If the Mediterranean coast in the world has almost forgotten about war, then the most tragic war zone is near Moscow.

The pace of the German advance was slowed down here, but the Soviet casualties were also increasing exponentially.

If only 1,000 people are killed in a day, everyone will think that this is a day when the battle is not fierce.

Chris, his comrade-in-arms, Daddy, and Antenna, are fighting in such an environment and are tenaciously alive.

The good news is that General Guderian's armored forces have arrived near Ryazan, and Moscow is completely surrounded on three sides.

If you include the areas blocked by artillery, the Soviets will have to pay a heavy price if they want to reinforce or retreat from the Moscow region.

The three of them were sitting together in a circle at this moment, enjoying a hearty lunch. For them, it has been a long time since they have had such a delicious lunch.

They occupied an area controlled by Soviet troops, and then found that there was a hoarding of food - many potatoes and some vegetables.

Of course, these things were not enough, so they opened the can that they had treasured for a long time, and poured out the oil, water, and starchy meat in it.

It was definitely a great meal, as an infantry company had already driven in front of them and occupied a position, so they could eat their own food with confidence.

And the price they had to pay was that they were going to give the infantry some potatoes, and apparently they were willing to do the same.

After all, having a delicious meal at a time like this will help them in the rest of the battle.

"Delicious! Although the canned food doesn't taste very good, I still think it's delicious. As Cirek ate his canned food, he was so moved that he was about to cry.

The combination of boiled vegetable leaves and potatoes is simply the best in the world! Just take a bite of a hot meal, and it's a paradise for front-line soldiers.

"Whew! We probably didn't cook anything hot for 3 days. Daddy Buck also looked satisfied.

When they were fighting, they all ate compressed military rations, which were shriveled and hard like stones.

Aside from being able to satisfy hunger, things like compressed biscuits are almost no different from garbage. Either it doesn't taste good, or it's just salty and disgusting.

"I heard that after the defeat of Moscow, we can go back to the second line to rest, and then we will have hot meals to eat and baths every day." Daddy glanced at Ciric, who was still wrapped in bandages on his arms, and Chris, who couldn't see the injury anymore.

Chris didn't speak, he fished out a large piece of potatoes and leaves from the pot left by the Soviets, and stuffed it into his mouth, whether it was hot or not.

Now, Ciric and Daddy stopped talking, and they found that Chris ate the most, taking advantage of them while they spoke.

The three of them just gobbled it up, ignoring the fact that not far from them, there was the body of a Soviet soldier lying on their stomachs.

The Soviet soldier had a hole in his head that Chris had shot through. They were able to occupy this place intact, thanks to this shot.

It was clear that the Soviet soldier was going to die with the Germans who rushed up, as can be seen from the two grenades that rolled down next to the corpse.

"Slow down! Eat slowly! No, boil another pot. Looking at the potato sacks stacked in the corner, Dad couldn't help it and persuaded him.

But Chris and Shirek still didn't give up, and continued to gobble up the food in the pot. On the one hand, they are hungry, and on the other hand, they have already developed a habit.

No one spends half an hour on the battlefield to eat, because it is simply too extravagant, no one knows when the enemy's counterattack will begin, and no one knows when the shells will fall.

Halfway through the meal, the enemy launched a counterattack, and the rest of the meal could not be eaten in the stomach, and could only be poured out violently.

What's even infuriating is that halfway through the meal, the enemy starts shelling - the dust raised by the artillery can destroy the food in an instant, making people laugh and cry.

Therefore, as long as you have been on the battlefield, you will develop a good habit of eating as fast as possible, and of course, chatting while eating is also one of the good habits.

It's a rare leisure time, if you don't take it out and make fun of it, how can you be worthy of such a luxurious lunch?

When the contents of the pot were gone, and the spoon could touch the bottom of the pot, Daddy poured the potatoes that had been cut with a bayonet into the pot again.

Chris didn't talk nonsense, and directly took out his own alcohol block, which was the fuel that Daddy had brought with him just now, and now it was time to use his.

Ciric was also very cooperative, and threw the vegetable leaves that had been simply cleaned with the water in the kettle into the pot.

Pour some water, sprinkle some salt, and everyone starts waiting again - this time everyone is happy, happily waiting for the beautiful moment to come.

"Suddenly! Dodo! In the distance, the distinctive sound of the MG-42 machine gun began to roar, not in their direction, but further away.

This shows that a fierce fight has begun again, and some people will die in the ruins before they have time to eat this lunch.

Ciric looked at the boiling pot in front of him, at the food that had become sticky, and didn't bother to care about the battle in the distance.

"Are these Soviets crazy? This time to start fighting back? Looking at the sky outside the window, Chris, who had swallowed the last bit of food in his mouth, was finally willing to speak.

The old man beside him rolled his eyes angrily, and he grabbed the least of the pot of food just now: "Now you speak?" In the afternoon, you are responsible for writing reports. ”

Chris smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. There was also a vegetable leaf hanging from the top of the tooth, showing the ferocity with which he had just eaten.

Far away, German artillery joined the field performance, raining down shells and weaving into a mourning song.

"Artillery of 150 mm caliber...... It seems that today it is the turn of the train artillery position to rest. Hearing the familiar screech of ballistics and the deep sound of explosions, Ciric easily discerned the caliber of his own artillery.

If he listened closely, he could even hear the number of artillery fired. This is his hobby, and it is the hobby of many soldiers.

But now he didn't have time to distinguish the sound of the cannons, because the food in the pot was almost ready.

At this moment, food is their best spiritual sustenance, and as for this Moscow at their feet - let it go to hell with Stalin......