Steel Soviet Union

Playing with the food in the lunch box with a spoon and chewing slowly, Lavrinenko, who was obviously much more elegant than Malashenko's wolfing down, spoke quietly again.

"What kind of meat do you think this is? I always feel it's a bit strange, both in texture and taste. It feels very strange."

Malashenko, who was just plucking something into his mouth, could still take his time to recollect it. Malashenko, who could only think of the word "really delicious", took a big bite of the black bread in his right hand and didn't even look up. The ground opened his mouth and replied.

"No matter what kind of meat it is, pork, beef, chicken, it doesn't all taste the same in the stomach. If you are in the mood to sigh here, why not eat it while it's hot? If you don't want to eat it, give it to me. I don't seem to be full enough, so be careful. It’s cold.”

Lavrinenko, who was speechless for Malashenko, the sullen foodie boss, could only shake his head slightly, picked up the spoon from the side of the lunch box, scooped out a piece of potato and was about to put it into his mouth. Engineer Ivankov, who was walking again, appeared in front of the two of them again.

After seeing the familiar figure in front of him, he immediately had an idea. Lavrinenko, who wanted to know what kind of meat it was, immediately raised his head and asked Engineer Ivankov with a smile.

"Engineer Ivankov, the taste of this potato stew is a bit strange. I have never eaten meat with this taste before. Can you tell me what kind of meat it is made of?"

Engineer Ivankov, who was still maintaining a polite smile, visibly jumped after hearing this. There was something obviously wrong with his expression as if he didn't know whether to say the words when he heard the words.

While he was immersed in eating, he saw the two people looking at each other in silence from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, Malashenko felt something was wrong. He immediately raised his head while holding the piece of meat in his mouth that he had not yet had time to swallow. Engineer Ivankov looked at him and waited for the answer.

"Well, Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, Captain Lavrinenko, I'll tell you the truth without hiding anything from you two. This meat is actually made from rats caught by the workers in the factory these days. Since it was After the Nazi siege, the city's bread supply was reduced five times in a row, and many workers were exhausted and starved on the production line due to lack of food, let alone meat. "

"I asked everyone for their opinions and everyone unanimously agreed to use this meat to support our frontline Red Army soldiers, that is, you. This meat was originally intended to supplement nutrition for workers who were sick from overwork, but your bloodshed on the frontline Fighting is more difficult than our relatively safe home front, I hope you can understand."

Old mouse? Damn it!

Malashenko, who grew up in a peaceful era and traveled through time, never thought that one day he would eat those molar rats crawling around in sewers and gutters, and he would eat them so damn deliciously! A strong feeling of nausea from the bottom of his heart suddenly surged into Malashenko's heart.

"No, no, you can't spit it out. If you spit it out at this time, it will hurt everyone's heart. You must take the lead!"

Malashenko, who lowered his head with strong willpower, spent a lot of effort to forcefully swallow the piece of rat meat in his mouth, which was as heavy as a thousand kilograms. The painful feeling as if poison had passed through his throat immediately hit Malashenko. Ke felt sick in her heart.

It was exactly as Malashenko had guessed.

The tank soldiers under his command, who were sitting around in the middle of the lunch box, were all stunned for a moment when they heard that the food in the lunch box in front of them was rat meat, but in the end, no one spit out or spit out the food in their mouths. It's to throw away the food in the lunch box.

What they saw and heard in the past few days after coming to Leningrad had already made these Red Army tank soldiers witness the horror of famine with their own eyes.

The skinny two- or three-year-old child was sobbing in his mother's arms due to unbearable hunger. In the end, even the strength to cry was exhausted and the voice faded. The mother, who was also in tears, was helpless. But he can only watch his child gradually move towards the abyss of death.

Countless injured Red Army soldiers ended up lying in hospitals in the rear areas even though their injuries were not fatal. Due to the lack of medical treatment and lack of nutritional supplements, their bodies were weak, their immunity weakened, and their wounds were ulcerated and infected, and they eventually died.

This series of events had a strong impact on vision and cognition. All the conscientious Red Army tank soldiers present had no reason and would never spit out the rat meat in their mouths, which may be disgusting and disgusting. .

What you spit out may be a glimmer of hope for others. Children, the elderly, and weak Red Army soldiers who are injured and lying on the hospital bed. The seemingly disgusting food in this lunch box is enough to save their lives.

When all these seemingly impossible things turned into reality, all the believing Red Army tank soldiers present chose to continue to lower their heads without saying a word, silently cleaning the food in the lunch boxes.

Only by devoting the power transformed from this food to the battle to defend the motherland to eliminate the Fascist invaders on the front line can we truly be worthy of the precious rat meat.

Malashenko, who mustered up the courage to continue picking at the food in the lunch box in his hand, silently recalled the future memories from his past life in his mind. When the story of the soldiers and civilians of Leningrad City hunting rats for food, which was only recorded in history books and rumors, came to reality. When it happened to me, the strong feeling of nausea at the beginning quietly disappeared without a trace in my heart not long after.

"Haha, the fact that rats are eating rat meat now only shows that the worst has not yet come. When even the rats are eaten, the next thing to eat will really destroy humanity."

Malashenko, who had a bitter smile in his cold heart, couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he thought of this. Lavrinenko, who saw this scene from the side, moved his lips and was about to say something, when a loud roar sounded like the end of the world. Far and near, they suddenly descended over the factory building where several skylights had been torn open by the German Air Force.

"Shell attack! Don't eat anything, take cover!"

Malashenko, who reacted to the thunderous roar as if his whole body had been electrocuted, immediately threw away the unfinished lunch box in his hand, shouting with two arms and immediately greeted everyone around him who had reacted. Or the Red Army tank crews who are still in a suspended state seek cover.

The giant shells, which were much faster than Malashenko's waving movements, fell instantly with thunderous force like divine punishment. The huge explosion shook the entire factory and even the surrounding ground, knocking people to the ground and catching them off guard. Malashenko, who suddenly fell to the ground amid the shock wave of the huge explosion, had only one question in his mind.

"Damn it! Did those Germans transport Gustav to Leningrad!?"