A small Belarusian station, a busy morning. It was now an important base for the German army's supply reserves, as well as a transit point for supplies to the front. The Germans wanted trains to do the most important thing in transportation, because after all, the power source used by trains was the most important coal for the Germans.

On the platform, there is a mountain of goods, which are clearly arranged according to the rigor inherent in the Germans. In the distance, on the tracks, a train emitting white smoke was slowly moving into the small station, and some of the German non-commissioned officers in charge of registration had already taken their positions.

"Train No. 68 has already started to enter the station! Train No. 68 has begun to enter the station! Please pay attention to the safety of the people on the platform. In the corner of the canopy on the platform, the sweet voice of the only female railroad soldier in the small station came from the huge loudspeaker, which provoked some German soldiers to whistle and loudly.

A general waiting on the platform, ready to take the train back to Poland, frowned and looked at his adjutant. With a hint of dissatisfaction, he complained: "These soldiers have been away from home for 1 year, they haven't spent Christmas with their loved ones, they haven't slept with their own women, they've been on the front line against a bunch of damned Soviets for a whole year. ”

He looked at the soldiers who were shouting and laughing wildly in the direction of the small radio station, sighed and said, "What they need most now is to go home and take a good bath, hang up their beards, and then enjoy a good dinner with their children in their arms." And not for the sake of the country to fight in such a place. ”

"In fact, they are indeed going home. The adjutant looked at the soldiers whose weapons had been confiscated, and replied disapprovingly: "After working here, they will take our train back to Germany for a month-long vacation, which is really enviable, isn't it?"

In order to solve the problem of war weariness among front-line soldiers, as well as to strengthen communication between the army and the people in the rear, so that everyone can feel the strength and richness of the motherland, the huge German Army is implementing a rotation system of front-line troops.

Units that had served on the front line for six months were ordered to return to Germany in order of merit and 15 days of personal leave and 15 days of rest for assembly and reorganization. The vacancies in the front-line troops will be filled by troops drawn from Army Group B and Army Group C. This is a long plan that must be adhered to for a long time, in order to allow the newly formed units of the German army to experience the baptism of real war, and also to allow more battle-hardened troops to rest and maintain better combat effectiveness.

Of course, although rest and vacation are tempting candy, before eating this candy, these troops have to go through the most test. This is a kind of use of human resources, which fully proves the paranoid calculation of the sophisticated German coordinators.

With the sound of metal grinding, train No. 68 finally stopped on the platform, the black locomotive was painted with a slightly old red paint underneath, and on both sides of the locomotive, the outside of the boiler was welded with brackets for hanging armor plates, on which hung a whole piece of heavy bulletproof armor steel plates.

The second is a car with a lump of coal, with which the train can run on the tracks, and behind it is a makeshift armored car with sandbags stacked on top of it with a striking MG42 machine gun. Several German SS soldiers leaned against sandbags with rifles, looking at the friendly soldiers on the platform somewhat lazily.

"Get the work done, get the supplies to the warehouse, and you'll be on the train back to Germany sooner!" an officer shouted to the large group of soldiers who had been waiting on the platform, and everyone was buzzing and enthusiastic.

After all, for every soldier who has been fighting on the front line for almost a year, the word "homecoming" has a great appeal. Everyone is excited about their upcoming holiday, which is the greatest compliment after a long period of slaughter.

"Whoa!" the SS soldiers, who had just jumped off the train, opened the sealed carriage and pulled the sliding door to the side, revealing the carriage full of munitions. It was a special arms train, and the carriage was full of neatly stacked wooden boxes, on which were marked with large black prints on the caliber and type of ammunition.

"No smoking! No smoking! Do you want to blow up here?" an officer reminded his men loudly, and many of them quickly grabbed the cigarette butts from the corners of their mouths, threw them at their feet, and stomped on them violently. They survived enemy fire and shuttled under a hail of bullets, but they didn't want to be blown up on the platform home. The ban on smoking has been issued several times, but it is still not as effective as seeing dangerous goods with your own eyes.

