Chapter 530 The Long Night

October 27, 0100 hours, Beachhead No. 1.

Nelly was sleeping in a trench with two field nurses when she was suddenly awakened by the sound of footsteps.

Her first reaction was to check the enemy's situation, but the voice of the old sergeant Malov came: "Don't be nervous, the company commander asked me to take a few soldiers to catch the tongue. The weather is right now, and the time is right. Zaitsev! You are not Have you always wanted to touch your tongue? Now is your chance!”

Zaitsev appeared in high spirits: "Great! Can I get the medal after touching my tongue?"

"During the civil war, yes. But now, you first think about how to survive until you get the prize. Let's go."

As he spoke, Malouf climbed out of the trench and walked quickly with his waist bent, not like an elderly man.

Zaitsev followed immediately and asked as he walked: "Is it okay for just the two of us? Shouldn't we bring a few more people?"

"It's easier to be discovered when there are more people. And if the enemy is alerted later, it will be easier for the two of us to sneak back, shut up, and follow."

Nellie lay on the edge of the trench and watched them disappear into the night.

At this time, a nurse woke up and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Nellie: "It's nothing. They went to grab tongues on the other side. Did they wake you up?"

"No, I just had a nightmare." The nurse lowered her head and wiped away the tears with her hands, "I thought what I saw in the hospital was a lifelong nightmare, but today..."

Nellie: "The enemy's offensive is not fierce today. If you have nightmares today, you will never have peace in the future."

The nurse looked at Nellie: "You are so good at comforting people."

"I'm just telling you the truth. Even if we can leave this position alive, none of us can sleep peacefully again." Nellie said calmly.

"Have you ever experienced this?"

"In Orachi, it was my first time to go to the battlefield." Nellie raised her head and looked at the rainy night sky. "The kind uncle who gave me a little more meat yesterday fell into a pool of blood today, with his intestines flowing all over the floor. It’s all about a kind lady lying on the street with her unweaned grandson next to her. I’ve had enough of this scene.”

The nurse kept wiping her tears: "Why do humans do such things? Why?"

"After defeating the Plosans, you can question the people who started the war." Nieri said.

"That's what I want to ask," the nurse nodded, "that's what I want to ask!"

She changed the subject: "Don't Miss Nellie have nightmares?"

"Zuo, so during that time I had insomnia every night. I could only force myself to work continuously and drink coffee to refresh myself. The general thought that I was awake when he woke up every day because I was a well-trained maid. .

"The general sleeps soundly every night. He has obviously seen more bloody and cruel scenes. He never has nightmares and will fall asleep immediately. It seems like the whole family is like this."

Nelly stopped and looked at the nurse, as if waiting for her to ask a question.

But the nurse just sighed: "The general is so powerful, that's why he is the general."

Nelly nodded: "Yes, he is the general."

Nurse: "All these deaths are just numbers to the general, right?"

Nellie: "I don't know. I never asked him what he thought. Maybe Madam knows - no, Madam definitely knows, but Madam is not here."

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Wang Zhong yawned and stood up: "I'm going to rest."

Pavlov: "Have a good sleep."

Wang Zhong: "I will definitely be able to sleep well. I don't know if I still have a conscience. I send so many people to the battlefield, but I can still sleep without any burden, and I don't even dream."

"It should be due to genetics. Some people can sleep peacefully without any burden." Popov said and stood up. "I will be on duty at night. Pavlov, you can also go and rest. If you two fall down, just I, the bishop, am the only one left to command the troops, and I will definitely be finished."

Pavlov thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'm going to rest too. In fact, I haven't been able to sleep much recently. Whenever I close my eyes, I think about marching plans, troop arrangements, and supply arrangements... I've already been to the doctor. Yes, it was Yegorov's best friend who prescribed the medicine for me. Do you know that the female doctor Yegorov found..."

Yegorov's family members all died, so he and a female doctor supported each other and warmed each other. This was something that the group of people who ran away from Upper Peniye knew.

Wang Zhong: "What about female doctors? I mean medical skills."

Pavlov: "I haven't eaten it yet. I'll try it tonight. I hope the report format I see this time is correct, so I won't be so angry. Let's go."

Popov: "Slow down, gentlemen on the night shift, it's our home court now. I hope the Prosins won't suddenly gain the ability to attack at night."

Wang Zhong and Pavlov walked side by side towards the door. Yakov and Pavlov's adjutant stepped forward together and handed them their coats and military caps.

It was still drizzling outside, because the Plosans did not have the habit of night raids. The hospital opposite was brightly lit, and the screams of the people undergoing surgery could be vaguely heard.

