It's another bright morning in the morning. It's June and it's not too hot near the Belarusian border. The climate is pleasant. Feeling the breeze blowing on your face on the grassland at this time is simply the most pleasant thing. I feel like I haven't been beaten for a long time.
Comrade Lao Ma is enjoying such a comfortable life.
"Heh...heh-"
A huge yawn indicated that Comrade Lao Ma had not slept well last night. When he woke up early in the morning, he covered his mouth and yawned continuously, which made Comrade Comrade Ma, who was sitting behind the desk correcting documents, frown.
"What did you do last night? I remember you went back to rest early, didn't you? Why did you look like this when you woke up early in the morning?"
Malashenko, who took out a cigarette case from his pocket as he walked, did not answer immediately. It was not until he came to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the comrade in charge that he blinked his eyes and held a cigarette in his mouth.
Yanshengsheng, who had just caught the fire, said.
"I don't know what's going on. It feels like I haven't adjusted my work and rest schedule. It's been two days since I moved from Ukraine to the Belarusian border, and I still feel like I'm not used to the climate. The environment and climate here are very different.
It's great, but I just can't get used to it. I wake up several times even in the middle of the night. Oh, and I woke up drooling all over last night. I don't even understand what happened."
Looking at Malashenko's helpless and "I'm telling the truth" expression, the political commissars who looked at each other just smiled and stopped exploring the issue, and instead pointed to the stack of books on their hands.
asked the two boxes of unopened cans.
"Have you had breakfast? First, please rest your stomach."
Malashenko, who was neither hungry nor full, glanced at the words. His smoky eyes made it difficult to see clearly, and then he subconsciously asked.
"What brand is it? Or those Yankee Spam?"
Comrade Political Commissar said nothing, just smiled and nodded.
"Forget it, forget it, I'm almost sick of this crap!"
“I’ve been eating this stuff since Ukraine this year, either for breakfast, as a late-night snack, or because I couldn’t make it in time for lunch, so I just popped a box of this stuff in the tank to make do. I smell this stuff now.
The taste is disgusting, I would rather eat a piece of brick bread than eat this thing, forget it."
For most Red Army soldiers, being able to regularly eat Spam luncheon meat supported by the United States is definitely a luxury. If they could eat it freely every day, it would be heaven.
Malashenko also found this food very satisfying at first. Although it was a canned artificial meat mixed with starch and viscera, it was still considered meat, and it was quite enjoyable to eat it.
But as long as any food is eaten for a long time, there will be a day when you vomit after eating it. What’s more, Malashenko, who has irregular meal times, often overeats, or is forced to go hungry, eats this stuff almost every day, and he still eats it now
It's completely normal and reasonable to feel annoyed just by looking at this Yankee can.
Rather than eating this, Malashenko would rather eat some hot food freshly prepared by the chef, even if it is canned beef produced in the Soviet Union. The taste is much better than the starchy offal meat of the Americans.
Seeing that Malashenko was not interested in the two boxes of cans on the table, Commissar Petrov, who guessed that he was not hungry if he didn't eat, said no more, and instead picked up a document he had on hand and handed it to Marashenko.
In front of Shenke.
"I think you might be very interested in this. I suggest you take a look. It was just delivered this morning, when you were still sleeping in."
"Um?"
The document handed over by Comrade Political Commissar was very thin, only a few pages thick including the cover. It did not look like a combat order or deployment arrangement document, but more like a briefing or a telegram.
"What is this?"
With a look of curiosity on his face, Malashenko reached out and took the document and opened the cover.
"The intelligence work of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been very successful. We can now collect a lot of intelligence from Europe, and this is the latest one sent to the front line."
"Aren't you always interested in the battle situation after the Allied forces landed in Normandy? What is written here is the latest news, but...well, it can be said that the situation is not good."
"Nominally speaking, we are still allies with those Allied forces. Their current miserable situation is indeed worthy of sympathy. In other words, who would have thought that those proud and domineering British Americans with their noses in the air could be as miserable as they are today."
Following Comrade Political Commissar's explanation, Malashenko, who had already opened the document, began to review it line by line. This was obviously a handwritten version of the intelligence personnel's first-hand feedback.
"The overall Allied offensive is progressing fairly smoothly, but this is based on relying on their powerful air power and offshore naval gun support. In local battlefields, especially in ground confrontations with German armored forces, the Allied forces showed
The record and combat effectiveness are unexpectedly poor."
"The German armored forces have an absolute qualitative advantage over the Allies, especially in the heavy armored forces. The gap is most obvious. The Allies lack the anti-armor firepower that can deal with the German King Tiger heavy tanks, and almost all types of Allied tanks cannot
Effective against the German Panthers and King Tigers."
"There are unconfirmed reports that the British Firefly medium tank can effectively deal with the German heavy armor, but this lacks verifiable real combat examples. Information and some performance parameters about the British Firefly medium tank have been
Once collected, details will be attached in the second half of the report.”
"Most of the time, the Allies can only rely on their air power to deal with German armored forces. Allied ground forces will even take the initiative to retreat when encountering small groups of German armored forces, waiting for the support of powerful anti-armor firepower.
Once the aircraft arrives or aviation is in place, action will be taken again."
"But in general, the anti-armor efficiency of the Allied aviation force is not very high. The number of fighter planes that attack is not proportional to the number of German tanks destroyed. The combat efficiency is far lower than that of our Red Army aviation force. It is only better than the Allied fighter planes.
The total quantity is huge, and many can be attacked in one day."
"The Germans have invested in a new type of fully armored anti-aircraft tank. It is believed to have very good actual combat effects in front-line air defense operations and has achieved a certain record of shooting down. The specific situation of this tank is not yet clear, and there are only a few
A large number of elite German armored units have received this equipment. We are trying to find ways to collect intelligence as soon as possible, but this still takes some time."
"In addition, there is another German armored ace worth mentioning. His name is Michel Wittmann, captain and deputy battalion commander of the 101st Independent Heavy Armored Battalion of the SS."