Stravitz left Warsaw with a platoon of communications men.

The platoon commander of the communications platoon was afraid of Stravitz's aristocratic status at first, and concentrated on driving without speaking until Stravitz took the initiative to speak.

After opening the conversation, the platoon commander told him everything he had recently encountered in Poland, including his views on the current war, complaints about the strange taste of the food provided by the Poles, and the surprise of the Polish soldiers when they saw the fried dough sticks and soy milk for the German breakfast.

"They've never seen fritters and soy milk before! That look made me laugh uncontrollably. ”

"The first time you saw fried dough sticks and soy milk, your expression must have been similar to that." Stravitz laughed.

"Maybe that's true, but I still find the Polish expressions funny. Speaking of which, I don't think other Chinese foods are very popular in the army, why do fried dough sticks and soy milk become the standard breakfast of the army? ”

"It's high-calorie, it's delicious, and it's relatively easy to make." Stravitz immediately replied that he always wanted to give his subordinates the answer as soon as possible, which was the experience of his father in the First World War - his father always told Stravidz never to let his subordinates go into battle with questions, and even if they wanted to answer nonsense, they should answer it as quickly as possible.

However, Stravitz is still very confident in answering the question that fritters and soy milk have become the standard, he once went to the Turkish battlefield, and the hot food that the battlefield could provide at that time was fritters, as long as the prefabricated fritters were thrown into the oil pan, the energy continued to make crispy fritters, much faster than toasting bread or something. Moreover, the calories of the fritters are extremely high, and after eating the fritters in the morning, you can fight until the afternoon without being hungry.

At that time, the dining cars of the international column often carried a pot of oil, and the other space was used to store prefabricated fritters and beans, and when they arrived at the company, they directly began to fry the fritters and beat soy milk, and after a few minutes, they could provide the troops with hot food -- for the soldiers on the battlefield, hot food was simply a source of morale.

Then it became standard to provide the troops with fried dough sticks and soy milk for breakfast, especially in the morning when the offensive was about to be launched.

As soon as Stravitz had finished explaining this to his new subordinates, the Heavy in the back seat said, "To be honest, I don't have any feelings about the Oriental culture that Mr. Lin has been trying to spread, only these peculiar oriental dishes make me very useful." It's as delicious as French food, but it doesn't have as many complicated rules to eat, and that's what I like the most. ”

"You've ever eaten French food." The rifleman next to the machine gunner teased.

"Of course I did, after the success of the revolution, my father came back from the Red Guards, and the first thing he said was, 'Let's go, let's enjoy the fruits of the revolution,' and then he took our four brothers to a French meal. At that time, the manager of the French restaurant had a green face, because none of us in the family had a suit, and my sister didn't have a fancy evening dress. But he stared at my father's Red Guard uniform, and the Sickle and Hammer medal awarded to the Red Guards on his chest, and did not dare to speak. ”

Stravitz frowned slightly.

"I don't think it's something to brag about." He glanced back at the machine gunner, and sure enough, he saw a face reminiscent of the working class, "A really good regime should strive to make suits and evening dresses affordable for all." However, Mr. Hayashi has done a good job so far, so I am here to fight for his regime. ”

After Stravitz finished speaking, the other three people in the car looked at each other.

"That's right." The machine gunner was the first to speak, "This is also a fight for ourselves." ”

Stravitz smiled, and at this time the platoon commander of the communications platoon continued: "I heard that the Russians sent out cavalry? They're still using cavalry......"

"I have heard that the Russian army has canceled more than seventy percent of the number of cavalry units, and only retains some units with a relatively long history." "The Russians don't have motorized units like we have, and they don't have enough aerial reconnaissance, and it's understandable to have some cavalry as a mobile and reconnaissance force," Stravitz said. If there were no cavalry, they would have only been left with infantry units that were mobile on foot. ”

"I see." The platoon commander nodded busily.

At this time, the convoy caught up with a group of German troops who were resting on the side of the road, judging from the camouflage uniforms, it should be the armored chasseur unit - the regular German troops still use the old Reich color uniforms with gray and a small amount of red, and only the armored soldiers and armored hunters have changed into camouflage uniforms.

Stravitz stared at the armored hunters, scrutinizing their uniforms.

"It does look like it's going to have a more stealthy effect." He suddenly commented, "Especially in this kind of land where the snow has just melted, the enemy may not be able to detect it even if it is a little farther away." ”

"Are you talking about camouflage uniforms?"

"yes, why didn't anyone think of giving soldiers this kind of protective color in the last war?"

