Chapter 1820 Lend Me a Light

Comrade Division Commander's order was implemented very well. The German prisoners who had finished their work only ate some leftover slops from the Red Army and some moldy bread that should have been thrown away. Reading Everyone was given a fixed amount of food and no refills were given. It didn't matter if you were full or not.

The German prisoners who had just finished their work and were all sweaty gathered together, squatting or sitting on the ground to eat with their own lunch boxes. This was the only thing that was not confiscated by the Russians, except for their uniforms and water bottles.

"Oh, this is so disgusting, Hans, it's even worse than the coffee you make!"

"Coffee? You still have the mood to talk about coffee? If I had a cup of coffee right now, no matter how disgusting it is, I would be so happy that I would go crazy."

"Bah, bah! What did the Russians put in it? It's so smelly and disgusting! Did they pee or poop in it? How can there be such disgusting dog shit? Is this food for people? And the amount is so small, how can you be full!"

The vast majority of German soldiers were cursing how disgusting the food in the lunch box was, and complaining in a low voice, but no one dared to stand up and yell at the Russians who were guarding with guns around them: "What the hell is this shit you gave me? Go, make me three dishes and a soup again!"

Well, the daytime battle did scare the German prisoners who laid down their weapons, especially after they knew that the powerful opponent who defeated them was the "Stalin Guard" led by the rumored "Iron Butcher".

The new recruits who were recruited this year were even more frightened, and they didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that the terrible things in the rumors would happen to them.

By 1944, many of the new recruits of the German army were very afraid of the Russians on the opposite side. This is a well-known and recognized fact, and no one can quibble. Especially after surviving a bloody battle, the surviving soldiers who have seen how brutal the Russians on the opposite side are even more afraid.

There are very few who can really stand out and become veterans. The serious decline in the quality of the German army's grassroots officers is also an important reason for this situation. The recruits lack sufficient battlefield care and guidance, and fighting life and death, good or bad basically depends on their own subjective consciousness and self-judgment.

Coupled with the strategic retreat of the German army, under the premise of the great panic that has never stopped so far, it is not difficult to understand why many new recruits are afraid of the enemy and are even more afraid of the legendary "Iron Butcher" troops.

Those who eat quietly and dare not speak are basically new recruits, while those who complain and complain are veterans with two or three years of service experience. This is the real situation among the German prisoners.

"Don't complain, the Russians are doing this on purpose. No one wants their prisoners to eat well and drink well every day and be strong and healthy. Let's not talk about how much food they consume. Are you raised so well to make you more energetic when you riot? Don't be funny, the Russians are not stupid, they are also experts in abusing humans."

It seems that a German squad leader who knows more took the initiative to complain. It is estimated that these two idiots should not know what the SS did in the concentration camp, otherwise they would not say such words as "the Russians are experts in abusing humans."

Compared to those lousy things like giving birth to a son without an asshole, you Germans are better at this.

"What are you guys mumbling about? No discussion allowed! If you keep mumbling, I'll drag you out and hang you on a pole. Who's not afraid of death wants to try it?!"

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The German prisoners of war, who were buzzing like mosquitoes in the evening, suddenly became quiet. They were as silent as cicadas, and no one dared to talk nonsense anymore.

What a joke, those Russians not only dared to say it, but they also dared to do it.

They said they would drag you out and hang you, and no one wanted to surrender and save their lives, but they died because of their nonsense. There is no more frustrating way to die than this.

As for the bad food

Okay, it's bad, at least it won't kill you, right?

"These fascist lackeys, if we don't give them a hard time, they don't know what they are in now, and they still think of themselves as human beings~"

After a loud scolding, the soldier with the latest AK assault rifle on his back touched his pocket and came to another soldier standing guard with an SVT40. He took out two cigarettes from the cigarette box he had just taken out, and each of them put one in his mouth and pretended to light it, and then he started to complain.

"If there was nothing to smoke, I really don't want to smoke the German horse manure cigarettes! This is harder to smoke than the worst kind of Mahe tobacco mixed with sawdust when I just joined the army. The tobacco of these fascists is even stinkier than dog shit."

The cigarette ration for a week often runs out before Friday. Even though the Stalin Guards First Tank Division is an ace elite with top supply rights, and the cigarette ration for ordinary soldiers is half more than that of other guards divisions, it still can't stand these big-headed soldiers who are addicted to smoking to death all day long.

It's not that you can smoke as much as you like, but no matter how many cigarettes you are given, as long as you don't smoke to the point of nausea and vomiting, you will finish them all as quickly as possible. The reality is so fucking real.

"Hey, I said stop complaining. I confiscated a lot from the German prisoners. The weekly ration is enough for the two of us to deal with for a month. Don't tell anyone."

"What are you thinking? Why would you tell others? I also took a lot of stuff from the Germans, and there are a few boxes of high-end stuff from the lieutenant. Now I have some to smoke, hehe."

"I said you two wait a while, lend me a light, I don't have it with me."

"Okay, the light is here."

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Wait, is there something wrong?

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Look again, and see the face of the person who subconsciously didn't react in time to borrow the light. My goodness, this is really wrong, Suka!

"Thank you, you two continue to stand guard, I'll come over and see what the situation is like for the prisoners. Don't just smoke, remember to stay alert! Do you understand?"

Who would have thought that the person who suddenly jumped out of the darkness to borrow a light would be Comrade Division Commander?

But the fact that Malashenko was standing in front of them with a cigarette in his hand could not be denied. The two brothers who were just discussing the "shared small warehouse" were really scared for a moment. Who would have thought that Comrade Division Commander would be so elusive? This is so horrible!