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We walked in the direction of the prisoners' team towards the factory gate of "Red October". After a short walk, suddenly a ragged soldier rushed in front of me and stretched out his dirty hands in front of me. , While still talking non-stop. Dagger... Before I could react, Captain Yushchenko who was next to him rushed forward, kicking the captive to the ground, and then pointed his assault rifle at the opponent’s head. unit.

I was afraid that Yushchenko would shoot the captive to death, and quickly raised my hand to stop him. Although I didn't understand what the captive was talking about, I could guess that he must have been hungry and rushed out of the queue at the risk of being killed. The captive who had escaped from the dead climbed up from the ground with difficulty, looking at Yushchenko who was pointing his gun at him with a look of horror, his body trembling like chaff.

"Captain, do you have anything to eat?" Seeing the embarrassed prisoner in front of me, I felt a little unbearable, so I turned to Yushchenko and said politely, "Give him some."

Yushchenko has always executed my orders unconditionally. He carried the assault rifle on his shoulder, then took out a small paper bag from his briefcase, opened it and took out two biscuits from it, and handed it to the horrified person. Captive. The captive took the biscuits in his hand, stuffed it in his mouth, and ate it hungrily.

Yushchenko grabbed the captive by the shoulders and pushed him into the prisoner's queue. Although he didn't say a word, the captive had already understood it and walked towards the team honestly. Yushchenko, perhaps because he gave the captive his precious food, felt extremely upset in his heart, and kicked the captive's **** again.

Seeing the captives returned to the team, they staggered along with the flow of people. I returned to Gurov, who was standing next to me, and said to him embarrassedly, "Comrade Military Commissioner, let's go back."

Gurov glanced at me and nodded, saying nothing. Just stepped forward.

When the two of us entered the building and walked up the stairs full of masonry and rubble, Gurov suddenly said, "Oshanina, you may not know it. Due to the cold weather and transportation difficulties, it may be very difficult to transport. For a long time, we are unable to provide the prisoners with the necessary food, medicine and winter clothing. Even if the supplies arrive, we must first ensure that our officers and soldiers are full, and then the remaining residents of the city. If there is excess food. , We will give priority to the captured wounded and sick."

Gurov's words made me take a breath, if the situation is really like what he said. Thousands of captives will die because of hunger and severe cold. Besides, I also know that German prisoners were escorted to prisoner-of-war camps, and they often encountered Soviet commanders passing by. They ignored the prohibition of the order and shot the prisoners unscrupulously. Once these things spread, it will become more difficult for German soldiers to surrender willingly in future battles.

Gurov is good at observing words and looks. When he noticed the strange expression on my face, he said earnestly, "Oshanina. Do you think we don't want to fulfill the promise to the German soldiers in the surrender book? But there is no way, if it was not our luck. Okay, there happened to be an iceberg floating down. It happened to stop at the ferry terminal and let us build the ice transportation line overnight, we now estimate that even the basic weapons, ammunition, food and medicine of the army cannot be guaranteed."

Hearing him talking about the floating iceberg, I squashed my mouth disapprovingly, and said inwardly, "What good luck, it is obvious that there are too many ships sunk by the Germans near the pier. That's why the iceberg will just float down. I was stuck in that position, otherwise I wouldn’t know where I was floating."

When we returned to the interim headquarters. The commander inside is walking outwards one after another. Seeing the two of us standing outside, when everyone passed by us. They all took the initiative to raise their hands in salute. When I saw Vitkov and Bantai Leyev coming out talking and laughing, I hurriedly stopped the two of them. "Chief of Staff, and Bantai Leyev School, please go downstairs. Wait for me in the car, I have something to say to you later."

When Gurov and I walked into the meeting room, Trikov gave us a glance, and then asked faintly, "Send General Sedlitz away?"

"Sent away." Gurov replied relievedly, "also sent the trouble away."

Hearing Gurov's words, I couldn't help staring at him with wide eyes, wondering why he said such words.

After hearing what he said, Cuikov nodded unexpectedly and said in agreement, "If we really cooperate with General Seidlitz, we will deploy personnel to form a new force from the invaders who have plundered our country." To be honest, it is difficult for me to accept it psychologically."

"Yes, Comrade Commander, I completely agree with you." Gurov also expressed his opinion without reservation. "If it weren't for General Rokosovsky's flight to Moscow today, the peace match would be temporarily put on hold With Delitz’s cooperation, I really don’t know if I should accompany him to the prison camp to select suitable candidates."

Listening to the two of you talking and talking constantly, I finally figured out what was going on. Although Cui Koff and the others are very polite to Sedlitz, the German general who voluntarily asked to cooperate with us, from their hearts, they are very resistant to this kind of cooperation.

"Comrade Oshanina, take a look at this." While I was listening to Cuikov and Gurov talking, Krylov, who was sitting next to me, suddenly handed two pieces of paper to me.

