Chapter 1916 Battlefield Banquet
Two things are put in front of us and can be confirmed.
One is to go back to Moscow to teach those British and Yankees, openly showing off in broad daylight.
The second is the next stage of expansion and construction of his own army. Malashenko knows that this will definitely involve some work for him, especially when the health of the political commissar is deteriorating, he will have to bear more burdens.
It is true that the army needs time to expand, rest, and install new weapons and equipment to form combat effectiveness. However, during this period, some important work and coordination matters must be completed by someone. Comrade political commissar cannot do it alone, especially when he returns home. During the time when I am not teaching and not on the front line.
"Well, it seems that we have to call Lavrinenko and Kulbalov for a meeting. Oh, and we also have to call Karamov. Logistics can't be done without him. It will be a lot of trouble."
After sending Vatutin away during the day, Malashenko set out on the journey again after finishing taking care of the prisoners at hand, packing them up and handing over the task of cleaning the battlefield to the friendly infantry divisions catching up from behind.
Begin to continue the violent assault from north to south, in order to join up with the friendly forces attacking southward from the north as soon as possible, cut off the Germans' northern protrusion cluster from the root, and complete the encirclement. You can also pack up your things as soon as possible and start the return journey. The sooner you start, the better The sooner I can come back and do what I have to do. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】
At night, Malashenko, who had personally led his team to continue the assault all day long, was finally able to take a break and eat something hot to cushion him. He had been hungry all day and had no time to eat, so he just ate in the tank. After eating two pieces of dry bread while drinking water, his stomach growled loudly, and by the way, he held the battle meeting that he personally chaired.
"Well, comrades, we are all on our own, so don't do those useless things. Let's eat. We've been hungry all day. Let's eat first. Let's have a meeting while eating. Don't be in a hurry."
A good post-war summary meeting was turned into a battlefield banquet by Comrade Lao Ma. Don't get me wrong, the word "hui" means a serious meeting, not the kind where everyone is holding up a glass of wine and laughing and bragging.
But the word "banquet" is indeed in place. The long combat conference table not only has a lunch box of staple food for each person, but is also filled with various cans, seized Kraut sausages, and even special food from the cooking team. A big plate of beef stew with all the ingredients.
Except for the lack of wine, basically everything that could be obtained was provided. This dazzling feast scene also made Comrade Political Commissar a little worried.
"Is it too much? Is it too much to fight during the day and have such a sumptuous meal on the battlefield in the evening? Or is it exclusive to the commanders and political staff at the regiment level or above? Wouldn't it be unpleasant to spread the word?"
"Huh? Too much?"
Comrade Ma, who had a piece of fat and thick beef in his mouth, glanced at the food on the table first when he heard this, then turned his head and glanced at the political commissar next to him who had not touched the tableware. He said these dismissive words. blurted out.
"Which Sokka dares to beep? If he has the ability to come to me in person, what's the point of talking behind my back?"
"After a long day of fighting, my chest is pressed to my back with hunger. At the end of the day, I rely on this meal to satisfy my hunger. What's the problem with eating a little better? Besides, these are our teacher's standard ingredients, no. I can’t decide whether to steal or not. The soldiers also eat potatoes and beef stew with bread at night. Who dares to say that the commanders and soldiers are special?”
"Besides, the soldiers can still return their bowls. They are not afraid of not having enough food but not being able to finish it. Now the cooking team has even cleaned and put away the big pots for making rice. For everyone who can sit here and eat, just one lunch box is not enough. You can only provide some supplementary food after eating, you can’t let the commanders and soldiers not have enough to eat and fight tomorrow’s battle, right?”
"Even if we go to Comrade Commander, I still dare to say this! The truth is on our side, who is afraid of whom?"
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Malashenko did not recite these words silently in his mind or complain secretly, but after being reminded in a low voice by the political commissar comrade, he shouted it out loudly in front of all the commanders, fighters and political workers above the regiment level in the entire combat meeting camp. of.
Not to mention that Comrade Political Commissar was quite speechless here, but the comrades below who were sitting around the conference table were all looking at each other with big eyes and small eyes. You looked at me and I looked at you. They had no idea what was going on right now. What should we do in this situation, and how can we break this rather strange silence.
In the end, it was Comrade Lavrinenko, the deputy division commander who was sitting on the other side of Malashenko, who was the first to break the deadlock and speak first. Lavrinenko, who is familiar with his good brother, is not surprised at all by Malashenko's cunning maneuver.
"Okay, okay, everyone, don't be stunned. Comrades, eat quickly and eat first. The food will be cold later but there will be no place to heat it. Didn't you hear what Comrade Teacher said? The cooking class doesn't even have a pot at the moment. Collect it, eat it quickly, and let’s talk while eating.”
Hululu——
Smack, smack, smack——
As soon as Lavrinenko's words fell to the ground, there was a slight silence for a few seconds, and the sound of comrades snoring and chewing immediately began. One by one, they were vying for the first place and were like evil wolves. They had no military appearance or any reserve that mid-level commanders and combatants should have.
This hand is holding a large piece of beef, and the other hand is holding a piece of bread. There is an open can in front of the lunch box. If both hands are not free, I just stuff my head into the full lunch box. Slurping potato and beef stew soup, sticking out your tongue and licking it. This food is really more like an animal than an animal. No one would believe it unless these two people were starving.
"Look, this is so good. How can we fight tomorrow if we don't have enough to eat? If you don't believe me, let's make a bet. I bet every one of the food on this table counts. After a while, there won't even be a scum left. It's better than being conquered by us. Every piece of German territory must be kept clean, and absolutely nothing will be wasted.”
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Malashenko's attitude of being enthusiastic even if he didn't say anything really made Comrade Political Commissar at a loss what to say for a moment. Looking at the scene in front of him of devouring food and making the sound of chewing, he could only hold it back. Such a sentence.
“You know that’s not what I meant;
Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was hesitant to speak in the middle of speaking, subconsciously looked at Malashenko, only to find that this heartless guy didn't take him seriously at all, and he didn't know when he joined in when he wasn't paying attention. In this "predatory feast", the ferocious eating posture was so bad that he picked up the lunch box and the plate and gnawed them together. What was even more outrageous was that even Lavrinenko on the side looked like this.
The appetite in the late stage of cancer is not very big. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who basically forces himself to eat every day to maintain the body's energy needs, can only sigh. There is really no need to say anything more about the scene in front of him. How about this.
"Hey, is it because my appetite is too low and I am becoming more and more alienated from my comrades?"
Comrade Political Commissar, who was puzzled, didn't know, but he didn't take it too seriously, so he picked up a spoon and joined the "battlefield banquet" with other comrades.
