Chapter 708 The Back Side of War (6K)

The 711th Supply Center of the Khazalia Front.

The girls finished their morning moving work and took a nap in the empty cargo yard.

"It's potatoes with Spam canned meat again. It's been like this for a few days." Aksinya complained as she opened the lunch box, "How about some pickles!"

"Here." Natalia next to her took out the glass jar and pulled out the cork.

The smell of pickled cucumber spread immediately, attracting the attention of several people.

After Natalia took away a piece of cucumber from Aksinya, she handed the bottle to the others, and a group of girls shared the cucumbers like this.

While eating boiled potatoes, Aksinya said: "I heard that the last team of porters composed of men has been taken away by conscripted priests. Our entire security division is now made up of women and old men."

"I didn't even know there were young men in our division."

"Aksiniya, isn't your target at the Front Army Headquarters? Go find him to solve your needs!"

"He is working as a guard for His Majesty the Marshal. He is very busy every day, and I don't want to solve the demand!" Aksiniya quickly defended, "I just said that young men are extinct in the logistics force. It is estimated that we will see less of them from the rear.”

The women were silent, eating potatoes calmly.

Suddenly someone said: "Do you think the Puluosen people are like this too? I heard my man say that there are fewer Pluosin people than us, and we are all like this. They probably...right?"

"I don't know." Aksiniya replied, "We shouldn't have to worry about the war in the first place. Now that we are moving boxes here, something must have gone wrong!"

After stuffing a whole potato into her mouth, Aksiniya chewed and said: "When my grandma was young, we also fought with Anatolia. At that time, my grandpa was drafted into the army, and my grandma was alone. At home, it is said that apart from missing her husband every day, there is nothing inconvenient.

"But look at us now, we are wearing ill-fitting military uniforms and moving sacks like dock workers day after day!"

"Cucumber Goddess" Natalia agreed, "Yeah, it's more tiring than doing farm work at home. I was tired of doing farm work day after day, so I enlisted in the army and joined the security division. But when I got here, I still did it. Farm work.”

Aksinya: "Natalia, after you finish tenth grade, you should try to join the medical team."

Natalia lowered her head: "No, I won't go. The medical team came to our training camp to recruit soldiers. At that time, many people rushed to go, so I quietly hid behind."

"Why don't you go?" someone asked.

Natalia smiled bitterly and said: "I was participating in emergency repairs at the women's labor camp before, but enemy planes came, and 28 girls felled in one sweep. I remember clearly, 28!

"I stood by and watched them. One girl was hit in the stomach by a bullet. It entered from the back of the heart and exited from the belly. The bullet left a big hole in her stomach, and her intestines just flowed out. There were also flies parked in above.

"I shooed the fly away, held the girl's hand, and she said: 'Natalia, I feel a little cold and my stomach is getting cold.'"

The women lowered their gazes, and some even stopped eating potatoes, immersed in what Natalia was saying.

Natalia: "That's why I didn't dare to go to the front line. When our support division moved to the front line, I had a dream for many days in a row on the stuffy tanker truck. I dreamed that my intestines were leaking out, and my man was standing beside me. In front of me, he looked at me silently.

"I said: 'Please help me pick it up quickly, it's all leaking out.'

"Before I finished speaking, my man's head fell off, and blood spurted out from his neck. I must have seen a man with a severed head somewhere, but I just forgot, otherwise the dream would not be so realistic!"

Aksinya, who was sitting next to Natalia, patted her back: "Don't be afraid. Didn't your man write a letter back a few days ago? Plus there is no death notice, so he must still be alive and kicking."

Natalia: "It may be that he is missing. Do you know? The priest said that a death notice is usually not issued to a missing person, because we don't know what happened to him. He might have surrendered in an enemy prisoner of war camp."

A woman said: "There is no shame in surrendering. Just come back and admit your mistake. Millions of people surrendered in the first year. Will they all be hanged by then?"

…

While everyone was chatting like this, the chief of staff of their support company came over.

This is an old man in his sixties, wearing a boat-shaped hat crookedly. He shouted from afar: "Girls! Good news! I got soap for you!"

