Eight Hundred and Forty Distribution

readx(); A Belarusian stop, a busy morning. It is now an important material reserve base for the German army, and it is also a material transfer point leading to the front line. The Germans hope that the train will undertake the most important transportation, because after all, the power source used by the train is the coal with the most Germans.

On the platform, there is a mountain of goods that can be found, and according to the inherent rigorous spirit of the Germans, they are clearly arranged by category. On the railroad tracks in the distance, a train emitting white smoke was slowly approaching this small station, and some German non-commissioned officers in charge of registration had already taken their positions.

"Train No. 68 has begun to enter the station! Train No. 68 has begun to enter the station! People on the platform, please pay attention to safety." In the corner of the canopy on the platform, the only person in the small station came from the huge horn. The sweet voice of the female railway soldier caused some German soldiers to whistle and boo loudly.

A general who was waiting on the platform to take the train back to Poland frowned and looked at his adjutant. With a hint of dissatisfaction, he complained: "These soldiers have been away from home for a year. They haven't spent Christmas with their loved ones, they haven't slept with their own women, and they have been facing a group of damn Soviets on the front line for a whole day. one Year."

He looked at the soldiers who were yelling and laughing wildly in the direction of the small radio station, sighed and said: "What they need most now is to go home and take a good bath, hang off their beards, and then hold their children and enjoy A good dinner. Not fighting for the country in this place."

"Actually, they are going home." The adjutant looked at the soldiers whose weapons had been collected, and answered his officer's words disapprovingly: "After working here, they will take our train and return to Germany. Vacation, a month-long vacation is really enviable, isn't it?"

In order to solve the problem of war weariness among front-line soldiers, and to strengthen the communication between the army and the people behind, so that everyone can experience the strength and prosperity of the motherland, the huge German Army is implementing a rotation system for front-line troops.

The troops who have fought on the front line for 6 months were ordered to return to Germany in order of meritorious deeds for a 15-day personal vacation and a 15-day rest for assembly and reorganization. The vacancies in the frontline troops will be filled by the troops drawn from the b group army and the c group army. This is a long-term plan that must be persisted for a long time. The purpose is to let the newly formed troops of the German army experience the baptism of real war, and also allow more battle-tested troops to rest and maintain better combat effectiveness.

Of course, although rest and vacation are attractive candies, these troops have to go through the last test before eating this candy. This can be regarded as an impromptu use of human resources, which fully proves the paranoid calculation of the sophisticated German coordinator.

With the sound of metal friction, train No. 68 finally stopped on the platform. The underside of the black locomotive was painted with a slightly old red paint. On both sides of the locomotive, brackets for hanging armor plates were welded on the outside of the boiler.

A whole piece of thick bulletproof armor plate is hung on it.

The second section is a carriage filled with coal blocks. Only with this carriage can the train run on the rails. Behind it is a temporarily modified armored carriage with sandbags piled on it, and a striking mg42 machine gun is mounted on the sandbag. A few German SS soldiers were leaning on the sandbags with their rifles on their shoulders, looking lazily at the friendly soldiers on the platform.

"Work! Work! Hurry up and transport these supplies to the warehouse, and you can get on the train back to Germany early!" An officer shouted to the large group of soldiers who had been waiting on the platform for a long time. Everyone buzzed and commotion, and everyone's enthusiasm instantly rose to a new height.

After all, for every soldier who has fought on the front line for nearly a year, the word "going home" has great appeal. Everyone is excited about their upcoming holiday, which is the greatest compliment after they have been fighting and slaughtering for a long time.

"Wow!" The SS soldiers who had just jumped off the train opened the sealed compartment, and then pulled the sliding door to one side, revealing the full ammunition inside the compartment. This is a munitions special train, and the inside of the carriage is full of neatly stacked wooden boxes. The caliber and type of ammunition are marked on the wooden boxes with huge black prints.

"No smoking! No smoking! Do you want to blow up here?" An officer reminded his subordinates loudly, and many people quickly took out the cigarette butts dangling from the corners of their mouths, threw them to their feet and stomped them violently. They survived the enemy's artillery fire and shuttled under the hail of bullets, but they didn't want to be killed on the platform returning home. The order to ban smoking has been issued several times, after all, it is still not as effective as seeing the dangerous goods with your own eyes.

