I asked you to escape, but you became a soldier in World War II

Chapter 29 Operation Winter Storm Begins

Life became increasingly difficult. Although daily food rations had been restored, the amount and quality of the rations were getting worse and worse.

On December 12, the long-suppressed dissatisfaction finally broke out among this group of ragged German soldiers.

"Why do we only get this bowl of soup?"

"It's called corn soup, but there's nothing in it and it's black and gooey. How can you eat it?"

"Why is there only so much black bread? I finished it in two bites. Are you going to starve us to death?"

"Is this the food for the frontline combat troops?"

Faced with the excited soldiers, the quartermaster was just a junior non-commissioned officer and was unable to control the situation at all. He could only ask Jingke for help.

"Shut up! Do you want to rebel?" Jingke yelled, and everyone began to quiet down.

"The Russians have surrounded us, and the supplies from behind can't be delivered. Now we have to rely on air transport for food! It's good to have something to eat. If you think the food is not delicious, you can go eat the snow outside! It tastes very good!"

His hoarse throat became even worse after all the stretching. He took the military water bottle handed to him by the orderly, took a big gulp, and then wiped his cracked lips.

"From today on, I will eat the same food as everyone else. I will eat whatever you eat! Everyone, shut up. Anyone who complains again will be dealt with by the military police."

After saying that, he poured all the food in his lunch box into the soup pot, then stirred it vigorously with a spoon, scooped a spoonful for himself, walked to the side and started eating.

Seeing this, other officers had no choice but to follow suit and cancel the preferential treatment for those poor officers.

The officers and soldiers ate the same food, which temporarily calmed the riot.

After lunch, Jingke couldn't hold it in any longer and ran to the division headquarters again.

It had been less than a month since he last met Division Commander Hartmann, and he could hardly recognize his old superior.

His original high spirits had long since disappeared, and at this moment he was slumped on the bed in a low, cold basement.

His cheeks were very thin and his hair was messy.

"What's this, Commander?" Jingke couldn't believe his eyes. Was this still Hartmann, the commander of the 71st Division whom he admired?
"The division commander seems to have typhoid fever, and there is currently a lack of specific medicine to treat this disease. Please be brief and don't take up too much time." The orderly handed Jingke a cup of hot water, then quietly retreated.

"Master, what's wrong with you? I'm Jingke!"

Hartman struggled to open his eyes, and after seeing who was coming, he forced out a smile that was not much better than crying, "Jingke, are you still alive?"

Jingke looked confused. How could you ask like that when you meet someone?
Is the commander mentally ill?
"Cough cough cough~"

Hartmann coughed violently and sat up. He spoke with great effort, "On the 12th, Hoth's Fourth Panzer Army launched an attack from the south. It is said that this rescue operation was commanded by Field Marshal Manstein. The code name was Winter Storm."

"Field Marshal Manstein is in command? He is our German military god! It looks like our southernmost troops have a good chance of being rescued!" Jingke was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Cough, cough, cough~" Hartmann coughed again. Jingke walked over to pat his back and put on his general uniform. "Hoth's troops have been fighting for a long time and are already exhausted. The other troops transferred here are probably not much better. They can't break through just by charging like this."

"Isn't it?"

"Unless we can take the initiative and send an elite force to attack southward from here, establish contact with Hoth, and then run away as many as possible!" He looked desperate, "But I don't think Paulus would agree. He is as obedient as a sheepdog!"

Gink was quite surprised to hear this. Hartmann was so lazy that he didn't even bother to address Paulus by his title. He really had a huge prejudice against him.

"Jingke, listen to my advice. Find an excuse and return home as soon as possible. With the failure of the rescue operation, it will become more and more difficult to leave." After forcing himself to say these words, he coughed violently again. This time, blood came out of his palm.

"Commander, you..." Jingke was shocked. His first thought was to report it and then send the commander back to the country for treatment.

Unexpectedly, Hartman waved his hand weakly and said, "Forget it. So many of my subordinates died here. Even if I recover after returning, I can't face their families. Don't worry about me. I hope you can seriously consider my advice. You are still young, and you are the future of the empire!"

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"Lin, yesterday the Germans launched an attack from the south to break the siege! Do you think they will attack us?" Sergeant Pavlov was radiant at the moment, wearing a thick winter combat uniform. He and Lin Chen were on the roof of the building, looking out at the south of the city.

"It's unlikely. We are now strong and powerful, and we are no longer what we used to be." Lin Chen wiped the 98K sniper rifle in his hand over and over again.

He liked this rifle so much, and because it was Hessler's personal customized model, he used an eight-fold scope for the first time (the standard one is six times), which greatly improved his accuracy. Of course, the technical requirements for the shooter were also higher.

"Well, I also think they can't get through. Now the German army on the opposite side has been frightened by you. When do you think we should launch the general attack?"

"Ha, if you can avoid a forceful attack, it's best not to force it. Isn't it better to wait for them to surrender?" Lin Chen looked at the other side with a joking face, "It probably won't be long before they run out of food. In this kind of horrible weather, how can the German transport planes take off normally?"

The two smiled at each other, and both felt the desire and confidence for victory in each other's eyes.

"Comrade Pavlov, there's a call from the division headquarters!" The signals soldier ran up to report.

"whats the matter?"

The signalman didn't say much and just handed the telegram over with both hands.

Pavlov frowned after reading it, then handed it to Lin Chen.

"The Germans are crazy. Their tanks are rushing towards our front line like crazy. They crossed the 51st Army's defense line on the Aksai River yesterday. The division headquarters asked us to transfer some soldiers to the south to assist in defense and prevent the enemy from advancing further."

"Well, the battle in the south is expected to be extremely difficult. This is the last hope of the German Sixth Army!" Lin Chen glanced at the soldiers downstairs, "I will take some soldiers with me. You are needed here. As long as you defend the position well, the German army on the opposite side will not have the strength to continue the attack."

"There's actually nothing big going on here. How about I go?" Pavlov was well aware of the danger of Lin Chen going south.

"It's clearly written in the telegram, you stay! Are you going to disobey orders? Don't worry, the enemy is just struggling to survive. It will probably be a few days before the general offensive against the German army begins!"

The book has achieved good results in its trial run, all thanks to the kindness of all the readers. I will always remember it in my heart, thank you!
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