"Comrade Chief of Staff, what is this?" I asked as I took what was in his hand.

"It's a letter from the German mail we seized. I have someone translated it. Please take a look." After Krylov said these two sentences, he added specifically "This letter, commander Members and military commissars have also seen it."

I put aside the original version of the German letter, and looked at the translation intently. The letter was written by an ordinary German soldier to his family in China. In the first half of the letter, he confided his lovesickness to his family, and then talked about his experience in Stalingrad. You can see that the woman has begun to cut off the flesh of the rotting dead horse to eat. The smell is really unbearable. The injured women and children are slowly dying. Without medical treatment, they live on their own like animals. Extinct, until finally death. I saw a woman's face. There was a piece of shrapnel left. Her nose and mouth were full of bullet holes, and her eyes were bulging outwards. Everything was festered, just waiting for death...."

When I saw the last date of the letter, I couldn’t help asking Krylov in surprise, "Chief of Staff. This letter was captured in October?" When I said this, I couldn’t help thinking about those trapped in the German-occupied area. The residents felt sad. For several months, they could not get any food or medicine, and even insufficient clothes to keep warm from the cold. In the end, he could only die slowly and helplessly in hunger and severe cold.

"Yes! This letter was captured in October," Krylov said emotionally after giving me a positive reply. "If the Germans hadn't attacked Stalingrad, these civilians would have never died. To be. Let us cooperate with these ferocious enemies, and even if we can agree, it is estimated that the soldiers below will not agree."

Hearing what Krylov said, Gurov stopped talking with Trikov. The interface said, "Comrade Oshanina, I know you are soft-hearted, and you don’t see German prisoners starving and freezing. But you have forgotten how they treated those civilians. In the case of our own severe shortage of food, the level is probably unwilling. To provide food for the German prisoners of war, many of the Red Army soldiers are not full now, not to mention the surviving civilians. Therefore, any idea of ​​providing food to the invaders who once plundered their homeland is counterintuitive."

Did not wait for me to speak. Trikov also interrupted and said, "According to the order, these prisoners will be sent to the Dubovica camp north of Stalingrad. The prisoners who cannot hold it will continue to go further north to the Bektovica camp. Your army Twenty thousand prisoners were captured. According to what has just been said, they will not be sent to the camp for the time being. The ruins in the city have to be cleaned up, and tens of thousands of corpses have to be buried. These things require a lot of manpower and the prisoners can do it. These things."

After Cui Kefu finished his order, I stood up and said embarrassedly, "Comrade Commander, the prisoners have done so much work. If they are not provided with some food and medicine, they will not be able to work for long, and there will be no more than a few prisoners left. Up."

After my request was made, Cui Kefu repeatedly shook his head and said in an indisputable tone, "Comrade Oshanina, the political commissar just said that we can't provide the captives with food and medicine. Will the captives be working? Death due to hunger, severe cold, and fatigue is not something you should worry about. Since they are invaders, they should have the consciousness of being punished like this."

I took the task assigned to me by Cui Kefu and left the headquarters dejectedly. When I came outside the building, I saw Vitkov and Bantai Lev standing next to the jeep chatting with Yushchenko. I remembered that I had just asked the two to stay and wait for me, saying that I had something to discuss with them.

I walked to the jeep I was in and said briefly to the three of them, "Captain Yushchenko drove, and Pantai Leev was in the front row. And you, Comrade Chief of Staff, sit in the back with me. I have something to explain to you." After speaking, I opened the door and got off the bus.

When the jeep drove outside the factory, the long line of prisoners had not yet finished. Yushchenko slowed down slightly, and slammed his horn through the team.

The car drove in the direction of our military station. After driving for some distance, Pantai Leyev, who was sitting in the co-pilot's position, turned around and broke the silence in the car. "Comrade Commander, I don’t know if you left me. Come down, any instructions?"

"Which regiment is taking care of the captives?" I left Bantai Leyev because the more than 20,000 captives captured yesterday were kept under the jurisdiction of the 150th Division. I asked him to go to the scene to arrange how to use it. Regarding the prisoners, "the prisoners are still honest, right?"

"Please rest assured, the commander." Bantai Leyev said to me respectfully. "It was the third regiment of Kosca who guarded the captives. At the beginning, there were some captives who instigated trouble. When I ordered several people in the lead to be executed. After that, the captives were honest."

Vitkov, who was sitting next to me, waited for Pantaiyev to finish speaking, and asked nicely, "School, what is the cause of these prisoners' trouble?"

Pantai Leyev shrugged his shoulders and said in a mocking tone, "Why can, of course, want us to provide them with enough food and water, and even hope to provide the wounded and sick with the necessary medicines."

I was closing my eyes and resting. Hearing what Pantai Leyev said, he opened his eyes suddenly and asked, "School, what did you just say? From yesterday to now, you haven't provided them with any food or water for a whole day?"

