There were more than 50 people in charge of escorting the catch of the day, and everyone was excited, and the fish bombing operation got off to a good start, and all the wagons returned with full loads. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Yang Mingzhi could not be a zoologist, he immediately understood that the fish population in the Dnieper River was very rich, and the fish that were fried were also varied. Catfish naturally don't say, they are too easy to identify. There are also sea bass with large dorsal fins, and other fish that look delicious as well.

A few professional fishermen with rich experience chatted and laughed to check the catch. "There are pike, yarrow, lapp fish, catfish, plum sea bass, red cod, ......" Yang Mingzhi listened to the introduction of several people, and they spoke Russian words, many of which they did not understand at all. In short, there are many types of fish, and the most important thing is that you can eat it naturally.

However, these catches are basically dead fish, and the fried fish is very savage. Just like the formation of large-caliber artillery fire covering the attacking troops, in fact, there is no need for fragments at all, and the vibration in the area is enough to shatter the internal organs of the soldiers. Explosives were thrown into the water, and the fish were almost killed.

Only some catfish can still be alive, they are already tenacious, so good that they are even exposed to the air and breathe through their skin for a while.

Yang Mingzhi finally instructed these people a few words. "Be careful when traveling at night, and keep an eye on the road under your feet when the torches are lit. Safely send the fish back and immediately start making salted fish, as for the catfish that are still or, they are all thrown into the big pit and raised first. ”

That night, on the west bank of the Dnieper, mottled flames appeared in this wetland, and even in the river channel.

The fighters lit bonfires, one for each squad. In late October, the climate was already a little cold, and the soldiers wore more cotton jackets, and the built-in kapok lint should not be as pleasant as roasting fire. Next to the campfire, there are often skewered pieces of fish, which are the flesh of the three big fish.

At this moment, Yang Mingzhi still recalled the scene of the soldier slaughtering the fish just now, the scene was a little bloody, and the air was filled with the smell of fish. It doesn't smell bad, it's just a little uncomfortable.

The catfish has no scales, and Lao Maozi is disdainful of the internal organs of the fish, and plans to discard them.

Yang Mingzhi immediately stopped them. "These things can also be used as bait, and we can organize some soldiers to do night fishing. The fish in the river smell the food, and when they see the strange light, they will be attracted to it, and then they will catch it all. That's why there are still boats on the river that light torches.

Yang Mingzhi, as an officer, naturally eats more advanced, and he is boiling a pot of noodles. Compared to other people's bread, eating the food of their hometown is really a pleasure.

The flames are beating, and the warmth of the bonfire is refreshing. Being in a foreign land, at war, it is a peaceful pleasure to be quiet and have a picnic with your family. Yang Mingzhi couldn't help yawning, the rice was not yet cooked, so he simply lay down on the reeds that had been overwhelmed.

"What? Brother, are you tired? Star fruit couldn't help but ask.

Before Yang Mingzhi could speak, Kavitsky rushed to speak: "He is very tired. The deputy division commander carried his wife all the way, Besika, you are almost as heavy as a medium-caliber mortar, which shows that your husband is also born with divine powers. There are such soldiers in the army, who can carry dozens of kilograms of weapons and follow the advance of the large army. ”

Kavitzki said this, and Yang Mingzhi was directly happy. compares his wife to a weapon, she is an eighty-pound girl. Carrying tired and tired, psychologically is very satisfied. With a soft voice, she has the freshness of a girl, and she has begun to have a trace of the charm of a mature woman.

Yang Mingzhi squinted at his wife's small appearance and couldn't help but smile slightly.

The star fruit stuck out her tongue at the joking Kavitsky, only to see that the racked lunch box was already boiling and the noodles were ready to eat.

Because the husband is lying down and seems to be asleep? Star fruit holds the lunch box, and the fragrance echoes on the tip of the nose of the person lying down. Although Yang Mingzhi was making a little joke with his wife, his stomach was growling.

The meal was fed, and the soldiers in rubber coats caught a bunch of miscellaneous things with a pocket net. In the eyes of many soldiers, does the deputy division commander have to eat these unsightly little things like birds?

Some mussels, river shrimp, and crabs, Lao Maozi generally do not eat these, perhaps only the Chinese like to eat some tricky ones. Star fruit is responsible for sorting out some ingredients, chiseling the river mussel to take its meat, crab to take crab roe, and river shrimp to pinch the head, so that the pot of rice is extremely fragrant.

Yang Mingzhi sat up slowly and took the lunch box handed by his wife.

"It smells very good, and it will be better to use chicken broth for the next noodles in the future, and then serve it with river fresh, and even some beef."

The star fruit popped with joy. "You think so well, the chief eats so finely, everyone is going to lose their temper. There is also chicken soup to be drunk for the sick, and delicious food is given priority to the wounded. For those of us who are healthy and healthy, we can eat ordinary. ”

She said it very seriously, and Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but joke. "Alas, the wounded soldiers are a blessing. You're a Chinese chef who is very good at cooking, or maybe I'll get sick in the future, such as freezing cold? ”

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't make trouble for me! "Carambola leaned over to her husband, and those eyes could speak.

