The sunshine and air in the early morning are the most refreshing and refreshing time. Bathing in the early morning sunshine makes the whole person feel much calmer.
Malashenko likes this feeling. He likes to have his political commissar comrades to cover for him. He likes to sleep quietly until the sun is shining on his buttocks without anyone coming to look for trouble. He likes to wake up normally after getting up in the morning.
I brewed a cup of American coffee plundered from Karachev, held in my other hand a piece of black bread that was as hard as a brick but at least filling, and held a freshly lit American cigarette in my mouth. Comrade Brigade Commander had a wonderful day.
So this session started at seven o'clock in the morning.
He had just arrived at the pile of stones in the small square in the center of the village to sit down for breakfast. Lavrinenko, who was also holding bread and a kettle in his hands and a stack of what looked like newspapers under his arm, arrived.
Sitting quietly next to Malashenko.
"I knew you were here as soon as I guessed it. A good life has almost become a vacation. Be careful not to live a good life and lose your fighting spirit."
Faced with Lavrinenko's kind reminder, Malashenko put the coffee in his hand on a flat stone at his feet, pinched the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke. Malashenko sighed that his recent life was indeed quite good.
Respond jokingly.
"If it weren't for the recent events that make me unable to leave, I would actually like to take a leave and go home. It's better to have Natalia take care of me than having breakfast here with you who hasn't showered in these months."
"Ha, you still want to ask for leave. Didn't you wake up in the morning? You don't even think about going back after I ask for leave. Just stay here honestly."
The dishonest Lavrinenko took a bite of the bread and drooled. The dry bread, which was so hard to chew with his teeth, would be quite difficult to swallow without water.
It was while eating and chatting like this that Lavrinenko quickly remembered the newspaper he had brought with him on this trip.
"Oh, by the way, I have something good to show you. I'm sure you'll like it!"
"Good stuff? What are you talking about?"
Malashenko tilted his head in confusion. Lavrinenko on the side had already handed the newspaper roll in his hand to Malashenko.
"Look at this. I heard that it was a newspaper brought by the British guys who sent us fighter jets. It is said that it contains some information and information that is beneficial to the Red Army's frontline propaganda. Someone deliberately asked for a few copies and kept them. You are not
Do you understand that English? Look at what is written on it? Read it to me, I just had breakfast and had nothing to do."
Malashenko took the newspaper and took a quick look and immediately saw the huge word "thetis" printed on the front page of the newspaper. The content below was accompanied by black and white photos and a large paragraph of English description. It looked exactly like Lavrinenko.
Said to be an original newspaper from the UK.
"This is the Times of England. Where did you get this? It's uh, a miracle, or is it unbelievable that something like this appeared on the front line?"
It was quite incredible for Malashenko to see British newspapers on the Soviet front line. Yiyun Chinese
Although Lavrinenko gave a rough description of the origin of the newspaper, what Malashenko still couldn't figure out was from whom did Lavrinenko get such a strange thing?
Compared with Malashenko's surprised look and disbelief as he stared at the newspaper in his hand, Lavrinenko's expression was much calmer, as if nothing happened.
"Last night a carload of people came to deliver ammunition to us. The lieutenant leading the team chatted with me a few words while signing the handover formalities. I gave him a cigarette to smoke, and he jokingly asked me if I wanted to read a British newspaper.
The kind that my superiors allowed to be circulated. I said yes without thinking too much, but I didn’t expect that he actually had a copy! He said he couldn’t understand it himself, so he gave it to me. He also told me that it contained interesting stories.
Someone who can read newspapers told him this."
After listening to Lavrinenko's description and explanation, Malashenko looked a little confused. Why did the origin of this newspaper become more and more ridiculous? It was like a loan book from a library that had been circulated by an unknown number of people.
"Okay, let's forget about it and let's see what's written in the newspaper."
The material life and spiritual life on the front line are all extremely scarce, and there are no entertainment facilities. In the past two days, Malashenko and Lavrinenko have even begun to reshape their outlook on life with classic Soviet literary masterpieces.
There is a newspaper from the UK that is indeed quite curious.
"Well, the headline on the front page is that the Germans took several times longer to capture several streets in the Soviet Union than it did to capture France, and they are still unable to move forward!"
After finishing the first paragraph, Malashenko looked at each other and Lavrinenko beside him, and the two good brothers burst into laughter in unison.
"Hahaha, I like the way this British guy is described! It sounds so good! Keep reading, Malashenko, hurry up."
Malashenko, whose smile never faded, took another puff of cigarette and ate a piece of bread, and soon continued to read.
"I am your old friend Robert, bringing you the latest first-hand news from the Soviet battlefield."
"The city is burning like hell, Satan, eh, what's going on? The following text has been crossed out?"
Malashenko, who was about to read it in one breath, hesitated to speak. The second paragraph of the article was crossed out and covered with handwriting. Judging from the repeated smearing, it was obviously intentional.
"Okay, you know why it was crossed out, Lavery, continue with what was not crossed out."
"At Mamayev Heights, Pavlov Building, and Stalingrad Train Station No. 1, all German attacks were ruthlessly crushed! The Germans mobilized heavy troops to charge repeatedly but only got corpses, and more
Corpses, and enough territory to bury them, the French under the leadership of Joan of Arc and Napoleon are not even one-tenth as brave as the Russians!"
“An anonymous German soldier who returned home on vacation told this newspaper’s informant that there was a terrifying legend circulating in Stalingrad about a Russian steel butcher who could kill people in their sleep and take away their lives.
No one who crossed this Russian steel butcher came back alive! Reminiscent of the horrific and inhumane Jack the Ripper, doesn't it? But the Germans don't need to be treated with humanity, the Russians will take their lives with ruthless revenge
!”
"Crazy killings are still continuing in Stalingrad. There are Russian-speaking ruins here that make the German soldiers crazy and hysterical. Everyone is thinking about a fatal question. Can these German soldiers who fought bloody battles for Hitler, be able to
Go back to your hometown and see your mother again?"