Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was October 5, 1942, the fifth night of the new regiment's stand at the Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory.
In the past few days, no one can remember clearly how many battles they have experienced.
Maybe 13 times, or 15 times, or 16 times.
But forget it, as long as they are not dead or left in these fierce battles; for the survivors of the new regiment, they have the opportunity to think about these meaningless things.
On the contrary, if I have such a free time, it is better to sit in front of the fire and take a good nap.
You must know that since it snowed in Volgograd, the cold air from the Arctic Ocean has caused the city's temperature to drop.
When it first snowed, the temperature was around zero during the day, and the coldest at night was around minus five or six degrees.
But tonight, just after nightfall, the temperature reached at least five or six degrees below zero. It must have reached minus ten degrees during the coldest period in the middle of the night.
It can be said that it is getting colder day by day. Although it is not freezing to death, it is really uncomfortable.
There is simply nothing more comfortable than being able to sit for a while next to a raised fire surrounded by rotten wood among various ruins.
If anything, it would be to fill your stomach first and then squint happily for a while...
"What the heck! Even if we feed these hard and broken things to pigs in our hometown in Northeast China, the pigs will not be willing to eat them."
As he spoke, he stuffed his own portion of dinner into his mouth little by little.
The warehouse manager had a look of disgust on his face and kept cursing in his mouth.
Then without warning, he suddenly grabbed his throat with his left hand and beat his chest hard with his other right hand.
There was a muffled sound like a big drum for a while, which made people worry that he might have broken his ribs and bones by force.
With a heavy gasp of "Uh~", the poor warehouse manager spit out a bunch of dark, hard stuff from his throat.
At this time, this unlucky guy, whose whole face was red from suppressing the pain, finally regained his composure.
It turned out that his throat was stuck by this black ball of food just now.
Suddenly, the expression on the warehouse manager's face turned to a level of disgust for the food in his hand that he originally disliked.
Seeing this, Xu Feng rolled his eyes at him as only the warehouse manager was there because of the food ration tonight.
He said angrily: "Whether you want to eat it or not, give it to me. I don't mind if this thing tastes bad."
"What a beautiful idea!" After the warehouse manager cursed, he gnawed the food in his hand that made his cheeks hurt and made his throat ache, and kept stuffing it into his mouth.
The food that made the warehouse manager hate the pain so much, but was reluctant to throw it away, was naturally the kind of black bread that Maozi's family made during World War II, which was said to be a lot of sawdust.
In fact, this thing is to increase the feeling of satiety as much as possible with a limited amount of food.
In addition to adding sawdust inside, the bran such as the cortex, aleurone, and billet that were crushed down during the grinding process of wheat is also added.
Then, it has to go through a long roasting period of three days and three nights before it is finally successfully baked.
So when you eat this stuff, it's so hard that it makes your throat irritate, and it's also a bit tough on your teeth.
Even in the legend, there is a Maozi officer who faced the attack of German sticks because he was in a hurry and could not dig trenches.
A temporary fortification was built directly using one ton of this black bread.
The result? Those stupid defenders really relied on these stone-hard bread fortifications to block a German attack.
From this it can be seen that there is no doubt about the hardness of this thing.
But what makes people speechless is that in the eyes of the warehouse manager, these things that even pigs don't eat are actually limited in supply.
In today's dinner, everyone else's ration was 200 grams.
The two people, Cangguan Le and Fei Falcon, had 300 grams of black bread, which was 50% more.
That's right! In order not to choke to death on this thing, and to provide some nutritional supplements for his subordinates, Hu Biao, the commander of the team, used some of the increasingly shabby food reserves.
I used 30 500g cans, a few with watches and gold rings, cabbage exchanged on the black market for about six months, and cooked several pots of vegetable broth.
It's just that now, with the new regiment including the wounded, medical staff, etc., there are still 460 people.
On average, the above pots of broth can only serve one cup of broth in a large iron cup for all the members of the entire new regiment.
What! The reason why the warehouse manager and Fei Falcon were able to get 100 grams more brown bread was not because Hu Biao was giving preferential treatment to these two veterans who had participated in the first mission.
You know, in order to maintain the unity of the entire new corps and guard this tractor factory together.
What's more important is that everyone's eyes are constantly staring at the distribution of food for three meals a day.
So under normal circumstances, regarding the daily food distribution, Qingtian, Husky, and Python are the three people who carry Bobosha submachine guns and distribute the food every time.
Under Hu Biao's request, everyone was treated equally as much as possible. Even Hu Biao himself and a group of strong men were not special.
Therefore, the reason why Feifan and Warehouse Manager can eat more bread is simply because they have to perform tasks later.
Among them, the warehouse manager needs to lead a sniper unit to attack at night, with the target being the temporary camp of the German army more than one kilometer away.
Because based on the specific information provided by some prisoners captured during the day.
The German gunmen who attacked them three times during the day came from there. The specific number is that the German gunmen newly joined the 104th Regiment of the 14th Armored Division on the battlefield.
Because this force can be considered a fresh force, today's attack was very easy for Hu Biao and others to resist.
At the most critical moment of the fight, even Hu Biao himself showed his bone blade and killed him. Only then did he control the number of casualties today to less than 50 people.
But as soon as Hu Biao counted the casualties before dinner, he started to tremble with distress on the spot.
Therefore, the warehouse manager needs to continue to take the initiative on a night like today to kill the sentries, officers and other targets of the 104th Regiment.
In short, they use harassment tactics to prevent them from having a good rest tonight, gradually wearing them down and wearing them down.
As for Fei Falcon, he needs to bring five rookies to take over.
Hu Biao and the others have never forgotten the task of the second phase of the system, but they must ensure that such an important place as Mamayev Ridge is not lost for 4 hours.
In order to detect the crisis there in time, let the Zhongzhou team respond immediately.
Therefore, from the first night after arriving at the tractor factory, Hu Biao sent a small team to lurk in a position where Mamayev Hill could be seen.
These teams are divided into two batches a day, and each team is on duty for 12 hours, which is considered 24 hours a day.
It was just to use the walkie-talkie to report back the situation at Mamayev Heights at the critical moment.
In this way, for those who need to be active outside on such a cold night, they can eat 100 grams more bread.
No one can say "unfair" to this point.
The above situation is almost a common situation for millions of people on both sides of the city, and everyone is hungry.
On Maozi's side, it is difficult to transport food in due to the blockade imposed by the German army.
On the German side, the current bad weather has forced them to squeeze out more transportation of fuel, clothing and other cold-proof supplies.
At the same time, during this period, Maozi's guerrillas also became more active, causing a considerable part of them to be burned and destroyed along the way.
Therefore, under such circumstances, the food that the German army can send to the front line is becoming increasingly scarce.
In comparison, in fact, in terms of daily food, calories, and nutrition, the new regiment can be considered to be at a relatively good level on the entire battlefield.
But even so, they still feel very hungry, very hungry...