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The first target plane, the southern part of the Soviet-German battlefield, near the city of Beknur. At this time, the battle situation here was a stalemate between the German and Soviet armies, and no one could help anyone, and neither side had the strength to solve the opponent at one time, whether it was the main force of the front line or counting the reserves. And because it is located in the southernmost area of the entire Soviet-German battlefield, far away from the core position of the Moscow front, all kinds of logistical supplies obtained here are always the least in all respects among the Soviet troops, sometimes as long as 2 or 3 days, and the grassroots soldiers have nothing to eat, so they can only rely on the thick snow on the ground.

Borshak was a junior officer in the Soviet Army, and it has been almost three years since he participated in the Great Patriotic War. From a passionate young man who loves his country and family who doesn't know anything, he has become a decisive battlefield veteran. Of course, with luck and courage, he has now been promoted to a battalion commander, with more than 200 commanders under him, sleeping, eating, training and fighting together. It is precisely because of the example and charge of a large number of middle- and low-ranking officers of the Soviet Union in World War II, coupled with the passion and enthusiasm of the people to defend their homes and defend the country, that the Soviet army was able to hold on to it in the harsh situation of increasing scarcity of materials.

However, as the war dragged on for longer and longer, the situation on our side became worse and worse, and the passion and enthusiasm of most people became less and less in the boring, dangerous and cruel battlefield front, and in the reality of less and less food, shells, bullets and other supplies brought in from the rear.

At this time, most of Balshak's subordinates had become dull-eyed, severely lacking basic nutrition, and they had no thoughts or thoughts of their own, and only moved their frozen limbs as much as possible, and mechanically carried out the orders of their superiors. But now, Balshak has to face a very real problem: his troops have completely eaten up their food, and the troops have not eaten for three whole days.

At 10 a.m., inside a log cabin near Bekenur.

"Knock knock!" (knocks on the door)

"Come in."

"Moros, it's me." When Balshak entered the house, he said hello. Moros in the house, a senior officer who manages the logistics of his troops.

"Balshak? What are you doing here? Moros was a little surprised. At this time, Moros was dressed in thick cotton clothes and was roasting his hands in front of a tin stove with burning wood. I have to say that no matter which country's army, the officers in charge of the distribution of logistics and materials always have a better life than the people around them.

"If you don't come again, my people will starve to death!" Although he was psychologically dissatisfied with the other party's "extravagant" clothes, he knew that he had come to "beg for help" this time, so he still forced himself to press his temper on the battlefield and said as gently as possible.

"No more food?"

"Well, it's been three full days, what the hell is going on?"

"I'm sorry, Balshak, I don't really have one here. I've been urging the top several times, but now there's no response at all. ”

"What are those Siberian mongrels doing? Could it be that their brains are all dominated by shit? Don't know what food is most urgently needed here? ”

"Alright, Balshak, you sit down first." Because he has a good relationship with Balshak, and he admires his courage and battlefield adaptability and command ability when he fights, Moros has a good relationship with Balshak, which is also the latter's "reliance" for coming this time.

After Balshak sat down, Moros also sat down close and whispered: "I have heard the news that there have been hundreds of workers' riots in the central part of our country recently, which almost turned into a 'second revolution'. I heard that in order to fulfill the orders of the higher authorities and ensure that the required munitions can be produced on time, the methods used by the 'production supervision team' sent by Moscow were too radical and violent, causing a lot of lives, and thus produced a chain reaction. ”

"Central riots? How can it be? ”

"There is a shortage of food there than here, and trains passing through Siberia basically do not stop there, but ensure supplies from the front line first. I heard that the workers there are now only guaranteed one meal a day at most, and they are 'interrupted' from time to time. The cause of the accident was that some factories had not served food for three days, and the urging group demanded that they continue to work overtime, and after the workers' representatives objected, they opened fire and killed people, which turned into an armed riot with guns and guns. ”

"How's it going there now?"

"It's not too clear. However, because the riots there still tend to expand and spread, once they cannot be controlled, they cannot be appeased. Not only is it impossible to ensure the production of normal military supplies here, but it is likely to endanger the entire front line. Therefore, the high-level gave priority to transporting all the grain from Siberia in the past few days to the central part of the country for emergency relief. ”

"Then you don't want the front line?"

"Balshak, you should know that our supply priority here in the south has always been the worst. In the hands of the northern and central theaters, there should still be some surplus food now. ”

"But my men haven't eaten for three days, and if we come back for a few more days, not to mention the Dekou attack, we ourselves will starve to death first. Can you help me figure it out, okay? ”

"I really don't have any food here, and I have also been interrupted for one day since yesterday."