"Get started! Move these things to the waiting car over there, and when the car is full, pile them up in the designated warehouse! Be careful! Handle with care! You are all people who have dealt with these supplies, and you know how dangerous these things are!" said one officer, waving his hand, as he ordered his troops to get to work.

Everyone began to move, some standing on the platform, waiting for the soldiers in the carriage to hand them the ammunition, others standing farther away, one after the other passing such dangerous munitions. The platform, which was still noisy, is gradually becoming more orderly, and because of the large number of troops, things on the train are decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The conveyor belt was connected to the side of the road outside the station, where one after another large trucks with different license plates, some German military vehicles, some captured in the Soviet Union, and with signs used by the Soviet army on them.

What's even funnier is that there are even cars from the German civilian sector, with Frankfurt, Munich and Berlin license plates, which were requisitioned by the military to make up for the lack of mechanization at the front. Then there were the French cars with French license plates, the old cars of Belgium, the Netherlands and even Poland, and the machines that could be used to transport things anyway, and the Germans didn't seem to mind getting them to the front.

"The trucks of the Logistics Department of the 2nd Army of the Wehrmacht, our trucks are all military, durable and leathery, and there is no problem at all with overloading some. An officer of the logistics department of the 2nd Army, who came here from the front to replenish the stock, signaled that his truck could still be loaded with some more supplies, but the dispatch non-commissioned officer who registered for the inventory just refused, and he argued with reason, after all, these arms and other units were also waiting to be distributed.

"What about the rest of the space? You can't let my car only be half loaded with goods, right?" The officer spread his hands, with an expression that I won't go back if you don't give me supplies, and it can be seen that this officer is also an old fritter who is a scoundrel here, after all, the job of fighting for supplies is not much easier than fighting a war.

"The rest of the space should be filled with grain and oil! More food should be loaded, less oil should be loaded, and the oil in the strategic reserve is also limited. The dispatcher also had an expression of "I'm very embarrassed, don't give an inch", pointed to the warehouse on the other side and said: "Hurry up and move out of position, the people from the logistics department of the 13th SS Panzer Division of your Army Group A are still waiting!"

"Alas...... When you are fighting, you hate few soldiers, and when you receive supplies, you hate many people, which is really a headache. The officer sighed, and motioned to his men to move their cars and hurry to the next section of the warehouse to grab a good position, in short, the supplies on the front line are everything, and everything to go back is a sought-after cargo.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, another row of cars drove in, and the officer who jumped out of the car at the head was dressed in an SS uniform, and looked a little sloppy after not being washed in a few days. However, this officer is not sloppy, on the contrary, he is tall and has a bit of handsomeness.

The officer jumped out of the truck, ran to the dispatch sergeant, and immediately showed a flattering expression, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into the dispatch sergeant's hand, and put it on while stuffing it back: "We just fought a sniper operation, and the ammunition consumption is too great, and we urgently need to replenish it!"

"Two boxes?" The dispatching non-commissioned officer looked disdainful, tapped the pen twice on the notebook, and then turned around and said to a colleague passing by behind him: "Let the cigarette shop over there make a note of it, the 13th SS Panzer Division, after receiving 10 cigarettes, take him over to sign!"

After speaking, while motioning for the flattering SS officer to move away, he reminded loudly: "110 boxes of ammunition! Fill 10 more boxes, don't mess around! See clearly! Count the wrong person and fine 300 marks!"

He shouted as he skillfully threw the two packs of cigarettes in his hand to the statistician in charge of keeping an eye on each truck, and then waved the notebook in his hand to the SS officer who was going away: "Thank you, buddy! Next time there is something good, I will keep it for your 13th Division." ”

It was close to noon, there were not many trucks left in the small station, and the rest were people from the infantry logistics department, compared to the "own sons" of the armored troops and bulletmen, the transports of these troops were not so good-looking, some of the troops were horse-drawn carts, and some were simply donkey carts, mules, and even more shabby troops even had only trolleys.

The carrying capacity has also decreased a lot with the change of tools, the piles of materials in the small station are still piled up, and only a few are transported to the front line, and those muddy and potholed paths still make the Germans helpless.

After a bit of noise, another train slowly approached the platform.