The small talk suddenly stopped.

Aksinya: "Is it the kind of soap I think of?"

"Yes! The girls from the 300th Field Laundry Team complained before that their skin had aged like an old lady because they were always exposed to things like soap. The higher-ups may have thought that the girls should continue to be beautiful, so they gave every guarantee The female soldiers of the division have hair soap!”

The women were delighted.

Chief of Staff: "Quiet! I haven't finished speaking yet! Seeing that the storage yard has been emptied, the leaders of the military station decided to give you a holiday in the afternoon! There is a tributary of the Tiber River nearby, and you can go there to take a bath!"

The women cheered, as if they suddenly transformed into sentimental and excitable little girls.

Chief of Staff: "Come on, Aksiniya, you are responsible for distributing the soap. There is no way to give each person one piece of soap, so three good friends can take one piece, but not more!"

Aksinya quickly distributed the soap - she was so familiar with the small groups in the company that she completed the task perfectly.

The quartermaster saw that the soap was in hand and waved his hand: "Okay, hurry up and take a shower."

The girls excitedly collected the dishes, rinsed them, and then lined up to walk to the river.

On the way, girls from other units joined the cargo team one after another. The support company team, which originally had only a hundred people, suddenly became bloated. The air defense observer would definitely make a sharp explosion when seeing this scene.

So many people were crowded together, and they were in a long snake formation. A wave of strafing would either kill or injure them.

When passing the laundry team, Aksinya saw an old lady over fifty years old still busy in front of the wooden barrel.

She whispered to the laundry team: "Why don't you let the auntie take a break?"

"We told her that she could take a break! But she insisted on washing the last bucket of clothes. She is the one with the longest monthly working hours in the factory! For two years, no one has worked harder than her. And - she seems to have been working in the laundry team since the Loktov era."

Natalya's words made everyone in the laundry team look at the old auntie - the eldest sister.

Someone else whispered: "I heard that her whole family died and she was the only one left. The war is not over yet, and she can still wash clothes for the soldiers. She has something to rely on, thinking that the soldiers wear the clothes she washed to kill the enemy. What should she do after the war is over!"

The girls looked at the eldest sister.

And the eldest sister seemed to feel something, looked up at them, and then continued to wash her clothes, like a tireless human washing machine.

Aksinya felt heavy in her heart, and a ball of depression blocked her throat.

————

At the same time, Wang Zhong was waiting for today's guests at the entrance of the commander of the Khasalia Front.

Because the progress was very smooth, he had more free time to undertake "propaganda tasks".

A convoy of three jeeps drove into the headquarters. In the middle car, a head of gray hair could be seen from a distance.

Wang Zhong came forward and shook the hand of Aunt Alexeyevna as soon as the jeep stopped.

"Auntie, you look good. Where is your son?"

"He has already taken up his post at the school. He said that if he teaches the new recruits earlier, maybe more new recruits can survive." The old lady replied.

Wang Zhong: "Is that so? Then you can treat me as your son. This is my wife Lyudmila."

Lyudmila came forward and hugged the old lady: "I was also there in that battle and was saved by your son."

The old lady: "He was saved by the No. 422 tank commanded by the marshal. My son is just a gunner."

Wang Zhong: "We are a whole. Let's go."

————

After Pavlov saw the convoy leave through the window, he brought the cup in his hand to his mouth and took a big sip of coffee.

Popov: "I heard an interesting news from the United States envoy today. It is said that the United States also has a general who specializes in propaganda tasks. Although he does not smoke, he bought a corn pipe for his image."

Pavlov: "I heard about it too. This general does nothing except accepting interviews and appearing in newspapers every day. His headquarters has been in Osretria for more than two years and has not even launched a decent landing. The key Guadalcanal Campaign of the United States was also fought by the Marine Corps."

After Pavlov finished speaking, a staff officer interrupted and said: "That person's troops did fight two battles, one in New Guinea, fighting against the Fuso Empire's army in the dense forest. The other one... seems to have forgotten."