"Is there really nothing that can be done?" Agitated, Balshak grabbed Moros's shoulder with his left hand and shook it vigorously.

"This~~" Moros did not reply immediately after hearing this, but took out a cigarette from the innermost part of his cotton clothes, then glanced at Balshak, and took out another one and handed it to him with a painful face, and finally lit it on the iron stove, and smoked for a while before speaking: "Actually, there are two more ways." ”

"Which two? Tell me! Hearing the other party say the word "two", Balshak asked with some excitement.

"The first one, you sent troops to rob Dekou."

Hearing Moros's suggestion, Balshak smiled wryly, not to mention the snowflakes in the sky, the deep snow on the ground, and the terrifying cold wind. Just consider the current hands of their own troops, in the absence of sufficient ammunition and heavy weapons to support the initiative to attack the German army on the opposite side, although Bauersak does not know the specific situation there, but they have a clear advantage in terms of leisure and tanks, and they will not be too difficult to defend. These more than 200 people really want to do this on their own initiative, no matter whether the result is successful or not, in the end, they will be killed by sending troops without authorization and being shot by a military court. Most importantly, his brother probably lost his life without food.

"What about the second one?" Balshak asked with a wry smile.

"The second one~~" Moros frowned, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally whispered: "I heard the quartermaster of the defense area troops in the back say in private, and now the Yanhuanghong Party has set up an office with them to coordinate the issue of arms supply (referring to the Yanhuanghong Party that came to the aid and the firearms and materials of the Japanese Kouguan Dong Army captured in the Northeast Campaign). But the Yanhuang people secretly released the news in private, saying that we borrowed money from them to buy the arms, and their military industrial enterprises in the northeast can produce homemade, so they can not need money for now, and support us to pay it back slowly later. But if they want food supplies, because the food production in the occupied areas is also very tight, they also need to spend money to buy from foreign countries, forces and smugglers, so we need to exchange 'real things' as well, otherwise it is impossible to maintain a long-term and continuous food supply. ”

"The real thing? What do you mean? ”

"Gold, jewelry, paintings, sculptures, books, works of art, ceramics, bronzes and other cultural relics, and even good quality ancient furniture can be."

"This," Balshak hesitated when he heard it.

"I remember that there was a Tsarist manor not far from your defense area, which was sealed because the atmosphere of luxurious interiors did not conform to the principle of 'frugality' advocated by our country's top leaders, although some of its contents have been removed. But there should be a lot left behind. ”

"You let me think about it~~"

"I suggest you, you'd better discuss it with Gryaznuha and Zhidan (the officer in charge of the surrounding defense area), and besides, I don't know the news, and I've never talked to you, do you know what I mean?"

"Don't worry, I know how to do it!"

After returning to the station, Balshak struggled in the wooden room for most of the day, and finally saw the frozen purple skin of the soldiers in the trenches, curled up and shivering, and then thought of the realistic life-and-death threat of the cannon in the hand of Dekou on the other side, and suddenly smiled. For the fate that I face every day, I don't know if I can see the sun tomorrow, maybe in a few minutes, and it will be glorious. Since you are not afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of and worry about? That night, he visited the headquarters of Gryaznuha and Zhidan overnight, and all night, after careful deliberation, the three finally decided to fuck for the sake of his subordinates!

In the evening of the next day, in the daily reports sent by Balshak, Gryanznuha, and Zhidan to their superiors, they all mentioned and described in general terms: "Today the XXXX Castle was discovered, which is suspected to have been hit by German artillery and caused a large fire. Although our troops rushed to extinguish the fire, the distance and lack of necessary fire-fighting equipment prevented the fire from spreading, and by the evening it had become a charred ruin. ”

A few days later, as the "real things" in the castle were transported away one after another, a Soviet-made gas truck drove slowly to the station of Borgshak's troops. Soviet soldiers, who had long been hungry, immediately rushed into the car, grinned and carried bags of grain, potatoes, canned food, and other necessities such as table salt from the truck. Then I couldn't wait to set up a wooden frame, put iron bars horizontally, and hung iron pots in the leeward and backlit place of the position (for fear that the Germans would find out and cause shelling), and boiled potato soup gnocchi that I hadn't seen for many years.

An hour later, every Soviet soldier under Balshak was smiling happily as he drank a bowl full of potato soup gnocchi, or ate it carefully, and gave him a large piece of luncheon meat. For them who do not know when the war will end and when they will die, a full meal is more affordable and comforting than a medal. As for Balshak, after the same full meal, he was opening a box of several large packs of cigarettes that were transported with the car, took out one of the filter cigarettes, lit it, and spit out a smoke ring in a dashing manner, and said with emotion: Damn, this is a life that only God can live!