Yang Mingzhi had already finished his dinner, and a few pieces of bread and a bowl of buckwheat soup had filled his stomach. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are two girls in the house, so they need to get some bread. It's just that an aunt in charge of the rice learned of the chief's intentions, and with a smile, she picked up a handful of bread slices, put them in the basket, and handed them over directly.

She asked even more eagerly: "Sir, this time our Natasha came back, did she kill a lot of enemies again?" ”

How should this question be answered? Because it is not the time to eat, that is, I am a senior officer and can come first. The busy chefs actually came over, and now this woman's problem is everyone's problem at all.

Yang Mingzhi scratched his head and said, "She has already killed 272 of them!" He even killed some puppet soldiers. In short, this child's big Venus can't run. ”

"Haha! She killed half a battalion alone! I can't imagine that she's still a child! The head chef in a white apron leaned over and involuntarily waved the kitchen knife in his hand: "It's good to be young, if I were as young as her, I would go to the front line to fight." ”

"But you're old! Uncle Andrey! Another woman wearing a headscarf reminded.

"Yes! I'm old, so I can only be a chef here, at least so that the young children can eat enough so that they can kill more enemies on the battlefield! Speaking of this, the white-haired Andrei continued to ask: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, is the pot of noodles I made according to Besica's recipe at noon to your taste?" ”

It turned out that the lunch was made by this person himself, and Yang Mingzhi decisively praised it, and the whole kitchen was very happy when he learned that even the commissioner was full of praise.

According to the principle, Yang Mingzhi can't take more bread, but these chefs and helpers are too enthusiastic. Did Natasha really take out 272 enemies? At least Salinchkin has asked to have to be rechecked in order to report and have a chance of being registered.

In the collective farms, everyone was expecting the victory of the troops. The cooks did not ask about the casualties of the troops, but in fact they could get a glimpse of the number of people who dined - many of them did not return from this battle.

To discuss the issue of casualties is undoubtedly to uncover the scars, the original villagers of the blacksmith village were only a few hundred people, and now there are more than 10,000 people living in this area. The vast majority of them have fled, and most of their families have been killed or injured in the war.

Belarusians were noticeably more optimistic than other peoples of the USSR, there were no immortals in the war, and as long as the troops eliminated more of the enemy, their sacrifice made sense.

Yang Mingzhi was carrying a basket of bread slices, and the two girls wanted to eat them all, and they would definitely eat them for two days with their stomachs alone. Anyway, I and my wife don't have to go to the cafeteria until the food is finished, and we can't compete with the soldiers for food.

Facing the sunset, walking on the way home. It's April, and the warm and humid air stream from the south is definitely going north, and it may rain in a few days. Looking at the sun in the west, there are not many clouds in the west, and the weather is only good tomorrow when you see the sunset, but now it is really worrying.

"Oh my God, you'd better not give me any now. We haven't collected all our supplies yet, and it would be terrible if it rained! "Where is the weather forecast now, think about it, the precipitation in the whole of March is on the low side, is it necessary to save a piece in April and May and the next non-stop? Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but worry.

Suddenly, a noisy truck whistle pulled the worried Yang Mingzhi back from his thoughts.

It was the truck heading to the communications station in the ruins of Homnich, and they had already pulled back all the paratroopers who had been there for the time being!

The small plains in the forest were getting muddy, and if it rained even worse, the truck would not have been able to move. Yang Mingzhi stopped and watched the trucks with their headlights slowly drive past him, the expressions of these paratrooper soldiers were mostly a little depressed, and then looked at the territory of these trucks, which were somewhat stained with mud.

"Really, if it rains, will our trucks still be able to drive?" Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. These trucks were already German, and now a considerable number of German convoys pass through the Mozili-Gomel road, which is difficult to interrupt as long as the road is not destroyed. It's not like a railroad, where blowing up a section of track can interrupt the road for a while.

In the past few months, what I have been fighting for is to paralyze that road, and in the end, the German army has increased its troops, and the road is still the same. Perhaps only a rainstorm that turns the road into a mud swamp will make this line of communication abandoned. In this way, the logistics of the German army had to be completely dependent on the railway! So where is the railway from Mozyr to Bryansk?

Just a dozen kilometers north of the Moziri-Gomel highway!

"It seems that the strategic center of the future must change, in the end I am still engaged in guerrilla warfare, then it would be nice to focus the attacks on destroying the lines of communication, derailing all the trains, and bombing the railways frequently?!" Yang Mingzhi pondered for a moment whether this matter was the most loyal thing that the guerrilla groups of all sizes in Belarus were most willing to do.

It's just that the size of the 284th Division is too large, and it would be too condescending to engage in this kind of petty theft! To do it or to fight, to give the Germans a large-scale "railway demolition"!

Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but be happy. This matter still needs to be discussed in the long run, and Yang Mingzhi hurried to his home in the afterglow of the sunset.

He walked along the path in the woods, and soon came out of the woods, and the light was a little dim, and he could see that the two girls had woken up and were outside.

Abram has indeed fulfilled their duties well, and is still standing guard seriously at this moment.

Yang Mingzhi continued to walk with a basket of food, and the two girls simply tied their hair, changed into a dress that only girls wear, and were playing with a child.

"Hey! Kostya! Did you wake up your two older sisters? Yang Mingzhi said loudly.

The Slavs developed relatively early, almost because their daily food has not been good, although Kostya is eight or nine years old, her height and body shape are not satisfactory. Hearing a very familiar call, the kid pounced on him, shouting "Uncle Peter" in his mouth.

As if holding his son, the tall Yang Mingzhi took him in his arms and walked in front of the two girls.

If there were white dresses, the two of them would definitely look very beautiful in them. Even though they wore traditional peasant women's clothes in gray style (almost wearing a headscarf), the girl's beauty could not be hidden.

Yang Mingzhi hugged Kostya, both of them laughed, but Natasha's nose suddenly became sore, and hot tears flowed out of her green eyes and turned into two springs.

"What? Natasha, why are you crying all of a sudden?! Seriously, you're so beautiful dressed like this. ”

Wiping away her tears, Natasha muttered, "Sir! The way you hold Kostya reminds me of my father, I ...... I ......" The girl was halfway through her words, and she simply tended to her emotions, and hugged Yang Mingzhi's waist directly, tears welling up.

"Really? That's a fitting description. ”

In this situation, emotions have been mobilized, and it is impossible to rush her away. Yang Mingzhi could understand her thoughts, so he beckoned to his wife: "Xiao Tao, come on, you can't let your sister cry here alone." ”