Chapter 2392: A Grand "Feast" Of Artillery Fire

"Hurry up, eat quickly! After eating, pack up and get in the car. There are more fascists waiting for us up there. Hurry!"

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke. You're almost holding the lunch box up to your head!"

"Why don't you eat meat? You can't not eat meat. Come on, give me this piece."

It was almost time for dinner and the artillery fire was about to start. The soldiers of the leader division had a rare hot meal halfway up the slope, right on the smoking German corpse and a piece of scorched earth. They didn't mind the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air at all. They picked up their lunch boxes and ate them with great pleasure. The speed of eating was almost as fast as that of Lao Hei who ran away when he learned that his girlfriend was pregnant.

"I didn't expect to have a hot meal at this price. I've prepared the bread and thrown it in the car. I've also brought a large pot of water in advance. Did you order it?"

Sitting next to Malashenko's No. 177 IS7 command vehicle, Lavrinenko, holding a lunch box and a fork, slurped the steaming beef stew with potatoes and butter, and happily spoke to Malashenko who was also eating beside him. He was really happy and refreshed.

This is often the case on the battlefield. A good night's sleep, a hot bath, and a hot meal, these seemingly insignificant little things in the lives of ordinary people, bring an unusually high boost to the morale of the troops, because these ordinary little things are too rare in many times of war.

It really makes the soldiers grin from ear to ear with joy, just like ordinary office workers who have won a lottery of 5 million. For example, they can have a hot lunch during the short break on the battlefield. Even a senior commander like Lavrinenko, who has been promoted to deputy division level, is no exception. It is enough to be ecstatic.

"How can I think of this? I am too busy thinking about how to kill those fascists. I can't take care of it."

Malachenko chewed a large lump of beef and potato mixture with butter soup in his mouth, and stuffed the black bread in his other hand directly into his mouth. He ate it so fast and raced against time, and he was not afraid of choking.

Until such a large lump of food in his mouth was chewed up and swallowed, and Malachenko raised his hand and pounded his chest to shake the food down, and then he spoke at the same time.

"It was Karamov. He led his men to prepare semi-finished food ingredients early in the morning."

"He was very thoughtful. He cooked the half-cooked beef and cut the potatoes and put them aside. If there was a chance, he would quickly throw them into the pot and serve them for lunch. If there was no chance, he would wait until dark to close the stall and eat them for dinner. Anyway, semi-finished food ingredients are quick to prepare and will not go bad even if they are left for half a day. To be honest, I admire him. If I were asked to do this job, I would not think so carefully."

"But then again, now the logistics are basically under his control. He has basically taken over the logistics work in the hands of the political commissar.

"Now he is in charge of everything from food, clothing, housing, transportation, to replenishing ammunition, refueling vehicles, and supplying medical supplies. Even the paper used for writing and copying telegrams in the division headquarters is under his control."

"But you really have to say, this kid has changed completely after that incident. Even though he has so many things in his hands now, and everything is under his control, and he has so much power, he controls everyone in the division from top to bottom. But after asking around, no one said anything bad about him. As long as there is a need, basically whatever is needed will be given, and if there is no supply, it will be provided as soon as possible, and if it is urgently needed, it will be provided as quickly as possible. I have never heard of the situation in the past where he was so arrogant that people cursed him behind his back. "

Although Malashenko is a hands-off boss and seems to be in charge of nothing except combat command, there are only two things that Malashenko has always kept firmly in his hands and has never handed over.

The first is the issue of troop training and equipment mastery, and whether the combat effectiveness of units at all levels has been formed, that is, the "gun barrel".

The second is the issue of fuel, ammunition, food, and a large number of miscellaneous materials, that is, the "food bag".

The former requires Malashenko to go to the troops frequently, see, listen, and actually visit and investigate in order to understand thoroughly.

The latter is relatively easier, and only one person needs to be directly responsible to Malashenko, that is, Karamov, the "chief eunuch" of the leader division.

To be honest, the fact that Malashenko can be so "idle" and have fewer things to do is also thanks to Karamov, a good brother who was born as a tank vehicle repair technician, who is really capable. Not only can He handled the things he was responsible for in an orderly manner, and he had very good management skills. He led the comprehensive logistics support regiment to serve the leader division without any major problems.

Sometimes even Malashenko himself thought that he would apply for a Soviet hero for Karamov after the war.

Don't think this is an exaggeration. In Malashenko's view, this is not excessive at all, and Karamov deserves it. The combat effectiveness of the leader division can always be maintained at the level required by Malashenko, and most of it is the credit of Karamov and his brothers who don't charge into the battlefield. Who told you that only those who kill German sticks on the front line are Soviet heroes?

Just for the bowl of hot lunch in his hand, watching the soldiers around him eating with laughter and joy, as happy as eating New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve, Malashenko became more determined to get Karamov a "Soviet Hero" title.

Why not wait until the battle of Zelo Heights is over and then draft it yourself and hand it over to Zhukov, and that's it!

"I say, isn't it uncomfortable for you to eat with those two sticks? It's uncomfortable for me to watch, is that thing really that useful?"

"Hmm? That's what you're talking about?"

Malashenko raised his hand slightly, showing the "two sticks" in his hand, which was a pair of chopsticks, and looked at the fork in Lavrinenko's hand with disdain, and then smiled crookedly.

"So you don't understand. This is advanced equipment for eating. It can be used for anything and is highly efficient. It's much better than your broken fork. It's like the thing in your hand is BT5, and the one in my hand is IS7. The difference is so big."

"No, did I say it was so exaggerated? You are not--"

Swish, swish, swish--

Boom, boom, boom--

Boom, boom--

Lavrinenko hadn't finished speaking halfway, and the army-level artillery positions that were roaring under orders on the high ground had already started to explode.

Katyusha and Andryusha rockets, as bright as meteors across the sky, swept in overwhelmingly. The heavy artillery clusters that started with 122mm, 152mm without a cap, and 203mm worked together were fully fired. In addition, the artillery of the leader division was also counted as the army's support force and enhanced artillery. This second artillery preparation was really no weaker than the first one.

But even though the rain of fire roared over his head and exploded on the top of the highland, Comrade Lao Ma, who was eating and drinking, was still using chopsticks to pick up the food in his lunch box. At the end, he raised his voice amid the roar of gunfire to remind Lavrinenko who was looking up at the rain of fire.

"Don't just watch stupidly, eat faster, you have to clean up after eating and continue to work, hurry up."