"Thank you for your supplement. Don't supplement next time, concentrate on your work." Pavlov said, "Although Vasily is usually lazy, he actually finishes all the work he should do, and then he is lazy."

"I'm here to report." The staff officer handed the document in his hand to Pavlov.

Pavlov glanced at the cover of the document envelope, his expression became serious, he took the envelope, untied the rope skillfully, and took out the document.

Popov: "What's wrong?"

Pavlov: "Information about Yegorov, his wife and children, and Dr. Katya's husband and children."

Pavlov: "Shouldn't I have received this? I am the bishop accompanying the army!"

Pavlov: "I just asked an old friend for help. The church is busy restoring order in the occupied areas, right? After all, we have just recaptured such a vast occupied area and so many large cities."

Popov: "You are right, but helping to find the wife and children of the heroic commander under the marshal will not interfere with our other work. The church is much more capable than you think, Comrade Pavlov. So what is the result?"

Pavlov's mouth twitched: "The result... I'm not sure. The spouses and children of both of them should have died, and there is solid eyewitness evidence. Especially Katya's husband, he has a record of being killed in battle, but it was too chaotic and the father's name was lost, so I dare not confirm it was him at the first time.

"Yegorov's wife and children are a little more complicated, but now her wedding ring has been recovered, and there is an engraving on the inside. "

Popov: "So the child may still be alive? "

Pavlov: "Even if he is alive, Yegorov has a reason to marry Dr. Katya."

Popov clapped his hands: "Okay! But before that, I have to give the ring to Yegorov first, you come?"

Pavlov shook his head: "No, no, when he and I were in the same regiment, we had friction. He felt that I, a noble, looked down on him who came from the mud legs! It is obviously not appropriate for me to send it back!"

"But this is the second-in-command of the military!"

"This is obviously an ideological work task, and you priests should come!"

The two of them were deadlocked for a while, and gave up together: "Forget it, let Marshal Rokosov come."

"Yes, Yegorov has always respected him as the division commander, so let him play a role as the division commander!"

————

Wang Zhong sneezed loudly.

Lyudmila: "It must be General Proson scolding you again."

Wang Zhong: "Then I will sneeze non-stop."

Auntie Alekseyevna, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, turned around: "Don't catch a cold, now is not..."

Wang Zhong: "Even if I catch a cold and fall ill now, the counterattack will continue. The only thing that can limit us is the logistics situation."

As they were talking, the convoy passed a row of burned truck wreckages, all of which were pushed to the side of the road, without affecting the traffic on the road.

The old lady pointed at the wreckage and asked: "Which side is the missing car?"

Wang Zhong: "The enemy's truck, look at the logo on the front of the truck, that is the famous Proshen brand Opel."

Lyudmila: "The overturned motorcycle over there should be Daimler Benz, also a Proshen brand."

Wang Zhong relayed the explanation: "It should be the masterpiece of our cavalry unit. The prairie is suitable for cavalry to infiltrate and penetrate, and they go there specifically to find the enemy's supply convoys to burn." There were several uncles digging pits leisurely on the roadside, and seven or eight uncles were driving ox carts to collect the bodies of Proshen soldiers who fell near the convoy.

Seeing Wang Zhong's motorcade, the uncles had not yet realized that this was the marshal's car, and they were still teasing: "This young man, are you taking your fiancée and mother for a walk?"

Wang Zhong smiled at the lady: "Look, the uncles all say you are my mother."

Auntie Alekseyevna smiled slightly: "Marshal Davarishi, it's better not to call me mother. Most of the good people who have called me mother are dead."

"How could it be, isn't your eldest son back?"

The old mother sighed: "One person is not enough, how can it be enough."

After driving for dozens of minutes, Gregory suddenly braked and slowed down, and the car passed by the road sign.

Wang Zhong clearly saw that it said "Upper Peniye, 10 kilometers".

His heart suddenly became nervous.

Through the bird's-eye view, he saw the photographer Robert Capa in the car behind holding a camera and shooting wildly at the road sign.

Lyudmila gently placed her hand on the back of Wang Zhong's hand: "Don't be nervous, it's just a revisit."

