Chapter 787 German-Soviet War (89)

Moscow.

"Comrade Stalin, the body of Comrade Shaposhnikov has arrived." In the underground office, the secretary reported the news to Stalin with some trepidation. A few days ago, when he received the news of Smolensk's surrender, Stalin was furious. He smashed everything in the office and yelled and cursed for a long time.

And now he dared not imagine what Comrade Stalin would do in the next second? Would he directly order the body of Comrade Shaposhnikov to be crushed to ashes?

"..." Stalin's face was a little gloomy, but he did not explode as the secretary imagined. He just ordered in an extremely hoarse voice. "Bury the body of Comrade Shaposhnikov properly." After giving this order, he got up and went to the meeting room.

In fact, Stalin hated Shaposhnikov's unauthorized surrender in his heart. After all, there were at least hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Smolensk who could fight; Shaposhnikov should have led these soldiers to fight to the last moment! But he actually ordered a surrender! ! Coward! !

Although I wanted to skin him alive, at least Marshal Shaposhnikov did not surrender to the Germans like Timoshenko and Budyonny, so he couldn't be too ruthless.

When we arrived at the meeting room, the atmosphere in the room was very solemn, even solemn enough to make people feel depressed. "Smolensk has fallen. What do you think about the defense of Leningrad and Stalingrad?"

Everyone's head was about to shrink to his chest. Zhukov hesitated and spoke carefully. "Comrade Stalin, I heard that there were many soldiers from our army in the army attacking Stalingrad. They..."

When Stalin mentioned this, he was furious. "Traitors! These damned traitors! Hang all their families and relatives! No one will be spared!"

"..." Zhukov was speechless. It was because the relatives of these soldiers were executed as traitors that those soldiers wanted revenge and willingly worked for the German army. He originally wanted to remind Stalin whether he should cancel "Order No. 270", but seeing Stalin's furious reaction, he didn't say anything after all.

Just as Stalin was madly cursing those traitors who betrayed the motherland, Stalingrad was still under fire.

The dense rockets of the German army fell like raindrops. After the continuous explosions ended, the dusty soldiers of the Restoration Army continued to move forward with their weapons. After experiencing too many life-and-death moments, they have completely mastered the skills to save their lives. Leaning against the walls of the buildings on both sides of the street, bending the upper body, and moving forward with small steps, the machine gun team supporting the attack has climbed to the top of the nearby ruins, skillfully propped up the bipod of the machine gun, and pressed the ammunition belt into the gun body of the machine gun.

There was a movement in the ruins of a collapsed building in front, and several guns were pointed there in an instant. It was a Soviet soldier who struggled to stand up from the ruins. It seemed that he was stunned by the explosion, coughing and patting the dust on his body. It was not until a long time that he realized that the enemy, or his former compatriots and comrades, were already close at hand.

The corners of the soldier's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out a smile. However, the soldiers of the Restoration Army were not in the mood to see his smile. Several people pulled the trigger at the same time, and several blood mists instantly burst out of the Soviet soldier's body, and the whole person fell limply on the rugged rubble ruins.

The soldiers of the Restoration Army did not even look at him again. They took out a grenade and threw it into the gap next to the corpse, and then continued to move forward.

Boom! With a loud bang, the power of the explosion lifted up the corpse and fell heavily again.

Tick-tock, before they had taken a few steps, everyone heard a drop of rain on their helmets. Looking up, more raindrops fell from the cloudy sky. It was still a clear and cloudless day just now, but it started to rain in a blink of an eye, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, a bit like continuous.

"Damn it!" The German officer leading the team looked at the pitch-black sky, couldn't help cursing, and pointed to the relatively intact building not far behind him. "Retreat there to avoid the rain." Everyone entered the building, and the German officer gave an order. "The first squad went to the top floor to guard, the machine gun position found a good shooting position, and the others rested." Then he asked the communicator to report the situation to the command center in the rear, and soon the command center sent an order for them to stay on the spot. A rain made the entire battlefield quiet. Except for the sound of rain, there was no more roar of cannons or scream of machine guns. Stalingrad was no longer noisy, only a somewhat frightening silence.

"Thank God, at least there is no leaking here." Several people lit their marching stoves and prepared to enjoy their lunch.

Compared with the dazzling array of rations of the German army, the rations of these soldiers of the Liberation Army were much simpler.

Black bread + canned meat + a bag of concentrated soup, that's all, but it was much better than when they were in the Soviet army.

Black bread was first eaten by the Germans, and then spread to Eastern Europe and Russia. Black bread is made by mixing the cortex, germ, endosperm and bran of wheat that are ground down during the milling process, and fermented through sour dough, so it will be a little sour and a little salty~~ It is said to have more nutritional value than other breads.

After being introduced to Russia, black bread became a cultural symbol of this typical fighting nation. In 1812, Napoleon, the emperor of the First French Empire, led an army of 10,000 to invade Russia. The French and Russian armies fought fiercely for a day in Borodino, a village west of Moscow. About 200,000 soldiers participated in the battle that day, causing at least 70,000 casualties.

As for what is the connection between this incident and black bread? There are two theories. According to one theory, the nuns in the local monastery in Borodino saw that the wounded Russian soldiers had no appetite for food, so they added some appetizing grass seeds when baking black bread. The black bread baked in this way was full of fragrance, which made the soldiers' appetites open. There is another theory that on the eve of the war, the nuns in the local monastery in Borodino added coriander seeds to the flour to boost morale. The baked black bread tasted sweet and delicious, and the soldiers' spirits were lifted. So far, Borodino black bread "became famous in one battle" and became the top black bread in the eyes of the Russians. It was that period of history and that war that made the legend of Russian black bread.

Moreover, compared to the luncheon meat from the United States, which "felt like flour with wood chips added", the canned food distributed by the German army contained all kinds of strange meats, such as carp meat, lemming meat, rabbit meat, pigeon meat, bamboo rat meat, etc., but it was also real meat.

The group wolfed down their rations and burped comfortably.