More than fifty people were responsible for escorting the fish caught today. Everyone was excited. The fish frying operation had a good start and all the carriages returned with full loads.〔 ?( (
Although Yang Mingzhi cannot be a zoologist, he immediately understood that the fish population in the Dnieper River is very rich, and the fried fish are also all kinds of. Not to mention catfish, they are easy to identify. There are also bass with large dorsal fins.
The others look like delicious fish too.
Several professional fishermen with rich experience were chatting and laughing while they were inspecting the catch. "There are pike, yarrow, lapfish, catfish, plum bass, red cod..." Yang Mingzhi listened.
Several people introduced that they were speaking Russian words, many of which were incomprehensible. In short, there are many types of fish, and the most important thing is that they are all edible.
However, these fish catches are basically dead fish, and frying fish is very barbaric. Just like the formation of large-caliber artillery fire covering the attacking troops, in fact, no fragments are needed at all. The vibration in the area is enough to shatter the internal organs of the soldiers. Throwing explosives into the water
, the fish were basically killed.
Only some catfish are still alive and kicking. They are so tenacious that they can even breathe through their skin when exposed to the air for a while.
Yang Mingzhi gave these people a few final words. "Be careful when traveling at night. Even if the torches are lit, pay close attention to the path under your feet. Send the fish back safely and start making salted fish immediately. As for the catfish that is still alive, all
Throw it into a big pit and raise it first."
That night, on the west bank of the Dnieper River, mottled flames appeared in the wetland, and there were even strange flames in the river.
The soldiers lit bonfires, and each squad had one. The weather was already a bit cold in late October, so the soldiers wore cotton-padded jackets with built-in kapok wadding, which was not as pleasant as warming themselves over the fire. Beside the bonfires, there were often fish skewered on skewers.
Pieces, these are the meat of the three big fish.
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi was still thinking about the scene where the soldiers slaughtered the fish just now. The scene was a little bloody, and the air was filled with the smell of fish. It couldn't be said to be unpleasant, but it was a little uncomfortable.
Catfish have no scales, so Lao Maozi disdains the fish's internal organs and plans to throw them away.
Yang Mingzhi stopped them immediately. "These things can also be used as bait. We can organize some soldiers to fish at night. When the fish in the river smell the smell of food, they will be attracted when they see the strange light, and then they will catch them all."
"This is why there are still boats docked and lighting torches on the river.
As an officer, Yang Mingzhi's food is naturally more advanced. He is cooking a pot of noodles. Compared with other people eating bread, it is really a pleasure to eat the delicacies of his hometown.
The flames were beating, and the warmth of the campfire was refreshing. Being in a foreign land, in the middle of a war, it was really a peaceful enjoyment to be quiet like this and have a picnic with my family. Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but yawn. The meal was not yet cooked, so he simply
Lying down on the crushed reeds.
"What? Brother, are you tired?" Yang Tao couldn't help but ask.
Before Yang Mingzhi could say anything, Kavitsky rushed to speak: "He is very tired. The deputy division commander was carrying his wife all the way. Bessika, you are almost as heavy as a medium-caliber mortar. It shows that your
My husband is also born with supernatural powers. There are soldiers like this in the army who can carry dozens of kilograms of weapons by themselves and follow the army forward."
Kavitsky said this, and Yang Mingzhi was immediately happy. He compared his wife to a weapon. She is an eighty-pound girl. She is tired and tired, but she is very satisfied psychologically. With a soft voice and a soft body, she has the qualities of a girl.
It is fresh and begins to have a hint of the charm of a mature woman.
Yang Mingzhi squinted at his wife's little appearance and couldn't help but smile.
Starfruit stuck out her tongue at Kavitsky who was joking, and saw that the lunch box set up was already boiling and the noodles were ready to eat.
Because the husband was lying down and seemed to be asleep? Starfruit was holding the lunch box, and the fragrance echoed on the nose of the lying man. Although Yang Mingzhi was making a little joke with his wife, his stomach was growling unsatisfactorily.
This meal was filled with ingredients. Soldiers in rubber jackets used nets to catch a bunch of miscellaneous things. In the eyes of many soldiers, did the deputy division commander want to eat these unsightly little things like birds?
There are some river mussels, river shrimps, and crabs. Lao Maozi generally won't eat these. Maybe only the Chinese like to eat some tricky ones. Star fruit is responsible for sorting out some ingredients, opening the mussels to get their meat, the crabs to get the roe, and the river shrimps.
Wow, such a pot of rice is so delicious.
Yang Mingzhi slowly sat up and took the lunch box from his wife.
"It smells very good. It will be better to use chicken soup for the noodles in the future, and then serve it with fresh river fish, or even some beef."
Star Tao burst into laughter. "What a good idea you have. Sir, if you eat so carefully, everyone will get angry. There is also chicken soup for the sick, and delicious food will be given to the wounded first. We healthy people,
Just eat so-so."
She said it very seriously, and Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but joke. "Well, wounded soldiers are really blessed. You, a Chinese chef, are very good at cooking. How about I get sick in the future, like a cold?"
"Don't talk nonsense! Don't make trouble for me!" Yang Tao leaned closer to her husband, those eyes could speak.
The two simply stared at each other, and Yang Mingzhi understood a lot. This was family affection, care, and dependence on each other. She was so cute when she was determined, and Yang Mingzhi stretched out his arm to touch her little head, and then tugged at her pigtails.