Wang Zhong: "I'm not nervous."

Gregory: "The roof in front looks very familiar, please look!"

Wang Zhong stood up and looked forward. He saw the water tower where he had a fever and was commanding. He smiled and said: "I saw it. The water tower is still there, and there is also the brewery. At that time, I held a gun and forced the guards of Mr. Boye to open the door and take out the wine to make Molotov cocktails."

Lyudmila: "I know, I still remember it."

Wang Zhong: "The broken bell tower of the church has not been repaired yet. You remember, at the beginning, someone wanted the entire archery team to climb up the bell tower, because the drill manual said that the shooting range there was the best! I strongly opposed it and let you set up the position on the first floor."

Lyudmila: "At that time, we didn't understand war very well-I mean, except for you."

In fact, I don't understand it either, Wang Zhong thought, I just have a little basic knowledge of military games, plus a cheat.

As the car approached Upper Peigne, Wang Zhong saw many old half-track vehicles thrown in the field and said excitedly: "These vehicles! The enemy was trying to encircle us, but we destroyed them! I commanded that T28 tank and did a lot of things."

In Wang Zhong's memory, the only clip related to T28 was the scene of taking a letter out of the gunner's pocket after being shot.

Now he remembered that if we just talk about the results of the battle, the crew of the T28 was also a well-deserved meritorious crew.

Of course, this was mostly because he was commanded by this hacker.

Finally, the jeep entered the village, and Gregory slowed down to walking speed.

Wang Zhong pointed at the house at the entrance of the village excitedly: "There is a machine gun on the second floor. It is our only machine gun guarding the rear. After the first generation 422 tanks I commanded destroyed the enemy's outflanking troops, they withdrew, leaving only the machine guns to resist the enemy's scattered soldiers."

Soon, the car drove to the front of the winery, and Wang Zhong jumped out of the car, only to find that the one guarding the gate was still the servant of the old man Boye two years ago.

The servant was stunned when he saw Wang Zhong: "Who are you... looking for? The local priest is in the church, the church whose bell tower was blown off."

Wang Zhong: "'We have requisitioned this winery!'"

The servant suddenly realized: "You are the lieutenant colonel master! I haven't seen you for two years, and you have become a brigadier general!"

Wang Zhong thought to himself, here he comes again, mistaking my marshal star for a brigadier general. Have you ever seen a brigadier general star this big?

Vasily jumped down from a car behind and explained to Wang Zhong: "This is already a marshal."

The servant was shocked and his eyes widened: "Marshal, marshal! But shouldn't the marshal be a double-headed eagle?"

Wang Zhong: "Times have changed, and the big star is the new marshal rank."

After all, there will be no tsar soon.

Suddenly he thought of something and asked: "What's the name of your manager? The one who asked me 'Do you have the procedures?'!"

Servant: "Mr. Korshov became the mayor after the Plosen people occupied the town. He committed crimes in the town and was executed by the guerrillas one night."

As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Alexeyevna, who was left aside, said: "You deserve it. The yellow dog and the traitor should find each other and kill each other. In the past two years, they have killed so many good young men and how many of my son."

Wang Zhong: "That's right, Madam Alexeyevna, don't be angry."

He stopped and looked at the servant who was guarding the winery: "You are not treasonous, are you?"

"No, no!" The servant waved his hands repeatedly, "I just make a living! The guerrillas came in to steal wine and make Molotov cocktails, and I pretended not to see them! I didn't contact the guerrillas, so I wouldn't be caught. I have been Waiting for recovery!”

Wang Zhong corrected: "Liberation."

"Yes, liberation!"

Wang Zhong: "Has Master Boye come back?"

"No."

Vasily muttered beside him: "Maybe we killed the capitulationists by the way."

Wang Zhong looked back at Robert Capa, who was taking the photo, and then at his partner, reporter Mike: "I want to go to the manager's office, which was my headquarters during the battle with Penier.

"I had a fever at the time and was in bed in a coma most of the time. Egorov's regiment headquarters was located in Mr. Boyer's large manor over there. When I was in a coma, he and Chief of Staff Pavlov teamed up to retreat. enemy."

