Chapter 1916 Battlefield Banquet

Two things were put in front of him and could be confirmed.

One was to go back to Moscow to teach those British and American guys, and to show off in broad daylight.

The second was the next stage of expansion and construction of his own troops. Malashenko knew that he would definitely be busy with this, especially when the political commissar's health was getting worse, he would have to bear more responsibilities.

It was true that the troops needed time to expand and rest, and to receive new weapons and equipment to form combat effectiveness, but some important work and coordination matters during this period had to be completed by someone, and the political commissar could not be done alone, especially during the period when he went back to teach and was not on the front line.

"Well, it seems that Lavrinenko and Kurbalov have to be called to a meeting. Oh, Karamov has to be called. He can't do without him in logistics. There are a lot of troubles."

After sending Vatutin away during the day, Malashenko dealt with the prisoners at hand, packed them up, and handed over the task of cleaning the battlefield to the friendly infantry division that caught up from the rear, and then set out on the journey again.

He began to continue the fierce assault from north to south, in order to meet up with the friendly forces from the north and south as soon as possible, cut off the German northern salient cluster from the root, complete the encirclement, and pack up and return as soon as possible. The sooner he set out, the sooner he could come back to do what he had to do. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m]

At night, Malashenko, who had led the team to continue the assault all day, finally got a break and ate something hot to fill his stomach. He had been hungry all day and had no time to eat. He only ate two pieces of dry bread with water in the tank, and his stomach was rumbling. He also held the combat meeting he personally presided over.

"Well, comrades, we are all on the same side, so let's not do those useless things. Eat, you've been hungry all day, eat first, let's have a meeting while eating, no rush"

A good post-war summary meeting was turned into a battlefield banquet by Comrade Lao Ma. Don't get me wrong, the word "meeting" here means a serious meeting, not the kind where everyone holds a glass of wine and laughs and brags.

But the word "banquet" is really in place. Not only is there a lunch box of staple food for each person on the long combat conference table, but it is also filled with various canned foods, captured German sausages, and even a large plate of stewed beef specially prepared by the kitchen team.

Except for the lack of wine, basically everything that can be obtained is complete. This dazzling feast scene also makes Comrade Political Commissar a little worried.

"Isn't it too much? We're fighting during the day, and we're having such a sumptuous battlefield meal at night, and it's only for the officers and political workers above the regiment level to have at a meeting. Wouldn't it sound bad if it got out?"

"Hmm? Too much?"

Comrade Lao Ma, who was holding a piece of fat and thick beef in his mouth, first glanced at the food on the table, then turned his head to look at the political commissar who hadn't touched the tableware next to him, and then blurted out these disdainful words.

"Who dares to talk nonsense? Let him come to me in person. What's the point of talking behind my back?"

"After fighting all day, I'm already starving. I rely on this meal to fill my stomach and suppress my hunger. What's the problem with eating a little better? Besides, these are the standard ingredients of our division. I, the division commander, don't steal or rob. What else can I do? The soldiers also eat potatoes stewed with beef and bread at night, just like us. Who dares to say that the officers and soldiers are getting special treatment?"

"Besides, the soldiers can return the bowls. They are not afraid of not having enough food, but they are afraid of not being able to finish it. At this time, the kitchen team has even washed and cleaned the big pot for cooking. , each person who can sit here to eat only has one lunch box, and they only give some side dishes because it is not enough. You can't let the officers and soldiers go hungry and fight tomorrow's battle on an empty stomach, right? You have to be reasonable, right? "

"Even if it comes to the commander, I dare to say so! The reason is on our side, who is afraid of whom?"

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Malachenko did not say this silently or secretly in his heart, but after the political commissar reminded him in a low voice, he shouted it out loudly in front of all the officers and soldiers above the regiment level and political workers in the entire combat meeting tent.

Not to mention that the political commissar was quite speechless, the comrades sitting around the conference table below were all staring at each other, looking at each other, not knowing what to do in this situation, and how to break this rather strange silence.

In the end, it was the deputy division commander, Comrade Lavrinenko, who was sitting on the other side of Malashenko, who broke the deadlock and spoke first. Lavrinenko, who was familiar with his good brother, was not surprised at all by Malashenko's trick.

"Okay, don't just stand there, comrades, hurry up and eat first, the food will get cold later and there will be no place to heat it up. Didn't you hear what the division commander said? The kitchen team has even put away the pots now, hurry up and eat first, let's talk while eating."

Huluhulu--

Smacking--

As soon as Lavrinenko's voice fell and it was quiet for a few seconds, the comrades' slurping and chewing sounds of eating and eating immediately sounded one after another. One by one, they all rushed to eat like wolves, without any military appearance and reservedness that a mid-level commander should have.

One hand is holding a large piece of beef, and the other hand is holding a piece of bread. There is an open can in front of the lunch box. If both hands are not free, I just stuff my head into the full lunch box. Slurping potato and beef stew soup, sticking out your tongue and licking it in big mouths. This food is really more like an animal than an animal. No one would believe it unless these two people were starving.

"Look, this is so good. How can we fight tomorrow if we don't have enough to eat? If you don't believe me, let's make a bet. I bet every one of the food on this table counts. After a while, there won't even be a scum left. It's better than being conquered by us. Every piece of German territory must be kept clean, and absolutely nothing will be wasted.”

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Malashenko's attitude of being enthusiastic even if he didn't say anything really made Comrade Political Commissar confused for a moment and didn't know what to say. Looking at the scene in front of him of devouring food and making the sound of chewing, he could only hold it in. Such a sentence.

“You know that’s not what I meant;

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was hesitant to speak in the middle of speaking, subconsciously looked at Malashenko, only to find that this heartless guy didn't take him seriously at all, and he didn't know when he joined in when he wasn't paying attention. In this "predatory feast", the ferocious eating posture was so bad that he picked up the lunch box and the plate and gnawed them together. What was even more outrageous was that even Lavrinenko on the side looked like this.

The appetite in the late stage of cancer is not very big. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who basically forces himself to eat every day to maintain the energy needed by the body, can only sigh. There is really no need to say anything more about the scene in front of him. How about this.

"Hey, is it because my appetite is too low and I am becoming more and more alienated from my comrades?"

Comrade Political Commissar was puzzled and didn't know, but he didn't take it too seriously, so he picked up a spoon and joined the "battlefield banquet" with other comrades.