On December 20, Lieutenant Herbert Kontz of the 100th Bombers Flying his HE-111 over the German pilot over the Caucasus.

The command gave him the order: "Look carefully at if there is any place still fighting or where there are Soviets gathering, and then drop your bombs or report to the command, and we will send more planes!"

Kontz circled 6,000 meters above the mountain, and no anti-aircraft gun or anti-aircraft machine gun fired at him. The thick fog covered the peaks below, and a piece of white snow made it difficult for him to find Soviet soldiers wearing white camouflage uniforms.

The observer glanced at the radiocommunication officer and said, "Nothing is there, or they are right below, but we can't find anything!"

The radio signal reported these words to the command center, and soon received an order to return.

As the temperature gradually dropped, the temperature in the Caucasus Mountains dropped to minus 37 degrees Celsius, which made both the enemy and us stung. In many places, there was no need to worry about sneak attacks, because if anyone did this, they would be frozen to death outside rather than dead under the enemy's gun...

The cold in the Caucasus mountains is different from the cold in the Battle of Moscow.

The extreme cold during the Moscow Defense War was minus forty degrees Celsius, which was lower than the temperature in the Caucasus Mountains at this time.

The problem is that there is a strong mountain wind in the Caucasus Mountains... It's okay if there is no wind, and the clothes on your body will keep the body's temperature for a period of time.

It's a torture when there is wind, and it won't take long to lose heat on your body. Especially the feet, they gradually lose consciousness, just like they are stepping on the ice barefoot, because the mountain wind and low temperatures have long taken away the temperature of shoes and socks. The snot is not controlled at all and flows out involuntarily. What's worse is that before all of them flow down, ice strips formed under the nostrils...

This bad weather also caused the Soviet and German armies to truce completely.

However, despite this, the German army had to be careful because every day, many Soviets secretly ran to their camp to surrender... What the Soviets lacked was not only food, but also fuel and necessary fortifications (except for the Soviet army on the Kazbek Peak that occupied part of the German army's fortifications, the Soviet army in the local area had no fortifications).

And under such extreme cold conditions, without these, it means death. Under the threat of death, the Soviet army had no choice but to surrender to the German army.

"You are the last patrol plane!" The command tower told Koonts: "At least this winter, we don't think there is any need to waste fuel in the future until next spring!"

"Oh ho!" The soldiers on the bomber couldn't help but cheer.

Just as they lowered their altitude and flew over Kinovburg, the observer saw a group of people playing baseball below, so he was moved.

"Sir!" the observer asked: "Since we have no tasks this winter, can we organize a baseball game?"

"Good idea, lieutenant!" replied the commander: "You can use this as a good time to relax yourself!"

So, a baseball game led by Air Force Commander Major General Lorenz was launched in the German army stationed in the Caucasus.

The one who is most excited about this kind of thing is Werner. As soon as he heard the news, he immediately jumped out of bed: "Hey, it's finally my turn to show off!"

"Lieutenant Colonel!" Then Werner ran to Qin Chuan and reported: "I plan to form a baseball team and join us?"

"Forget it, Werner!" Qin Chuan replied: "I know nothing about baseball!"

Qin Chuan did not lie. He could play some football and play blue balls, but he had never touched baseball... As a Chinese, he had more contact with table tennis. Almost every school has table tennis tables, but baseball stadiums are rare.

"Please, Lieutenant Colonel!" said Werner: "I can teach you that you are the 'Legend Sergeant', you can do it!"

The soldiers couldn't help but laugh.

"Forget it, Werner!" said the baker: "You just want something to surpass Lieutenant Colonel!"

"If the Soviets also played this baseball game with us!" Alphredo said: "I'll call you a lieutenant colonel!"

"Yes!" said Dominic: "Lieutenant Colonel only seems to be suitable for fighting the Soviets!"

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"Sorry, Werner!" Qin Chuan refused: "That stage belongs to you. You should find some experienced people to form a team and then win the championship for our 21st Armored Division!"

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel!" Werner stepped forward and replied.

The baseball game before the battlefield was still very small at the beginning, and it was limited to the German troops within the Transcaucasus, and it was generally teamed in divisions.

But after a few matches, Marshal Manstein also heard about this.

"This is a very good idea!" Manstein told the staff officer: "A game can relax the soldiers without leaving the front line. More importantly,... this is a humiliation and blow to the Soviets!"

"Hurt? Strike?" The staff officer didn't understand what Manstein meant.

"Of course!" Manstein replied: "This is a game on the land of the Soviet Union. On the other hand, the Soviets were short of food and clothing on the front line, and even had to build roads in the cold and bridges to prepare for next year's battle. But we still have the energy to organize an event... What do you think the Soviets would feel when they heard this? We can even publicize the competition to the Soviets through the radio!"

This is very consistent with Manstein's aristocratic spirit. What they like most is to use this kind of civilized and spiritual humiliation to the enemy, and the enemy cannot even respond.

"So!" said Manstein. "Why don't we expand this game to the Army Group? Although it may have to waste a little fuel (the participating baseball teams need to fly to the competition site), we have plenty of fuel!"

Manstein immediately reported this idea to Hitler.

Hitler did not think much and agreed to this "game" plan on the spot... At this time, Hitler's control over the front-line troops was getting tighter and more tighter, and all the transfers at the army level and above required Hitler's personal approval.

While everyone knows this is the opposite of the flexibility and art of the German army in combat, no one dares to try to protest.

Of course, Qin Chuan's thoughts were not on this.

If baseball is a relaxation for German soldiers, then Qin Chuan's relaxation is to take this time to concentrate on further discussing the improvement of helicopters with Conrad and Bidman.
Chapter completed!