Yang Mingzhi had already finished his dinner. A few pieces of bread and a bowl of buckwheat soup made his stomach full. 23US.
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There were two girls at home and they needed to get more bread. However, an aunt who was in charge of the meal learned of the officer's intention. She picked up a handful of bread slices with a smile, put them in the basket, and handed them over directly.
She asked even more eagerly: "Sir, this time our Natasha is back, has she killed many enemies again?"
How should I answer this question? Because it was not dinner time, that is, I was a senior officer and could come over first. All the busy chefs came over. Now this woman's problem is everyone's problem.
Yang Mingzhi scratched his head and said: "She has killed 7 of them! She even killed some puppet soldiers. In short, this kid's big gold star can't escape."
"Haha! She killed half the camp by herself! I can't imagine now that she is still a child!" The head chef in a white apron came over and waved the kitchen knife in his hand involuntarily: "It's good to be young.
If I were as young as her, I would have gone to the front line to fight."
"But you are old! Uncle Andre!" another woman wearing a headscarf reminded.
"Yes! I am old, so I can only work as a chef here. At least I can feed the young children so that I can kill more enemies on the battlefield!" Here, the white-haired Andrei
He continued to ask: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, does the pot of noodles I made according to Besica's recipe at noon suit your taste?"
It turned out that this person made the lunch himself, and Yang Mingzhi praised it decisively. When he learned that even the commissioner was full of praise, the whole kitchen was very happy.
According to the principle, Yang Mingzhi didn't have to take more bread, but these chefs and helpers were too enthusiastic. Natasha really killed 7 enemies? At least Salinchkin had asked for re-verification so that it could be reported and possibly recorded.
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In the collective farm, everyone was looking forward to the victory of the troops. These cooks did not ask about the casualties of the troops. In fact, they could know a little about this battle just from the number of people eating. Many people left and never returned.
Discussing the issue of casualties is undoubtedly exposing scars. The original villagers of Blacksmith Village were only a few hundred, but now there are more than 10,000 people living in this area. Most of them fled, and most of their family members were killed or injured in the war.
Belarusians are obviously more optimistic than other ethnic groups in the Soviet Union. There is no immortality in war. As long as the troops destroy more enemies, their sacrifices will be meaningful.
Yang Mingzhi was carrying a basket of bread slices. The two girls had to finish eating them. Their stomachs would definitely last for two days. Anyway, he and his wife didn't have to go to the cafeteria before finishing the food. There was no need to make any mistakes.
Soldiers grab food.
Facing the setting sun, I walked on my way home. It’s April, and the warm and humid air from the south will definitely move north, and it may rain in a few days. Looking at the setting sun, there are not many clouds in the west, only
The weather will be nice tomorrow once we see the sunset, but now it's really worrying.
"Oh God, God, you'd better not cause any trouble for me now. We haven't collected all the supplies yet, and it will be terrible if it rains!" There is no weather forecast now. Think about it, the entire three days
There is less precipitation in the month. Could it be that we are saving up for rain in April and May? Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but worry.
Suddenly, a noisy truck horn brought the worried Yang Mingzhi back from his thoughts.
That was the truck heading to the ruined communications station at Homnich. They had already brought back all the paratroopers who had stayed there temporarily!
The plain in the forest has become increasingly muddy. If it rains and the situation is worse, the truck will definitely not be able to move. Yang Mingzhi stopped and watched the trucks with their headlights slowly driving past him. These paratroopers
The expressions of the soldiers were probably a little depressed. Looking at the areas where these trucks were located, they were somewhat stained with mud.
"Really, if it really rains, can our trucks still drive?" Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. These trucks are originally German goods, and now there are still quite a few German convoys from Moji.
The Rigomel Highway passes through it. As long as the highway is not destroyed, the transportation line will be difficult to interrupt. This is not like a railway, where blowing up a section of track can disrupt the road for a period of time.
In the past few months, what I have been fighting for is to paralyze that road. In the end, the German army increased its troops, but the road remained the same. Maybe only a heavy rain turns the road into a quagmire, and this traffic line can be abolished. That's it.
As a result, the German army's logistics transportation must completely rely on railways! So where is the railway from Mozyr to Bryansk?
Just a dozen kilometers north of the Mozyr-Gomel highway!
"It seems that the strategic center of the future must be changed. After all, I am still engaged in guerrilla warfare. Wouldn't it be better to focus our attacks on destroying transportation lines, derailing all trains, and bombing railways frequently?!" Yang Mingzhi said slightly
Come to think of it, isn't this what the entire Belarusian guerrilla group is most dedicated to doing?
It's just that the 84th Division is too big. It would be too unreasonable to engage in this kind of sneaking! It's better to fight and give the Germans a large-scale "railway demolition"!
Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but feel happy. This matter still needs to be discussed in the long run, so Yang Mingzhi hurried home against the sunset.
He walked along the forest road and soon emerged from the woods. The light was dim and he could see clearly that the two girls had woken up and were outside.
Abram has indeed fulfilled their duties very well and is still standing guard seriously at this moment.
Yang Mingzhi carried a basket of food and continued walking. The two girls simply tied up their hair, put on dresses worn by young girls, and were playing with a child.
"Hey! Kostya! Did you wake up your two sisters?" Yang Mingzhi said loudly.
The Slavs grew up relatively early, probably because their daily diet was not good. Although Kostya was ** years old, his height and shape were not satisfactory. Hearing a very familiar call, the child rushed towards him,
He was still shouting "Uncle Peter".
Just like holding a son, the tall Yang Mingzhi held him in his arms and walked up to the two girls.
If there were pure white dresses, the two of them would definitely look particularly beautiful in them. Even if they were wearing gray traditional peasant women's clothing (just wearing a headscarf), the girl's beauty could not be concealed.
Yang Mingzhi hugged Kostya, both of them were smiling, but Natasha suddenly had a sore nose, and hot tears flowed from her green eyes, turning into two springs.
"What? Natasha, why did you cry suddenly?! Really, you look so beautiful dressed like this."
Wiping her tears, Natasha murmured: "Sir! The way you hold Kostya reminds me of my father. I...I..." Halfway through her words, the girl simply tended to her own emotions and spoke directly.
He hugged Yang Mingzhi's waist and burst into tears.
"Really? Your description is very appropriate."
In this situation, her emotions have been aroused, and it is impossible to push her away rashly. Yang Mingzhi could understand her thoughts, so he waved to his wife: "Tao, come on, you can't let your sister