Chapter 240 Meat

Playing with the food in the lunch box with a spoon and chewing slowly, Lavrinenko, who was obviously much more elegant than Malashenko's wolfing down, spoke quietly again.

"What kind of meat do you think this is? I always feel it's a bit strange, both in terms of texture and taste. It feels very strange."

Malashenko, who was just plucking something into his mouth, could still take his time to recollect it. Malashenko, who could only think of the word "really delicious", took a big bite of the black bread in his right hand and didn't even look up. The ground opened his mouth and replied.

"No matter what kind of meat it is, pork, beef, chicken, they all taste the same in the stomach. If you are in the mood to sigh here, why not eat it while it's hot? If you don't want to eat it, just give it to me. I don't seem to be full enough, so be careful. It’s cold.”

Lavrinenko, who was speechless for Malashenko, the sullen foodie boss, could only shake his head slightly, picked up the spoon beside the lunch box, scooped out a piece of potato and was about to put it into his mouth. Engineer Ivankov, who was walking again, appeared in front of the two of them again.

When he saw the familiar figure in front of him, he immediately had an idea. Lavrinenko, who wanted to know what kind of meat it was, immediately raised his head and asked Engineer Ivankov with a smile.

"Engineer Ivankov, the taste of this potato stew is a bit strange. I have never eaten meat with this taste before. Can you tell me what kind of meat it is made of?"

Engineer Ivankov, who was still maintaining a polite smile, visibly jumped after hearing this. There was something obviously wrong with his expression as if he didn't know whether to say the words when he heard the words.

While he was immersed in eating, he saw the two people looking at each other in silence from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, Malashenko felt something was wrong. He immediately held the piece of meat in his mouth that he had not yet had time to swallow, and raised his head. He looked at Engineer Ivankov in front of him and waited for the answer.

"Ahem, Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, Captain Lavrinenko, let me tell you the truth. This meat is actually made from rats caught by the workers in the factory these days. Since it was After the Nazi siege, the city's bread supply was reduced five times in a row, and many workers were exhausted and starved on the production line due to lack of food, let alone meat. "

"I asked everyone for their opinions and everyone agreed to use this meat to support our front-line Red Army soldiers, that is, you. This meat was originally intended to supplement nutrition for workers who were sick from overwork, but your bloody sacrifices on the front line Fighting is more difficult than our relatively safe home front, I hope you can understand."

Old mouse? Damn it!

Malashenko, who grew up in a peaceful era and traveled through time, never thought that one day he would eat those molar rats crawling in sewers and gutters, and he would eat them so damn deliciously! A strong feeling of nausea from the bottom of his heart suddenly surged into Malashenko's heart.

"No, no, you can't spit it out. If you spit it out at this time, it will hurt everyone's heart. You must take the lead!"

Malashenko, who lowered his head with strong willpower, spent a lot of effort to forcefully swallow the piece of rat meat in his mouth, which was as heavy as a thousand kilograms. The painful feeling as if poison had passed through his throat immediately hit Malashenko. Ke felt disgusted.

It was exactly as Malashenko had guessed.

The tank soldiers under his command, who were sitting around with a lot of flowers, were all stunned for a moment when they heard that the food in the lunch box in front of them was rat meat, but in the end, no one spit out or spit out the food in their mouths. It's to throw away the food in the lunch box.

What they saw and heard in the past few days after coming to Leningrad had already made these Red Army tank soldiers witness the horror of famine with their own eyes.

The skinny two or three-year-old child was sobbing in his mother's arms due to unbearable hunger. In the end, even the strength to cry had been exhausted and the voice became fainter. The mother, who was also in tears, was helpless. But he can only watch his child gradually move towards the abyss of death.

Countless injured Red Army soldiers ended up lying in hospitals in the rear areas even though their injuries were not fatal. Due to the lack of medical treatment and lack of nutritional supplements, their bodies were weak, their immunity weakened, and their wounds were ulcerated and infected, and they eventually died.

This series of events had a strong impact on vision and cognition. All the conscientious Red Army tank soldiers present had no reason and would never spit out the rat meat in their mouths, which may be disgusting and disgusting. .

What you spit out may be a glimmer of hope for others. Children, the elderly, and weak Red Army soldiers who are injured and lying on the hospital bed. The seemingly disgusting food in this lunch box is enough to save their lives.

When all these seemingly impossible things turned into reality, all the believing Red Army tank soldiers present chose to continue to lower their heads without saying a word, silently cleaning the food in the lunch boxes.

Only by devoting the power transformed from this food to the battle to defend the motherland to eliminate the Fascist invaders on the front line can we truly be worthy of the value of this precious rat meat.

Malashenko, who mustered up the courage to continue grabbing the food from the lunch box in his hand, silently recalled the future memories from his past life in his mind. When the story of soldiers and civilians of Leningrad City hunting rats for food, which was only recorded in history books and rumors, came to reality. When it happened to me, the strong feeling of nausea at the beginning quietly disappeared without a trace in my heart not long after.

"Hehe, the fact that the rats have rat meat to eat now only means that the worst time has not come yet. When the rats are all eaten, the next thing to eat will be truly inhumane."

Malachenko smiled bitterly in his cold heart and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing when he thought of this. Lavrinenko, who was watching this scene, moved his lips and was about to say something, but a deafening roar like the end of the world suddenly came from far away and suddenly descended on the factory building where several windows of the skylight had been torn open by the German Air Force.

"Bombardment! Stop eating, hide!"

Malachenko, who reacted to the deafening roar as if he had been electrocuted, immediately threw away the lunch box in his hand, and shouted loudly, calling all the Red Army tank soldiers around who had reacted or were still in a pause state to seek shelter.

The giant shell, which was much faster than Malashenko's hand movement, fell instantly with the force of thunder like a divine punishment. The huge explosion shook the entire factory and even the surrounding ground, and directly knocked people to the ground. Malashenko, who was caught off guard and suddenly fell to the ground in the huge explosion shock wave, had only one question in his mind.

"Damn it! Did those Germans transport Gustav to Leningrad!?"