Chapter 303 The so-called sharing

Indeed, the facts were just as Iushkin said.

In 1941, the German army was in a state of overall strategic superiority. Not only did it have a complete system and high morale, but it also had an almost inexhaustible wealth of all kinds of arms and materials produced in Germany and its slave countries.

Soldiers and officers of the front-line troops who are fighting at the front can not only enjoy a rotating leave system ranging from one week to half a month or even a month, but can also take special flights arranged by the front-line troops to return to their hometowns in the rear to visit their relatives and have family leave. , On weekdays, there are so many supplies of various materials distributed on the front lines that they can't be used all or even be thrown away.

Real meaty baked sausages, fine beer produced in Munich wine cellars in Germany, high-quality bread baked by specially hired senior pastry chefs, and even Italy and Finland, which followed the boss Germany to conquer the world. The slave countries will also have to bear a certain amount of supplies for the German army.

You can choose from a variety of high-quality foods at will. You can just ignore the things you don't like, and you can even throw away the things you can't finish. This is just a daily thing without any punishment. In contrast, It seemed that the Soviet Red Army, which was almost starving to death because it was besieged in Leningrad, was simply worse than the beggars on the street.

Iushkin, who knew nothing about the enemy's extravagant and wasteful behavior, was like a hard-working farmer working in the fields, stuffing everything that could be used as food in his sight into the linen in his hands. In the bag, even the bread remnants that were casually discarded by the German vehicle crew in the ammunition box used as a trash can were not spared.

"This is simply a huge treasure trove! Comrade Deputy Battalion Commander! We have everything from cigarettes, wine, and food! These damn Germans are dozens of times richer than the evil White Tsar!"

Lavrinenko, who was busy removing the last watch from the corpse of the German crew, was obviously much calmer than Iushkin. His watch, which had been damaged by the shock wave during the battle, had stopped. It took nearly half a month to go.

Lavrinenko, who has been acting as the battalion commander since Malashenko left, has been relying on asking others to get the accurate time these days. Such an embarrassing situation is obviously for a front-line commander. It was very inappropriate. Lavrinenko, who was eager to change this situation, had already considered the high-quality mechanical watches on the wrists of the German army.

"Huh, it's running normally. The mechanical watches of these German guys are really not that good."

With the faint light of the hand lamp in his hand, he could see the German-made mechanical watch in front of him at a glance. Lavrinenko, who could not understand the German trademark embossed annotation, directly put the watch to his ear and listened. , the precise sound of the ticking hands clearly indicates that this blood-stained watch is still in normal operation.

"Have you finished over there? It's time to get to the next car, Iushkin!"

He threw the linen bag containing a Ruger pistol, several packs of cigarettes and lighters behind his back. Lavrinenko, who had just stuffed a few pieces of German bread and half a sausage into his mouth, was basically not very good at all. Hungry, after recovering some physical strength, the next target was the remaining German tanks around him that were destroyed but did not explode.

"No problem, the sausages from these German guys really work. I feel just like when I first came to Leningrad. Now I am full of strength."

After hearing this, Lavrinenko did not reply, but quietly stuck his head out of the car under the cover of night. On the German offensive starting position more than a kilometer away from his own position, except for a few unusually weak And the sentry lights that appeared and disappeared were nowhere to be seen.

The German army, which had been overshadowed by the Soviet field artillery group, even if they fought the battle to the point where they now have a huge advantage, they did not dare to pretentiously light up large searchlights to guard their positions at night. They always suspected that their opponent, the Soviet army, was The Germans, who still had an artillery division hidden, would rather lose most of their field of vision than be bombed in their sleep.

"These Fascists are cowards, but that's just right."

After glancing around to confirm that everything was correct, Lavrinenko immediately put his hands down and was the first to climb out of the turret, followed closely by Iushkin, who was second in line and stuffed his own a lot first. The heavy sack of food and drink was lifted up and handed to Lavrinenko, who was waiting outside the turret. He then used both hands to jump out of the turret for the second time.

"Left, three o'clock direction, one hundred and twenty meters away. Move slowly and don't make any noise. Follow me!"

Each carrying a linen bag, like caterpillars with their bodies close to the ground, slowly crawled forward and turned to the next target. Lavrinenko and Iwu worked almost all night and looted all the wreckage of German tanks around them. The two Shijin men did not quietly return to their position with the help of the sentry until it was dark early the next morning.

Lavrinenko, who originally only planned to share these good things with his comrades in the camp, had just jumped into the trench and before he could take a breath, the young sentry next to him who had joined him and Iushkin felt tight in his stomach. Then there was a loud grunting sound.

Turning back to look at the longing and envious look of the young sentinel staring at the heavy linen bag behind his back, Lavrinenko secretly sighed and took out something from his overstuffed pocket. He bought two boxes of canned beef with Italian product codes, and without thinking, he immediately stuffed them into the arms of the sentry beside him.

"Take it, fill your stomach, don't tell anyone else, just pretend that we didn't go out at all last night."

After finishing all this, Lavrinenko did not wait for the somewhat dazed young sentry next to him to reply. Knowing that his crew was already so hungry that he was about to chew the ground, Lavrinenko had no intention of staying any longer and immediately made a single move. After climbing out of the trench on his hands, he and Iushkin beside him trotted towards the tank parking area behind the position.

"It's unbelievable, Comrade Commander! How did you get these things! Damn it, could I be dreaming while I was awake?"

Just as Lavrinenko expected.

When the comrades who had just woken up from their sleep saw the food they had brought back, their eyes glowed green as if they were possessed. A group of tank soldiers who were so hungry that they were almost hallucinating immediately gathered around them at lightning speed. He began crazily stuffing food into his mouth. The scene of devouring food seemed to Lavrinenko, who had already filled his stomach, to be even more excited than the bloodthirsty wolves in Siberia.