No one answered Stravitz's words.

Stravitz continued to mutter: "Why didn't you see their armored vehicles? Wait, do you see the officers gathered in front of you? Parking next to that. ”

"Yes, Mr. Colonel."

After a few seconds, Stravitz's car came to a steady stop next to the officers of the armored hunters, and the entire convoy of his cars came to a halt.

The armored hunters who were resting on the side of the road looked at the small group of cars with curiosity, and the officers who had gathered to discuss the matter also turned to look at Stravitz, and after seeing the rank of colonel on his shoulder, the officers saluted Stravitz together.

"Where's your armored car?" Stravitz replied with a casual salute and asked.

"Report to the colonel, our heavy equipment and drivers are still on the railway, only the infantry arrived first. The division command asked me to lead the infantry to the front first. ”

"How...... According to our transportation plan, the heavy equipment should arrive with the infantry......"

"Mr. Colonel, our plans have been completely disrupted, and judging by what we encountered on the road, we are thankful that the infantry arrived on time."

Stravitz pouted, he had arrived in Warsaw by plane, and had no idea that the conditions on the railway line were so bad.

The commander of the armored hunters looked at Stravitz's expression and hurriedly added: "Mr. Colonel, don't worry, we don't have heavy equipment, we are also an excellent infantry unit, and no Russian army can bargain with us." ”

"Yes, I'm sure they can't." After saying that, Stravitz sat back in his chair, "I'm now ordered to go to the front line to check the situation, and I'm going to go first." ”

Hearing this, the commanders of the armored hunters immediately gave way to Stravitz's convoy, and the leading major saluted Stravitz again: "Good luck, Mr. Colonel. ”

"This is a great start for your troops."

**

After leaving the Panzer Hunters, Stravitz's small force continued on its way, and it was not long before it came across another group of German troops.

This time he saw an armored vehicle, but it was an armored crane from the maintenance battalion, and it looked like the group of vehicle maintenance men were trying to drag a tank out of the field.

"What's going on!" Stravitz pulled his car to a stop and asked a sergeant in command.

"Mechanical failure, Mr. Colonel, the track coordination mechanism went wrong, and the car turned straight down the road and drove into the field, which was very soft, and it sank in." Stravitz was answered by the second lieutenant dressed as an armored soldier next to the sergeant, "The troops checked the ground situation in this area before going to guò, and the scout said that the chariot could pass guò, so he didn't take weight reduction measures, and my cart carried a ton of provisions, and it turned out to be like this." ”

The lieutenant pointed to the pile of things he had piled up on the side of the road, and added, "At first, all these things were piled up on my baby." ”

Stravitz squinted at the large pile of "cargo", only to see that there was something in it that wasn't supposed to be in it.

"Is that beer, lieutenant?"

"Uh, yes, Mr. Colonel." The second lieutenant looked embarrassed, and he immediately explained, "It's all sent by the Poles, Mr. Colonel." Seeing that the Russians did make them miserable when they ruled, and later after Poland became independent, they made the Russians who stayed behind, and now they are afraid that the Russians will come back and retaliate! When they saw us, it was as if they were relatives, Mr. Colonel. ”

Stravitz raised an eyebrow, he could tell that the Panzers were indeed welcomed by the Poles, and that the pink ribbon used to tie things might have been from some Polish girl. However, Stravitz was sure that the beers were made in Germany and should never have been sold in Poland.

Stravitz had heard from the older generation of soldiers that the U.S. military was particularly fond of doing similar things, and that only pilots in the German army would "violate discipline" in this way. He also heard the old officers complain more than once that Lin Youde had spread the bad habits of the pilot unit to the German Army.

However, Stravitz's father was an enlightened officer, and he once warned Stravitz: In peacetime, you should be strict and merciless in the violation of discipline in the army, and on the battlefield, you must know how to tolerate some small actions of the soldiers, so that the soldiers will think that you are a good officer and willingly rush to kill with you.

Remembering his father's words again, Stravitz said, "Come, let me enjoy the Polish warmth too, we have a bottle for every car." ”

"Yes, Mr. Colonel." The second lieutenant seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and he turned and gestured to his crew, and the armorers in boat-shaped caps sprang into action, unpacking a case of beer and stuffing each of Stravitz's convoys with a bottle.

Stravitz took the beer bottle from the second lieutenant with his own hands, took a long sip of the cap, and let out a sound of admiration.

"Awesome."

He handed the beer to the two people in the back seat, then ordered, "Drive, let's move on." ”