The two simply looked at each other, and Yang Mingzhi understood a lot. It's affection, love, and dependence. She was so cute when she was determined, Yang Mingzhi stretched out his arm to touch her little head, and then pulled her pigtails. "Fool, I'm kidding. How can I practice myself? ”

"Mountain cannon! Knowing that I care about you the most, you still scare me nonsense. ”

Coquettishness is every girl's instinct, star fruit snuggles in her husband's arms, this big man is her only dependence now, and she doesn't care about any gossip with him.

The meal was quickly eaten and the tent was set up. Most of the fighters involved in the operation had to recuperate, many of them went into their tents early to rest, and a few were still chatting, meditating, or watching the night hunters on the river.

Yang Mingzhi was wrapped in a big cotton jacket, but in fact, this thing was a military uniform. There was also a girl in the padded jacket with her little head in her arms, and the couple sat cross-legged and intimate. The two on the side, Balzen was still picking his teeth, and Kavitzky became addicted to smoking, so he smoked a cigarette rolled up in Pravda.

This local cigarette must not be compared with Germany, Yang Mingzhi prides himself on not being a smoker, and he is also addicted to cigarettes because of life. It is said that alcohol and cigarettes can soothe the emotions of soldiers in the brutal battlefield, and this is indeed the case. Yang Mingzhi didn't dare to compliment Kavitzky, "Use newspaper cigarettes, you can enjoy yourself if your lungs are comfortable, and I don't smoke anything today." ”

Kavitzky smiled, spit out the smoke rings in the moonlight, and said his cigarette sutra: "Pravda cigarettes taste the best, and other newspapers are very uncomfortable, but the most uncomfortable is ...... with brown paper."

Here, Yang Mingzhi had the highest military rank as the deputy division commander, because he had no bureaucratic style, was wise and fierce in battle, and was very loved by the soldiers.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kavitsky and Yang Mingzhi chatted a few more words, and the star fruit was here, and Kavitzky's expression was very good-looking about growing mushrooms in the culvert.

"The medium made by Besica has begun to grow mushrooms, although they are still very small."

"That's it!" Star fruit proudly interjected: "I have done it after all, you keep the temperature and humidity well, and there will be more and more mushrooms." ”

"That's right, so we'll keep it up. It's just that I'm worried because winter is coming. To keep the temperature warm, I'm afraid I'll have to order them to light a little campfire in the cave. ”

Star fruit nodded, "You can do whatever you want, just don't burn the mushrooms with a fire." ”

Since it is said that it is winter, Yang Mingzhi thinks a lot. Seeing that his wife was still talking to Kavitsky about the mushroom issue, it was time for them to be quiet. So his restless hand went deep into the gap in his wife's clothes, and finally covered the two graceful bulges, and the star fruit was vibrate, and his forehead was wrinkled because of excitement.

"Alright, now it's time for me to talk about winter. Kavitsky, I'm afraid this year's winter will be very cold. ”

Yang Mingzhi's words seemed to be a prophecy, and Balzen and Kavitzky could see at once that the deputy division commander had just made an intimate move with Besika. Since they are husband and wife, it doesn't matter if they are intimate, but what the deputy division commander said is too serious.

"Winter is not cold, why is it cold this winter?" Balzen asked.

"It's nothing, it's just cold. I'm afraid there will be some variables in the war. ”

Kavitzki nodded: "I know a lot of the history of the Tsarist era, Napoleon's hundreds of thousands of troops, because of lack of provisions, could no longer fight in the snow, the cold became a weapon of Russia, and finally the cold snap was more fierce than the iron hooves of the tsar." ”

"That's right, that's the variable. I'm afraid that in this war, history will repeat itself. ”

Kavitsky did not want the wind and snow to be on the side of the Soviet Union, so that the German army was overwhelmed and finally self-destructed in the vast territory of the Soviet Union and the bitter cold.

He looked at Yang Mingzhi by himself, and this confident smile didn't seem like nonsense at all. "Does history really repeat itself?"

"No, I didn't say that." Yang Mingzhi said.

"So, will the weather be on our side?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Yang Mingzhi scratched his head, and the whole person became casual. "It looks like I'm talking nonsense, it's an expectation, I don't know about the weather, but one thing I'm sure of. Justice will not be defeated by evil, and the devil will not rule the world. Napoleon burned Moscow, and your ancestors still won the final victory. This time we are also destined to win, only to pay a greater price for victory. It would be better if the cold of Russia could freeze this group of invaders to death. ”

After hearing this, everyone smiled with satisfaction.

"The war will be won," Balzen said, "and then the deputy division commander will return to your country and lead your people to victory." Right? ”

"Of course, the war has been won, and I will take you warriors all the way to the Far East. Help me to liberate my people! Just like I'm now as a good commander, leading you to a battle with a win. ”

"Good! Then pray, a few cold snaps, and freeze all those Germans from the south to death! Balzen let out a long sigh.

"I'm afraid it might come to fruition." Yang Mingzhi pointed to his clothes. "Comrades, the Germans are crazy this time. They were attacking Moscow, but the soldiers were still wearing summer uniforms. So I don't need to say more, you can see what I mean. ”

Suddenly, the two of them suddenly became enlightened, and they had to take another look at what Yang Mingzhi said before, as if in this winter, there is the favor of the gods in the dark? (To be continued.) )