"Start work! Move these things to the waiting car over there. When the car is full, stack it in the designated warehouse! Be careful! Handle with care! You are all people who have dealt with these materials, and you know this How dangerous this thing is!" An officer waved his hand and ordered his troops to start working.

Everyone started to act. Some stood on the platform, waiting for the soldiers on the carriage to hand them ammunition, while others stood further away, passing such dangerous ammunition supplies one by one. The originally noisy platform gradually became orderly. Due to the large number of troops, the number of things on the train was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The conveyor belt connected by people has been connected to the side of the road outside the small station, where there are large trucks parked one after another. These trucks have different license plates, some are German military vehicles, and some are trucks seized in the Soviet Union. , with a plaque used by the Soviet Army on it.

What is even more funny is that there are even some cars from German civilians, using the license plates of Frankfurt, Munich and Berlin. These cars were requisitioned by the military to make up for the lack of front-line mechanization. Then there are French cars with French license plates, old cars from Belgium, Holland and even Poland, anyway, machinery that can be used to move things and drag things, and the Germans don't seem to mind bringing them to the front.

"The trucks of the Logistics Department of the Second Army of the National Defense Forces, our trucks are all military, durable and durable, and there is no problem with overloading." An officer of the Logistics Department of the Second Army who came here from the front line indicated that his truck was still OK. Another part of the supplies was loaded, but the dispatching sergeant who registered and counted refused to agree. He argued hard, after all, these munitions were also waiting to be distributed to other troops.

"Then what about the remaining space? I can't let my car go back with only half of the goods, can I?" The officer spread his hands and looked like I won't go back if you don't give me the supplies. It can be seen that the officer It's also a rogue old fritter here, after all, the job of fighting for supplies is not much easier than fighting a war.

"The rest of the space should be filled with grain and oil! Put more food and less oil, and the oil in the strategic reserve is also limited." The dispatcher also had an expression of "I'm saving face, don't push yourself too hard". , Pointing to the warehouse on the other side and said: "Move out of your position quickly, the people from the logistics department of the 13th SS Armored Division of Army Group A are still waiting!"

"Ah... when you are fighting, you hate fewer soldiers, but when you receive supplies, you hate more people. It's really a headache." The officer sighed, and motioned his subordinates to move away from the car, and hurried to the next section of the warehouse to grab a good one. The position, the supply of the general front line is everything, and what to decorate to go back is a hot item.

Just as he was leaving, another row of cars came in from the other side. The officer who jumped out of the leading car was wearing an SS uniform, which looked a little dirty because it hadn't been washed for a few days. But this officer is not sloppy, on the contrary, he is tall and handsome.

The officer jumped out of the truck and ran to the dispatch sergeant. He immediately showed a flattering expression. He took out a cigarette and stuffed it into the dispatch sergeant's hand. Too much consumption, urgently need to replenish! Urgently need to replenish!"

"Two boxes?" The dispatch sergeant looked disdainful, tapped the notebook twice with a pen, then turned around, and said to a colleague passing behind him: "Let the cigarette shop over there take notes, the SS 13th Armored Division, 10 packs of cigarettes have been collected, take him there to sign!"

After finishing speaking, he motioned for the obsequious SS officer to move away, and reminded loudly: "110 boxes of bullets! Put 10 more boxes, don't make a mess! See clearly! If you count wrong, everyone will be fined 300 marks !"

While shouting, he skillfully threw the two packs of cigarettes in his hand to the statistician who was in charge of keeping an eye on each truck, and then waved the record book in his hand to the SS officer who was going away: "Thank you buddy! Next time If there is something good, I will keep it for your 13th division."

It's almost noon, and there are not too many trucks staying in the small station, and the rest are people from the infantry logistics department. The tools are not so good-looking. Some troops are all horse-drawn carts, others are simply donkey carts and mules, and the more shabby troops even only have carts.

With the change of tools, the carrying capacity has also dropped a lot. The piles of materials in the small stations are still piled up, and only a few are transported to the front line. Those muddy and potholed paths still make the German army helpless.

After a while of noise, another train slowly approached the platform.