Reporter Mike raised his hand and asked: "Pavlov, is he the current Pavlov?"

The situation of Ant having the same name is very serious, so reporter Mike asked this question.

Wang Zhong: "That's him. He has been following me since then, but at this time he is relatively inexperienced. He doesn't have so many staff officers or sixth-level clerks, and he can't command such a large army."

Reporter Mike: "So, is it okay if I say this is the starting point for your cooperation?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "The problem is huge. The infantry command is actually done by Yegorov and Pavlov. I just put forward my idea and forced them to accept my idea."

Lyudmila reminded in a low voice: "There is also a tank, and you have a tank."

Wang Zhong: "Oh, yes, I also raced a tank."

Lyudmila: "At the most dangerous time, the No. 422 tank under your command turned the tide, blocked the enemy's attack, and rescued me who was about to be captured."

Wang Zhong scratched his cheek and said sheepishly: "Let's go visit the manager's office."

————

The four walls of the manager's room are covered with Proson's recruitment posters, and it has obviously become part of Proson's barracks.

The originally empty office area is now filled with bunk beds.

Wang Zhong squinted his eyes to admire the posters on the wall.

Vasily: "Let me wash these off."

Wang Zhong: "No, these are history and can be visited by people in the future."

"Is it really appropriate to visit...?" Vasily asked worriedly, "These are all records of us being bullied."

Wang Zhong: "Relax, Vasily. The war will come and go, but these records will stay forever."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong walked around the manager's office, and then found that the old lady Alexeyevna was a little tired, so he hurriedly said: "Let's go see the first-generation tank No. 422!"

————

The T28 was still parked outside the village, maintaining the posture of "shooting" with the Prosen tank just before it was destroyed.

Wang Zhong pointed to the bullet hole in the front of the tank: "Ms. Alexeyevna, the shell that took your child's life entered the tank from here."

The aunt looked at the bullet hole with a sad expression: "Is it just such a small hole? My good son is gone like this."

Wang Zhong: "Do you want to see his fighting position?"

The aunt hesitated for a while, then shook her head: "No, what's the point of going up to see it? Let's just give flowers."

As soon as the old lady turned around, Lyudmila handed over the wreath.

"You can still find so many flowers in autumn," the aunt sighed, "little girl, you are very capable of doing anything, as capable as the marshal."

Lyudmila smiled.

The old lady placed the flowers in front of the tank, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and prayed.

After a while, the old lady opened her eyes and looked at Wang Zhong: "General, I pray for you. You will definitely be able to turn disaster into good fortune in the future."

Wang Zhong: "Thank you."

Old lady: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Wang Zhong: "I still have a tank to present flowers to."

————

KV tank No. 67 is still parked quietly at the entrance of the village.

The large crater caused by the Stuka bombing has been filled in, and a watchtower-like building has been built next to it, which seems to be Proson's version of a "turret."

The rusty KV was lying there.

Wang Zhong walked around the tank and asked the local bishop who hurried over: "Where are the tank crews of this vehicle buried?"

The bishop pointed to the nearby turret: "It's just under the foundation of the turret. During that time, the town was always 'haunted', so the Prossen people planned to 'suppress' the souls of the fallen soldiers and buried them in the woods over there. The bodies were taken out and buried underneath.”

Wang Zhong nodded, then took the wreath from Lyudmila and placed it at the base of the KV tank turret.

The snow-white flowers are so dazzling on the rusty tank.

Wang Zhong zoomed away and looked at the flowers on the tank.

At this time, the sound of horses howling was heard in the distance.

Wang Zhong thought to himself, "No way." He turned around and saw Bucephalas running towards him.

"Don't!" Wang Zhong held down his hat, thinking that the crazy horse was going to chew his hair again.

However, Hakuba stops in front of the tank and spits something into the tank.

Wang Zhong: "What are you doing? This tank is--"

He suddenly stopped and found that the pile of grass that Bucephala vomited was mixed with tiny baby's breath.

The white horse pulled away, facing the tank, raised its front hooves high, stood up, raised its head and roared.