Although Bantai Leyev didn't know why I asked such a question. But he nodded and answered truthfully, "The commanders in the division only have three days of rations. How can there be extra food for these Germans. As for water, let alone, there is snow everywhere, and they can use it. These will quench your thirst."

Vitkov's remarks about Bantaiyev. Not only did he not refute, but on the contrary he nodded in agreement. From the two people's attitude towards the German prisoners, I understand that I have become an alternative again. The preferential treatment of prisoners is estimated to be only in the East, and here. Captives are a bunch of irrelevant consumables.

I don’t want to argue with my subordinates about this kind of thing, so I endured my heart’s efforts and confessed to the two of them about the task assigned by Cui Koff. "School Bantai Lev, according to the order, the group of German prisoners guarded by your division." For the time being, I don’t need to send them to the camp, but leave them all to work in the city. Responsible for cleaning up the ruins of the building and burying the remains of the dead. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Pantai Leyev replied loudly.

At this moment, the jeep bumped violently, causing my head to almost hit the ceiling. Because of this accident. The anger that I had suppressed for a long time finally broke out, and I shouted at Yushchenko, "Captain, what are you doing, why don't you drive well?"

Yushchenko turned his head and said to me innocently, "I'm sorry, comrade teacher. Because the snow is too deep, I didn't see the dead horse buried in the snow. So I accidentally bumped it."

I looked out of the car window, and I saw a vast expanse of white everywhere. Knowing that Yushchenko was right, he really didn't mean it, so he shook his head, pretending to be generous and said, "Okay, Comrade Lieutenant, please drive well, forget it this time."

Under the guidance of Pantai Leyev, we came to the place where the 150th Division held the prisoners. But after I got off the car, I saw the environment where the prisoners were living, and I immediately understood why the death rate of German soldiers captured by the Soviets was so high. More than 20,000 German prisoners of war were detained in a damaged building without a roof. Almost everyone has a thick layer of snow. If the temperature drops at night, I don't know how many people will freeze to death.

Seeing our arrival, two commanders ran out of a relatively complete building next to it. I looked at them and found that they were all acquaintances. The leader was Captain Dubrovsky, the commander of the 3rd Regiment and 1st Battalion, and the company commander Lieutenant Rosenberg was closely behind him.

After the two saluted me, I replied, "Captain Dubrovsky, how do you keep the prisoners in such a place?"

Dubrovsky took a look at the location of the prisoner and replied, "Report Comrade Commander, that the Germans are locked in a building without a roof so that the soldiers deployed in the nearby building can observe. If anyone is not honest, our snipers can kill them."

Although I knew it was impossible for Captain Dubrovsky to provide any help to the captives, I still asked with a hint of luck, "Captain, did you provide them with food?"

Captain Dubrovsky immediately shook his head like a rattle and replied, "No, comrade commander. We don't have enough food for ourselves, and there is no excess for them. Look," he said, turning and pointing away. , "Those are the corpses we cleaned out of the captives today."

I looked in the direction of his fingers and saw the frozen German corpses unclothed in front of a row of buildings in the distance, neatly laid out as a wall that could not be seen at a glance. Seeing this scene, my heart seemed extremely heavy. Although it was our enemies who died, these enemies had put down their weapons after all, but they still did not escape the fate of death. I bit my molars and asked, "Captain, how many people died in one night?"

"There are almost two." If we could eliminate so many enemies every day some time ago, Paulus's army would have been over. "

"Captain," I didn't get angry when I saw him rejoicing, and raised my voice to tell him, "These prisoners are very important to us, and we have a lot of work to be done by them. If they are all dead, Who is going to do these tasks?"

After hearing this, Captain Dubrovsky scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Comrade Commander, you know, there are more than 20,000 prisoners in addition to the 4,000 captives who surrendered today. I am afraid it will be difficult for us to provide them with enough food. "

Regarding the question raised by Dubrovsky~lightnovelpub.net~, I lowered my head and thought for a moment, and then said to him, "Comrade Captain, you immediately mobilize a group of strong prisoners to form a special team, in our soldiers Under the lead, go nearby to collect food. By the way, when we first came, we saw a few dead horses on the road. You take them to get the horses back, so that things can at least fill the stomachs of many people."

"Comrade Commander, even if you get all the dead horses back, you can't eat them." Dubrovsky stood still and continued to tell me about the difficulties. "There is not enough food to make a fire, so the prisoners can't eat them." Raw meat."

I looked at the captain in front of me who was obviously lacking in his head, and wanted to kick it over, but in the end I managed to control my emotions well. I pointed to the distant building and said to him, "Captain, Did you see the buildings that were blown up? You can ask the prisoners to go there to collect furniture, doors and window frames to make a fire. In addition to heating, you can also cook food. Understand?"

"Understood!" After Captain Dubrovsky answered this sentence, he immediately turned and left with Lieutenant Rosenberg to carry out my orders. (To be continued)

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