"I asked, are the goods we have prepared enough? There are many more Polish ghosts than I thought. I'm afraid there won't be enough."
The scene in front of him not only frightened Malashenko, but also frightened Iushkin who was not expecting it.
The Poles who queued up to receive supplies ranged from old to young, from old men in their seventies to eighties to children as young as five or six years old.
Under the supervision of the Red Army soldiers responsible for maintaining order, these Poles were relatively honest.
You can't expect such a group of hungry green-eyed people to inherently understand discipline and follow the rules with you. But as long as the thing in your hand is powerful enough and can produce a terrifying deterrent effect, then this group of people will
Even if it is for the sake of my own life, I will choose to listen to you, as is the case now.
"If it's not enough, just bring in another batch. Anyway, we have plenty of them logistically."
With a cigarette in his mouth and squatting in a corner of the square, Malashenko looked more like a gangster than a major general. His body was full of fluids and he was full of loyalty without speaking. He looked at the group of Polish soldiers.
The look in a person's eyes is like that of a gangster looking at a group of leeks living on his own territory.
"We defeated the most elite Wehrmacht division of the Germans and wiped them out all at once. The food supplies captured were enough to feed all the Poles you see here for a month. How many people can fit in such a small square?
Even if it’s stuffed, it can’t be compared with a large-scale National Defense Force division. Let’s distribute it openly today, no matter what, these things taste like chewing horse manure and they will go bad if we keep them ourselves.”
Indeed, as Malashenko said, the level of the leadership division, which is known as the most elite in the Soviet Army in terms of combat effectiveness, has long been different from what it used to be, and has undergone earth-shaking changes.
If you can eat fresh food, never eat canned food; if you can eat fresh meat until full, don't eat animal organs.
I have long been tired of the canned Sempam luncheon meat that the Yankees provided me with. I can’t remember the last time I ate it. What little stock there is is now piled up in the division’s logistics and munitions department and no one cares about it.
The sky is full of ashes.
So at this time, if you tell the leader about those German cans, you will really look down on them and simply dismiss them. No one is willing to eat them if they are seized. They don’t have time to eat these things.
I eat a warm meal of beef stew with potatoes. Doesn’t it taste good? Not to mention that the German guy’s old canned food is really getting worse and worse, to the point where it’s comparable to “Mussolini’s ass”.
It seems too extravagant and wasteful to just throw it away, so what should I do?
It's easy to say that the problem can be solved by using the waste and sending it to the Polish ghosts. It just happens that the Poles can be used as "garbage crushers", and they will have to be grateful to you after being used.
Among the neatly stacked boxes of seized materials in the small square were not only cans and grains, but also a large number of non-staple foods and snacks distributed by the Germans.
There are all kinds of things like cigarettes, chocolate, sugar, coffee, etc. During the war years, this was an absolute hard currency. In many cases, it was even more valuable than food. You can get more things by bartering.
, but these things are not available to everyone in Poland.
In these days, it is absolutely the best among breads, and it is the B2 stealth strategic bomber among breads.