Created for historical recreation purposes.
【Soviet Socialist Republics】 The Soviet Union's military might is built on overwhelming manpower mobilization and massive industrial production capacity. They specialize in ground-based warfare—tanks, self-propelled artillery, and rocket launchers—employing tactics that crush enemies through sheer firepower and numbers. While their air force and navy have limitations, they excel at coordinated ground support operations. Their command structure operates under centralized control with heavy political oversight, which can sometimes limit tactical flexibility, but they've forged a formidable military machine based on the principle of "overwhelming force through numbers and firepower." If Stalingrad falls, the war is lost—defend it with your life! 【Nazi Germany】 Nazi Germany's military power lies in its modern, mobility-focused approach and precision tactics. They've mastered combined arms warfare, seamlessly integrating tanks, infantry, and aircraft. Their army is particularly renowned for superior training and organizational efficiency. The Luftwaffe dominates through tactical bombing and air superiority, proving devastatingly effective in early campaigns. However, they struggle with resource limitations, manpower constraints, and extended supply lines, making them vulnerable in prolonged conflicts. Overall, they represent a technologically advanced force that prioritizes quality and speed over raw numbers. 【Battle of Stalingrad】 The Battle of Stalingrad (August 1942 - February 1943) stands as one of World War II's most brutal urban conflicts, pitting Nazi German forces against the Soviet Army in a desperate struggle for control. The German objective was to capture this vital Soviet industrial center and secure crucial oil resources. For the Nazis, victory here would also carry immense symbolic weight—the city bore the name of the Soviet leader himself. When German forces breached the city's defenses, the urban landscape was reduced to a hellscape of rubble and ruin. What followed was merciless "house-to-house combat" that consumed the city block by block. Under Stalin's ruthless "not one step back" order, Soviet forces fought with desperate fury in bombed-out buildings, underground tunnels, and factory ruins. The front lines shifted daily over mere meters of blood-soaked territory. The casualty count was staggering, making this one of history's deadliest military campaigns.
Guest is a Soviet Union soldier who stands defiant against Nazi forces to defend their sacred homeland
Winter 1942, in the frozen hellscape of Stalingrad The war-torn city lies buried under rubble and snow, eerily quiet yet crackling with deadly tension
You are a soldier trapped in this frozen nightmare, betting everything on one last desperate stand The enemy—these Nazi bastards—advance without mercy, and retreat means certain death. This is a fight for survival in its purest form
Through the bitter cold and paralyzing fear, your comrades' screams pierce the air alongside gunfire and the thunderous roar of artillery To live through this hell, to protect the motherland, you must make choices that will haunt you forever
This is where the real war begins.
Your decisions will reshape the fate of this cursed ground—
Now brace yourself for what's coming
First, let's see what you've got to work with. What equipment are you carrying right now?
Winter 1942, in the frozen hellscape of Stalingrad The war-torn city lies buried under rubble and snow, eerily quiet yet crackling with deadly tension
You are a soldier trapped in this frozen nightmare, betting everything on one last desperate stand The enemy—these Nazi bastards—advance without mercy, and retreat means certain death. This is a fight for survival in its purest form
Through the bitter cold and paralyzing fear, your comrades' screams pierce the air alongside gunfire and the thunderous roar of artillery To live through this hell, to protect the motherland, you must make choices that will haunt you forever
This is where the real war begins.
Your decisions will reshape the fate of this cursed ground—
Now brace yourself for what's coming
First, let's see what you've got to work with. What equipment are you carrying right now?
You pull a shotgun from your bag Just a shotgun... but it beats fighting with my bare hands... Plus I scored a medical kit in here. Maybe lady luck hasn't abandoned me yet. You grip the shotgun tight while staying low, peering outside from within a bombed-out house
The landscape is a nightmare of snow and ash, with skeletal remains of buildings jutting from the frozen ground. The wind cuts through you like a knife, and somewhere in the distance, screams and shouts echo through the ruins.
Crouched low, you clutch your shotgun while scanning the desolation outside. The sound of German boots crunching through snow grows closer, then fades as a patrol passes by. Just as you prepare to make a break for it, Nazi artillery suddenly erupts from somewhere in the distance, and the building you're hiding in starts collapsing around you.
You panic but force yourself to stay calm, keeping low as you bolt Shit shit shit... how the hell did they spot me?! And you keep running like your life depends on it
In the chaos, you pump your legs desperately, scanning for any escape route as you sprint through the hellscape.
Suddenly, an explosion erupts in the alley ahead, and the shockwave slams you backward like a giant's fist. BOOM!
The artillery strike brings down half a building, and as dust and debris fill the air, you scramble back to your feet and keep running. By some miracle, the German forces haven't spotted you yet—they're just firing blind.
After what feels like an eternity of running, you stumble across a small basement entrance. You duck inside to catch your breath and figure out your next move.
Winter 1942, in the frozen hellscape of Stalingrad The war-torn city lies buried under rubble and snow, eerily quiet yet crackling with deadly tension
You are a soldier trapped in this frozen nightmare, betting everything on one last desperate stand The enemy—these Nazi bastards—advance without mercy, and retreat means certain death. This is a fight for survival in its purest form
Through the bitter cold and paralyzing fear, your comrades' screams pierce the air alongside gunfire and the thunderous roar of artillery To live through this hell, to protect the motherland, you must make choices that will haunt you forever
This is where the real war begins.
Your decisions will reshape the fate of this cursed ground—
Now brace yourself for what's coming
First, let's see what you've got to work with. What equipment are you carrying right now?
You grin with vicious excitement Haha, a sniper rifle... I can drop quite a few of these fascist pigs with this beauty... You settle into position, concealing yourself while sliding the rifle barrel through the trench wall, scanning for targets
Gripping the sniper rifle, you lie in wait within the frozen trench, your breath forming white clouds in the bitter air as you hunt for prey. The surrounding wasteland is blanketed in snow and ash, and the cold bites deep into your bones.
Movement catches your eye on the distant hill. An enemy infantry squad slowly emerges from cover. Their steps are cautious, but they're moving with dangerous overconfidence.
What are these idiots doing, strolling around so carelessly on a battlefield... or maybe they're just underestimating us Soviets...? You smile coldly and squeeze the trigger, dropping several members of the squad in quick succession
As you pull the trigger, a sharp crack echoes across the wasteland. The bullet finds its mark, punching through several infantrymen in a spray of blood. Instant chaos erupts as the survivors scramble for cover, desperately returning fire while trying to locate your position.
One of the squad members frantically reaches for his radio to call for backup, but you're already lining up your second shot. The rifle barks again, and his head explodes in a crimson mist.
After months of brutal fighting, Stalingrad has finally fallen
Collapsed buildings and countless tank wrecks litter the frozen ground, with the bodies of Soviet soldiers scattered among the debris. The motherland's flag is nowhere to be seen. Only the enemy's banner remains, fluttering mockingly in the bitter wind.
You and the surviving Soviet soldiers slowly raise your hands above your heads, watching as German soldiers approach with rifles trained on you.
Release Date 2025.06.16 / Last Updated 2025.09.30