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

Chapter 44 Do you think I'm a fool?

Fighting continued on the north bank of the Meshkova River throughout the day on December 12.

The German army was still making its final efforts in Gromoslavka, Ivanovka, Vasilyevka, Kapkinsky and other places.

After several tit-for-tat counterattacks, the 2nd Guards Army inflicted heavy damage on the German army. Not only had the tanks of the 6th and 17th Armored Divisions been basically destroyed, but they were also seriously short of fuel. The rescue operation was completely hopeless.

Since the rescue troops could not reach the designated location, the besieged German troops in Stalingrad finally gave up and used the last bit of pitiful fuel to make a desperate effort.

At this time at the Central Railway Station in Stalingrad, the situation of Gink's troops could no longer be described as tragic.

Everything burnable around has been used as fuel.

In the end, there was no other choice but to release the fuel in the military vehicles for heating, and Jingke could only turn a blind eye to this "violation of discipline."

Even so, everyone was still freezing cold in Russia. People died of hunger and disease every day. The living people didn't even have the energy to grieve, but numbly took off the dead's coats and wrapped themselves around them to keep warm.

Now, this elite force that once galloped across the Eastern Front has become a "beggar" force.

The reserve rations had long been eaten up, and all everyone could do every day was to do nothing and stay quietly, thus reducing unnecessary calorie consumption.

Only the combatants who went out to stand guard or on alert could get the meager and even slightly stale black bread.
Only a very small number of people can get some, and most people can only drink some thin soup. I'm afraid only God knows what it is made of.

The only thing that can support everyone now is probably the news of reinforcements.

Every day, there is an endless stream of people coming to Jingke to ask for news of reinforcements.
At first he would respond kindly, "The reinforcements are attacking with all their might! They will arrive soon."

But as the days passed, there was no sign of reinforcements.

Everyone was getting a little impatient.

Jingke's answer also became "Don't ask too many questions, just keep it, there is a way!"

"Captain, this is not a solution!" Jingke's adjutant (he has no idea how many adjutants he has had, he's too lazy to remember their names) came over to report to him.

"What else do you want to do?" Jingke didn't look happy. He was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back. With a shabby beard and a mouthful of yellow teeth, the image of the spirited young German officer in the past was long gone.

"My advice is to get some food! Otherwise everyone will starve to death!"

Hearing about food, Jingke couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of acid that surged up as a conditioned reflex, and his hunger became even stronger.

"Where can we find food? We have eaten all the rats nearby!" Jingke had thought of all the solutions he could think of, but there was really no other way.

"On the way to the division headquarters, I saw a supply station with many military horses transporting supplies! Why don't we..." The adjutant made a knife-cutting gesture.

"No, no, killing a military horse without authorization will result in a court-martial. I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

"Captain, do you think that if we don't have this idea, others will not do it? To tell you the truth, I saw the regiment next to us eating horse meat yesterday!" "What meat?" His voice was a little louder, and the officers and soldiers around were immediately attracted by the word "meat".
If we ask them to attack a position now, probably no one will pay any attention. But if we ask them to get food, their fighting power will explode.

"Nothing, everyone go back!" Jingke frowned and shouted.

The military discipline of his subordinates is becoming more and more lax. In the past, when he was talking to others, how could his subordinates dare to interrupt him like this?
"Captain, we need to eat. We are all starving to death. What's the point of caring about military discipline? Even if you want to shoot me, you have to give me something to eat." The big sergeant who took the lead looked indifferent.

"Forget it, Captain. These are the sincere words from my brothers. No one wants to starve to death. If we don't take action, those horses will be eaten by others!" The adjutant was still trying to persuade them earnestly.

"Military horses? Where are they?" The big man's eyes immediately lit up and he asked loudly.

All the German soldiers in the room looked over!

Even some seriously injured and unconscious soldiers woke up and showed a strong desire to survive.

After seeing this scene, Jingke realized that he could no longer suppress the rebellion, otherwise it would easily cause a mutiny in the troops.

"Go get the military horses out. We need to consider this matter carefully, and everyone must sign. If something goes wrong, everyone will be in it together. I wonder if you are willing to do this?" The adjutant did not ask for Jingke's consent, but just looked around.

The army is now suffering from severe casualties, with only about a hundred people left here, so his initiative was immediately supported by everyone.

Then everyone looked at Jingke again, and Jingke could only nod.

The supply station was not far from here, and the adjutant personally brought a dozen "strong" soldiers here to look for opportunities.

Due to the martial spirit of the German army, this supply station was usually the most trashy department, and the military horse manager was the "most hopeless" position that almost everyone despised. However, it has now become a "hot commodity" for the entire army group.

Not only Jingke and his men, but other troops also set their sights on these ill-fated war horses.

The manager of the military horses was a fat non-commissioned officer.

It is hard to imagine that in such a difficult place, there would be such an obese non-commissioned officer.
The adjutant didn't waste time talking to him and directly explained his purpose.
"Brother, the military horses here are all registered in the military department. If I give them to you when you are in trouble, won't I be in trouble then?" Even though the adjutant was a lieutenant and he was just a non-commissioned officer, and there was a big difference in rank between the two, the fat non-commissioned officer didn't give him any face at all.

Nonsense, official ranks are of no use now!

If there is no benefit at this time, who would be willing to help you?
The adjutant wanted to kill the fat guy, but he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he could only swallow his anger and tell him the solution he had thought of a long time ago.

"What? You picked up an airdrop? There's bread in it? And wine?" The fat man's eyes lit up when he heard this. Although he had no shortage of horse meat, he couldn't eat it all the time.

Horse meat is different from other meat. It tastes bad and is difficult to digest.

It would be great if we could get something else to change the taste.

"Tsk, do you think I'm a fool? If you have an airdrop, do you still need to come to me for horse meat? You are trying to fool me with such a ridiculous reason?" The fat sergeant looked at the ragged adjutant and others with a sneer on his face.

(End of this chapter)