldiers into the station, and the German reinforcements also
ceased their attack. Both sides seemed to be watching a routine killing spree in an ancient Roman arena.

The gunfire gradually subsided, replaced by the sounds of rifle butts smashing skulls, bayonets and sappers hacking at flesh and bone
, and occasionally, the explosions of grenades—someone had taken the enemy with them—along with curses, screams,
and the desperate, agonizing cries of the dying. These cries echoed through the night, sending chills down one's spine.

Finally, after a long, agonizing scream, the world fell silent. The incessant
gunfire of the past two days ceased, and a deathly silence weighed heavily on everyone's hearts—every Russian and
every German.

The deathly silence lasted for an unknown amount of time. Just as everyone's nerves were about to give way, suddenly
, someone seemed to see something, pointing to the silhouette of the tall clock tower of the train station in the firelight, and shouted, "Look !
"

All eyes turned to that spot. What was there?

There was a person.

He held a bright red flag in his hand, waving it excitedly atop the clock tower!

It was a Red Army soldier!

Listen! He was shouting, "Hurrah!"

"Hurrah!" All the Soviet soldiers around the train station cheered excitedly, their voices like a raging torrent,
wave after wave, so loud that the nearby German soldiers felt as if they were being drowned
.

A captain rushed into the field hospital of the 557th Field Medical Platoon, shouting, "We've won! Hurrah
!"

"Hurrah!" All the wounded and the soldiers of the medical platoon cheered and embraced each other. Yelena
hugged the captain tightly, tears streaming down her face.

The battle was finally over, but they couldn't rest yet, because more wounded soldiers would be
carried out of the train station soon. For a full thirty hours, the nurses and doctors of the 557th Field Medical Platoon went without food, water, or
rest. Countless wounded soldiers escaped the clutches of death in their hands, and after resting, returned to the battlefield to fight the fascists
. And in the following two hundred days and nights, many more such days awaited them
.

The Battle of Stalingrad lasted for more than seven months, from the autumn of 1942 to
the spring of 1943. The train station changed hands thirteen times. Wherever the fighting was fiercest, the elderly women of the 557th Field Medical
Platoon were there. They were affectionately called the White Roses of Stalingrad by the soldiers
, as famous as the renowned Lilia, the White Rose of Stalingrad. Countless times, the soldiers shouted during their charges
, "For the beautiful flowers of Russia, charge!"

Their heroic and outstanding performance allowed many wounded soldiers to return to the battlefield immediately, ensuring
General Chuikov had sufficient troops to implement his counter-offensive plan. In the spring of 1943, the Soviet army finally completed
the assembly of its counter-offensive forces, withstood Guderian's reinforcements, and encircled the Sixth Army in
Stalingrad. Hitler's urgent promotion of Paulus to Field Marshal could not save it from its fate of annihilation.

Ultimately, the Sixth Army was completely destroyed, with the Germans losing 330,000 men and a large amount of equipment and supplies. Paulus and
26 other high-ranking officers were captured alive by the Soviet army and later died silently in a Siberian labor camp.

After the Battle of Stalingrad, the German army was severely weakened and forced to shift from strategic offense to strategic defense, thus beginning
its total collapse. The Battle of Stalingrad thus became a glorious turning point in the great World War II anti-fascist war
. The entire medical staff of the 557th Field Medical Platoon received a personal telegram of commendation from Comrade Stalin

after the Battle of Stalingrad for their outstanding performance , and each was awarded a Red Banner Medal. Platoon leader Elena, for her skillful command, received a Lenin Medal, which Chuikov personally pinned on her large, swaying breasts.

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