Wang Zhong: "Why is it so miserable? Are we suffering from a shortage of anesthetics?"

"How should I put it? We have so much morphine here that we can't use it up. The allies give it as if it's free of charge, but anesthesia is used for serious surgeries... The main reason is that we have to do too many surgeries. You should go see the doctors. , all of them were as tired as living corpses."

Ant has a shortage of doctors due to insufficient education. He wishes all doctors could become trauma surgeons.

It is said that even pediatricians are now on the front lines to treat gunshot wounds, and the mortality rate of children in remote areas is greatly increased after getting sick.

Wang Zhong: "By this time next year, the situation will be greatly reversed."

"I thought you were going to say that by this time next year we will have recovered Agsukov."

Wang Zhong smiled and whispered: "Eat the rice one bite at a time, my Pavlov Davarich."

At this time, a small piece of ice crystal stuck to Wang Zhong's forehead.

He raised his hand and touched it doubtfully, but he only felt water with melted ice crystals.

Just when he thought it was an illusion, the second one landed on his forehead.

Pavlov felt it too.

At this time, they were less than five meters away from their "dormitory", but they stopped together and looked up at the sky.

The drizzle was mixed with ice crystals, and a cold wind howled along the Valdaichu River.

Wang Zhong: "What? The cold air is coming so soon? Didn't the weather forecast say there are still ten days?"

Pavlov: "Perhaps General Dong saw that our situation was too urgent and couldn't bear it anymore?"

At this time, Yakov took his notebook and said: "I have seen local climate records before. On average, winter comes earlier every ten years, and the mud ends at the end of October. So this is probably not an abnormal climate?"

Wang Zhong opened his mouth and looked at the sky: "Damn it! Something bad happened, the mud ended early, Prosen's supplies will be restored!"

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"Congratulations, General." The Chief of Staff of the Sixth Army of Plossen said to General von Frederik, "The mud ended early and we can move again. This mud period only lasted less than a week. A gift from God!”

Admiral von Frederick scolded: "Is it time to be happy now? The mud ends early, the enemy's transportation will also become better, and their tank troops scattered in our rear will move more easily and quickly! (In fact, the person responsible for this will The tank force in the breaching battle has been lost, but Frederick's headquarters has not yet grasped this information)"

After scolding, Frederick changed his tone to a more conciliatory tone: "Ensure the smooth flow of supplies, eliminate the impact of the Ants, and resume the attack as soon as possible. We still have a week, at most, before the weather is too cold to move. Two weeks to capture Abavahan as quickly as possible!

"To ensure this is accomplished, the 41st Armored Corps should eliminate the Ant beachhead within a few days!"

The staff officers who had just gathered together to congratulate the general hurriedly dispersed and returned to work.

The admiral breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned his shirt, and waved to the adjutant: "Bring me something to drink."

"Would vodka do it?"

"No, no wine, I want to stay awake, let's have some coffee." Admiral Frederick said in a gentler tone than before, "Next we need to ensure the input of follow-up troops, because of Rokossov's actions , I estimate that we need to increase the strength of at least two armies if we want to take Abawahan."

Chief of Staff: "Isn't that too conservative?"

"It's better to be conservative. This can prevent those at the Army Group Headquarters from talking nonsense in a safe headquarters more than a hundred kilometers away." After a brief thought, General Frederic changed his mind and said, "The telegram only says three armies. , we need three additional armies to conquer Abawahan."

The chief of staff nodded: "Okay, I'll draft the telegram right now."

After saying that, he left.

Frederick looked at the map on the wall as if he were appreciating a work of art. A large newly added area on the right side of the map was all the "results" of the Sixth Army.

Of course, Frederick knew that there was a large piece of barren grassland with no hair between him and Army Group A, where both sides had only limited mobility to guard.

The unit that Prosen is on guard here is the 16th Panzergrenadier Division, which is part of Army Group B. The division's logo is a greyhound, so it is also called the Greyhound Division.

This is a little-known unit whose reliable combat effectiveness has won the respect of Marshal Maximian von Gron, commander of Army Group B.

Frederick was looking at the map, recalling the appearance of the Greyhound Division commander, when the adjutant came in carrying coffee on a tray.

Admiral Frederick took the coffee cup, took a sip, and frowned: "Damn it, this coffee is too delicate. Don't use finely ground coffee beans, use the instant coffee we allot!"

The adjutant was shocked: "Those taste like mud!"

"Yes, that's right!" Admiral Frederick said.