Chapter 768 German-Soviet War (82)

After occupying this six-story building, the superiors asked them to stay where they were, which was equivalent to resting where they were.

Everyone took out their rations. "Tutu! Tutu!" The roar of the MG-3 machine gun came faintly from a distance, but it was so far away that they didn't have to worry about it. They just wanted to enjoy this lunch now.

During World War II, the battlefield was filled with smoke, and the soldiers were in danger all day long. The only comfort for them every day might be the rations.

Among the many participating countries, the US military's food was praised as the highest standard in the world.

How good was it? There was even a joke on the Internet in later generations to describe the food of the US military in World War II. In the late World War II, in order to severely damage the Allied forces in the Ardennes counterattack, Germany sent a commando disguised as the US military to infiltrate the enemy's rear to cause sabotage. A German spy who infiltrated the US military praised the food after eating lunch, but was caught by the US military next to him because today's lunch was the worst in recent days.

As early as 1936, the relevant departments of the US military studied and classified the food of soldiers into four categories of rations: ABCD. The first category is fresh food, the second category is semi-processed canned food, the third category is general canned food, and the fourth category is chocolate. You should know that many countries at that time could not even solve the most basic food and clothing problems, and the United States even divided the rations of individual soldiers into four categories, which can be said to be extremely arrogant.

In 1937, the American Hormel Food Company produced the famous "canned luncheon meat". During World War II, this innovation played a mainstay role, used to supplement the protein needed for survival for the US military, greatly improving the combat effectiveness of the army. Both the allies and enemies of the United States "drooled" over this canned food.

But American soldiers hated these canned foods. Because throughout World War II, Hormel delivered 15 million cans of luncheon meat to the military every week. The American soldiers complained: "The chefs will fry luncheon meat for breakfast, grill it for dinner, put it in corn cakes for dinner, and luncheon meat pies the next morning. God knows where they get so much luncheon meat! They must have ordered it in barrels! Stuffed luncheon meat, luncheon meat sticks, and boiled luncheon meat with luncheon meat grease!" They even gave all kinds of sensational nicknames to this unfortunate canned food that seemed to never be eaten up. Such as "a certain type of suspected meat", "offal meat", and more often "spiritual meat". In their view, these damn luncheon meats are like enemy bullets and gonorrhea, and are the common enemy of millions of American soldiers around the world.

I don't know if this can be regarded as "not knowing how to be blessed".

In the early days of the war, the German army's rations were also quite good, and all aspects of nutrition were quite complete, but in the later stages, they gradually shrank in various ways.

And now the rations of the German front-line troops are rich enough to envy others.

Bauman took out a bag of individual rations from his backpack, tore it open, and poured out the food inside.

200 grams of pork ham, sandwiches, 50 grams of dehydrated vegetables and soup, biscuits, salt, sugar, sandwiches, instant coffee, oatmeal, chocolate, a small bottle of red wine, hard candy, and an orange.

There is also a portable heating stove, which is not much bigger than a cigarette box and can heat a pot of soup in a few minutes. The stove fuel is mainly composed of methenamine. This solid fuel has the characteristics of not producing smoke when burning, having high energy density, not dissolving when burning, and no residue after burning. It will not expose the position of soldiers on the battlefield, so it is particularly suitable for battlefield environments.

Bauman lit the heating stove, poured dehydrated vegetables and soup into the lunch box, added some water and put it on the heating stove.

He saw the soldier next to him tear open a bag of pasta and pour it into the lunch box, and asked curiously.

"What is that?"

"Macaroni, just arrived two days ago."

"Oh, then I have to change the taste next time." There are several kinds of staple foods in the German army's rations, such as macaroni, sandwiches, baguettes, etc.

After the soup boiled, Bauman began to eat voraciously. In less than five minutes, everything in front of him was eaten up.

On the one hand, he was indeed hungry, and on the other hand, he had developed a habit long ago.

Even if he was given delicacies from the mountains and the sea, no one would spend more time on the battlefield to taste them slowly. The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. No one knows when the enemy's counterattack will begin, and no one knows when the shells will fall; when the meal is halfway through, the rest of the food cannot be eaten in the stomach, which can only be a waste of food. Therefore, soldiers on the battlefield will develop the habit of eating at the fastest speed.

After sending all the staple food into the stomach in one breath and drinking a sip of coffee, Bauman burped very comfortably. "Comfortable."

After eating and drinking, it is inevitable to feel sleepy. After a long yawn, Bauman leaned on the cabinet behind him and prepared to take a nap.

Just after closing his eyes, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the cabinet behind him.

"!!" Bowman's hair stood up instantly, and he rolled to the side, picked up his gun and pointed it at the cabinet.

His comrades around him were startled by his sudden action, and subconsciously pointed their guns at the cabinet. "What's wrong, Bowman?!"

Bowman whispered. "There's a sound in the cabinet."

The soldier next to him immediately retorted. "Impossible, I've checked it just now."

"..." Bowman walked forward carefully and opened the cabinet door. There was really nothing else inside except some messy garbage.

"Is there a mouse under the cabinet?" At this time, the rustling sound had turned into a low humming sound. Bauman frowned slightly and lay down to explore the bottom of the cabinet. The bottom of the cabinet was only a dozen centimeters away from the ground, and there was no place to hide people.

He saw a gray and white puppy lying under the cabinet, or stuck there and unable to move, making a humming sound. "Hey, it's a puppy." Bauman stretched out his hand and pulled the puppy out.

"This is a Russian shepherd dog." The soldier on the side introduced it. Because the Russian shepherd dog is beautiful and elegant, this kind of dog is only raised by nobles in Russia, and nobles give each other as gifts. Being able to hunt with a Russian shepherd dog has become the most representative aristocratic sport in Russia. Even the literary giant Lev Tolstoy was once a fan of this dog. Because the royal family and the people love this elegant hunting dog, the Russian shepherd dog was designated as the national dog of Russia.

"It's still a noble dog." Bowman handed the canned food with a little soup left to the Russian shepherd dog. Maybe it was too hungry, the puppy slurped it up without hesitation.

"Hey, this little thing is quite cute." Seeing this, everyone handed the leftovers to the puppy, and the puppy accepted them all, eating this and that, and eating happily.