The 1st Infantry Regiment was given three days' rest.

Of course, this kind of rest cannot be truly called a rest, because they are hiding in the trenches, and a few shells will fly from time to time in the sky. If you don't pay attention to bending down while walking in the trenches, there will be another bullet. It flies from the opposite side and beats you to pieces.

This is a fighting state for other troops, but for the German troops in Stalingrad, it is a rest... because at this time, the northern defense line is still resisting the attacks of several Soviet armies.

"Have you heard?" Eberhard sat next to Qin Chuan and handed Qin Chuan a cigarette while he was squatting in the trench: "Those guys squatting on the northern defense line haven't slept a wink for days and nights! "

"I know!" Werner replied: "When I went to the infirmary yesterday..."

As he spoke, Werner raised the bandage on his right arm. This guy was not injured at all during the assault on Stalingrad. Instead, he was knocked unconscious by a nearby artillery shell while squatting in a field toilet and smoking a cigarette. In the past... when the soldiers found him, he was almost buried alive, and he was still buried alive with filth.

This made Werner, who had always been restless, silent for two days. Fortunately he only suffered a minor injury to his arm.

Werner is obviously still a little frightened, but according to others, he is more annoyed by the filth.

"I saw a few wounded people there!" Werner said: "They came down from the northern defense line. Their wounds were still bleeding, but they were already asleep!"

"How do you know they are asleep and not..." the baker asked halfway, because it is taboo to say such words on the battlefield.

"I thought so at first!" Werner said. "But then I heard snoring!"

Werner's words made it difficult for the surrounding officers and soldiers to imagine that they fell asleep despite being injured. One can imagine how exhausted they were.

After a while, the baker said, "So, boys, we're happy here, aren't we?"

"Yes!" Dominic continued, "At least we're not that sleepy yet. If I were him... I wouldn't dare to sleep."

The soldiers all understood what this meant. There were many examples of them falling asleep and leaving the world in a daze, and no one cared. They were just one of the many casualties, and everyone seemed to be used to it.

And it is precisely this that is the most terrifying.

The baker was right. The days stationed at the state-owned farm could indeed be called "happiness", especially since one or two vegetables could always be found on the farm, or a few radishes or radishes would fall from the air when a cannonball came. A few potatoes down.

In fact, what is even more "happy" is that there are rats in the wheat fields... In the past, German "gentlemen" would have been scared to death if they saw this thing. Some people were even more afraid of rats than their enemies.

This is understandable. There was a large-scale outbreak of plague in Europe in the Middle Ages... The reason for the large-scale outbreak was that Europeans at that time generally did not pay attention to hygiene. Garbage was discarded at will, drinking water was contaminated, rats were rampant, and the fleas they carried were everywhere. The plague spread, causing the entire European population to plummet by nearly half.

After this extremely painful lesson, Europeans began to pay attention to urban sanitation and built sewer facilities.

At the same time, rats inevitably left a huge shadow in their hearts.

However, when Qinchuan caught a few voles, skinned them, strung them on branches and roasted them in the fire, the scent that drifted in the wind immediately made the nearby German soldiers salivate.

When Qinchuan was nibbling the burnt field mouse skewers with relish, the German soldiers could no longer bear it.

"Major!" Yacop looked at the food in Qin Chuan's hand and asked knowingly, "How does it taste?"

"Well, great!" Qin Chuan answered vaguely, then handed the field mouse string to Yacop and asked, "Want to try it?"

"No, no!" Yacop still refused: "Isn't this... a problem?"

"What's the problem?" Qin Chuan asked.

"I don't know!" Jakop looked at the others and replied, "I mean, is it edible?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Qin Chuan asked, while chewing a piece of vole meat.

Regarding food, Europeans often fall into a misunderstanding: humans themselves are omnivores, and there is nothing they cannot eat as long as it is healthy and nutritious. But because of the monotony and poverty of their own food culture... Europeans only eat the same kind of food and make it in the same way over and over again. So when they get used to this kind of diet, they feel that their diet is simple. In turn, they will also have colored Looking at the rich and varied diets and practices of the Chinese people through glasses, one can even simply attribute it to "the Chinese can put anything on the dining table."

Finally, it was Dominic who plucked up the courage: "Major, can I give it a try?"

"Of course!" Qin Chuan simply broke off the branch and gave one to Dominic.

Dominic was still a little scared when he looked at the black and field-mouse-like thing in front of him, but after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally plucked up the courage to bite it with his eyes closed.

"Hmm!" After a while, Dominic slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Qin Chuan unexpectedly, nodded and said, "You are right, Major, it tastes good!"

As he said that, he no longer cared about anything, and opened his mouth to eat a big meal.

The soldiers were obviously still hesitating, looking at each other.

Dominic said incredulously: "Please, gentlemen. This is a battlefield. We don't know when we will die, but you are worried about whether the roasted field mice will kill you!"

When Dominic said this, the soldiers suddenly realized, and each of them mustered up the courage to ask Qin Chuan to give it a try.

Although there were many monks and few people, each person only got a small piece, but the result was out of control.

"Hmm, it tastes really good!"

"Tastes a little like...the crispy skin of roast duck!"

"I think we should get more of this!"

"I agree!"

"Count me in!"

So a "rat hunting special operations team" was quickly formed. Everyone held a stick in their hand. When they found a mouse hole, they stood up and surrounded it. The two people started digging with engineer shovels...

When the mouse sprang out, it was chased and beaten with sticks.

Werner is the best at this. At least half of the voles died under his hands. For this reason, he excitedly waved his stick and shouted: "Yohe, did you see it? I am the 'Vole Killer'!"

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