Chapter 672 Vole Killer

The 1st Infantry Regiment got three days of rest.

Of course, this kind of rest can't really be called rest, because they were hiding in the trenches, and a few shells would fly from the sky from time to time. If you don't pay attention to bending down when walking in the trenches, there will be a bullet flying from the opposite side and your brain will burst.

This is a combat state for other troops, but it is a rest for the German army in Stalingrad... Because at this time, the northern defense line is still under the attack of several Soviet armies.

"Have you heard?" Eberhard sat down next to Qin Chuan and handed him a cigarette while he was squatting in the trench: "Those guys squatting on the northern defense line haven't slept for days and nights!"

"I know!" Werner replied: "When I went to the infirmary yesterday..."

As he spoke, Werner raised the bandage on his right arm. This guy was not injured at all in the battle to attack Stalingrad. Instead, he was knocked unconscious by a shell that fell nearby while squatting in the field toilet and smoking... When the soldiers found him, he was almost buried alive, and buried alive by filth.

This made Werner, who was always active, silent for two days. Fortunately, he only suffered a minor injury in his arm.

Werner is obviously still a little scared, but he heard from others that he was more annoyed by the filth.

"I saw several wounded soldiers there!" Werner said, "They came from the northern defense line. Their wounds were still bleeding, but they were already asleep!"

"How do you know they were asleep, not..." The baker asked halfway, because it was taboo to say such things on the battlefield.

"I thought so at first!" Werner said, "but then I heard snoring!"

Werner's words made the officers and soldiers around him a little unimaginable. They fell asleep while injured, so you can imagine how tired they were.

After a long while, the baker said, "So, boys, we are very happy here, aren't we?"

"Yes!" Dominic replied, "At least we are not that sleepy. If I were him... I wouldn't dare to sleep."

The soldiers all understood what this meant. There are many examples of people leaving this world in a daze after falling asleep, and no one cares. They are just one of the many casualties, and everyone seems to be used to it.

And it is precisely this that is the most terrifying.

The baker was right. The days of being stationed on the state-owned farms could indeed be called "happy", especially since one could always find one or two green vegetables on the farm, or a few radishes or potatoes would fall from the sky when a shell came over.

In fact, what was even more "happy" was that there were rats in the wheat fields... In the past, German "gentlemen" would be scared to death when they saw this thing, and some people even feared rats more than the enemy.

This is understandable. There was a large-scale outbreak of plague in Europe in the Middle Ages... The reason for the large-scale outbreak was that Europeans at that time generally did not pay attention to hygiene, garbage was thrown away at will, drinking water was polluted, rats were rampant, and the fleas they carried spread the plague everywhere, resulting in a sharp drop of nearly half of the entire European population.

Under this extremely painful lesson, Europeans began to pay attention to urban hygiene and built sewer facilities.

At the same time, rats inevitably left a huge shadow in their hearts.

However, when Qin Chuan caught a few voles, peeled them, and skewered them on branches and roasted them in the fire, the fragrance that drifted in the wind immediately made the nearby German soldiers drool.

When Qin Chuan gnawed the charred skewer of voles with relish, the German soldiers could no longer hold back.

"Major!" Yakop looked at the food in Qin Chuan's hand and asked knowingly: "How does it taste?"

"Well, it's great!" Qin Chuan answered vaguely, then handed the skewer of voles to Yakop and asked: "Do you want to try it?"

"No, no!" Yakop still refused: "This... won't be a problem?"

"What will be the problem?" Qin Chuan asked back.

"I don't know!" Yakop looked at the others and answered: "I mean, can it be eaten?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Qin Chuan asked back, while biting off a piece of voles meat.

For food, Europeans often fall into a misunderstanding: humans are omnivores, and there is nothing they can't eat as long as it is healthy and nutritious. But Europeans, because of the monotony and poverty of their own food culture...they only eat the same few kinds of food and cook the same few ways, so they get used to such a diet and think that their diet is simple. In turn, they will look at the rich and colorful Chinese food and cooking methods with tinted glasses, and even simply attribute it to "Chinese people can put anything on the table."

In the end, it was Dominic who mustered up the courage: "Major, can I try it?"

"Of course!" Qin Chuan simply broke off the branch and gave one to Dominic.

Dominic was still a little scared when he saw the black thing in front of him that looked like a field mouse, but after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally mustered up the courage to bite it with his eyes closed.

"Hmm!" After a while, Dominic slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qin Chuan unexpectedly, nodded and said: "You are right, Major, it tastes good!"

He said that he could no longer care about anything else, and opened his mouth to eat.

The soldiers were obviously still hesitating, looking at each other.

Dominic said in disbelief: "Please, gentlemen. This is a battlefield. We don't know when we will die, but you are worried that the roasted field mice will kill you!"

After Dominic said this, the soldiers suddenly realized it, and each of them mustered up the courage to ask Qin Chuan for a little to try.

Although there were too many people and too little porridge, each person only got a small piece, but the result was out of control.

"Well, it tastes really good!"

"It tastes a bit like... the crispy skin of roast duck!"

"I think we should get more of this stuff!"

"I agree!"

"Count me in!"

...

So a "rat-catching special operations team" was quickly formed. Everyone held a stick in their hands. When they found a rat hole, they stood in position and surrounded it. Two people started digging with engineer shovels...

When the rats came out, they chased and beat them with sticks.

Werner was the most experienced in this regard. At least half of the field mice died at his hands. For this reason, he excitedly waved his stick and shouted: "Yo, see? I am the 'field mouse killer'!"