."Idiot, I was joking. How could I do this to myself?"
"Shanpao! You know clearly that I care about you the most, but you still scare me with such nonsense."
It is the instinct of every girl to act coquettishly. Starfruit is nestled in her husband's arms. This grown man is her only reliance now. She doesn't care about any gossip after getting tired of him.
The meal was finished quickly and the tents had been set up. Most of the soldiers participating in the operation needed to recharge their batteries. Many people got into the tents early to rest, while a few people were still chatting outdoors, meditating or watching the night scenes on the river.
captured people.
Yang Mingzhi was wrapped in a large cotton-padded jacket, which was actually a military uniform. There was a girl in the cotton-padded jacket holding her little head, and the couple sat cross-legged and intimate. The two people on the side, Balzen was still picking his teeth, and Kawei
When Tsky became addicted to cigarettes, he took a rolled-up cigarette made of "Pravda" and smoked it happily.
This local cigarette cannot be compared with German products. Yang Mingzhi claims to be not a smoker, but he is also addicted to cigarettes due to the pressure of life. It is said that alcohol and cigarettes can soothe the emotions of soldiers in cruel battlefields, and this is actually true. Yang Mingzhi dare not compliment Kawei
Tsky, "Roll cigarettes with newspapers. You will definitely feel comfortable in your lungs. You can enjoy it by yourself. I won't smoke anything today."
Kavitsky smiled, blew out the smoke ring again in the moonlight, and talked about his cigarette experience: "The cigarettes taste best with Pravda. Other newspapers are uncomfortable to use, but the most uncomfortable is to use Pravda."
Kraft paper…”
Here, as the deputy division commander, Yang Mingzhi has the highest rank. Because he has no bureaucratic style, he fights wisely and fiercely, and is very popular among soldiers.
Taking this opportunity, Kavitsky and Yang Mingzhi chatted a little more. Besides, the star fruit was here, and Kavitsky had a very nice expression about growing mushrooms in the culvert.
"The culture medium made by Besica has begun to grow mushrooms, although they are still very small."
"That's right!" Star Tao interjected proudly: "After all, I have done it. If you keep the temperature and humidity good, there will be more and more mushrooms."
"That's right, so we will keep up our efforts. But I'm worried because winter is coming. In order to maintain the temperature, I'm afraid I have to order them to light a bonfire in the cave."
Star Tao nodded, "Whatever you do is fine, just don't burn all the mushrooms with a fire."
Since it was winter, Yang Mingzhi thought a lot. He saw that his wife was still chatting with Kavitsky about the mushroom issue. It was time for them to quiet down. So his restless hands followed the gaps in his wife's clothes.
Going deep, and finally covering those two graceful bulges, Carambola was shocked, and his forehead wrinkled because of excitement.
"Okay, now it's my turn to talk about winter. Kavitsky, I'm afraid this winter will be very cold."
Yang Mingzhi's words seemed to be a prophecy. Balzen and Kavitsky could immediately see the intimate behavior between the deputy division commander and Besica just now. Since they were husband and wife, it didn't matter if they were intimate, but it was what the deputy division commander said.
, too serious.
"It's not cold in winter, so why is it so cold this winter?" Balzen asked.
"It's nothing, it's just very cold. I'm afraid there will be some changes in the war."
Kavitsky nodded: "I know a lot about the history of Tsarist Russia. Napoleon's hundreds of thousands of troops could no longer fight in the heavy snow due to lack of supplies. Cold became Russia's weapon. In the end, the cold current was more fierce than the Tsar's iron hooves."
"Yes, this is a variable. I'm afraid history will repeat itself in this war."
It was a very optimistic statement. Kavitsky didn't want Fengxue to be on the side of the Soviet Union, so that the German army would be overwhelming, and in the end it would self-destruct in the vast territory of the Soviet Union and the severe cold.
He looked at Yang Mingzhi himself, and his confident smile didn't look like nonsense at all. "Could history really repeat itself?"
"No, I didn't say that." Yang Mingzhi said.
"So, is the weather going to be on our side?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Yang Mingzhi scratched his head and became more casual. "It seems that what I said is nonsense and an expectation. I don't know about the weather, but one thing I can be sure of is justice.
You will not be defeated by evil, and the devil will not rule the world. Napoleon burned Moscow, but your ancestors still won the final victory. We are destined to win this time, but the price paid for victory is even greater. If Russia's severe cold can freeze to death
These invaders are better."
After hearing this, everyone smiled happily.
Balzen said: "The war will eventually be won, and then the deputy division commander will return to your country and lead your people to victory. Right?"
"Of course, after the war is won, I will take you soldiers all the way to the Far East. You must help me liberate my people! Just like me now, as an excellent commander, I will lead you to win every battle.
"
"Okay! Let's pray that there will be a few cold snaps and all those Germans from the south will freeze to death!" Balzen sighed.
"I'm afraid this may come true." Yang Mingzhi pointed to his clothes. "Comrades, the Germans are too crazy this time. They are attacking Moscow, but the soldiers are still wearing summer uniforms. So I don't need to say more, you can understand me.
the meaning of."
Suddenly, these two people suddenly understood. They had to re-examine what Yang Mingzhi said before. It seems that this winter, there is some kind of grace from the gods? (To be continued.) 8