Chapter 35 Fairness?

When there are too many monks and too little porridge, queuing is often the best way to solve the problem of fairness. Seeing more and more soldiers joining the queue, the group of SS officers and soldiers who are in Lynn also walked over with their equipment under the leadership of the lieutenant. Three large pots were hung in the middle of the square. The soldiers in charge of cooking have poured water into it, and added vegetable leaves, potatoes and things like meat slices. Although the fragrance has not yet dissipated, the scene seems to have made the hungry soldiers salivate.

A Mauser rifle, a "Bobosha" submachine gun, a cross-body canvas bag and some miscellaneous items. Lin En's total of only 20 kilograms, which is not a burden for adults who are 1.8 meters tall and weigh about 150 kilograms. However, they are nervous, lack of food, and have been experiencing long-distance travel throughout the day. The tired body is only about 40% of their normal physical fitness. Seeing that waiting in line will not end for half an hour, Lin En learned from others to hold the barrel with his hands and let the stock hang naturally on the ground, thus reducing most of the burden. After ten minutes of knowledge, he suddenly felt that someone was walking straight towards him. He turned his head subconsciously and looked at him, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

There were eight soldiers coming over, all of whom were wearing steel helmets and boat-shaped hats, wearing famous m43-type "pea" camouflage combat uniforms on the upper body, wearing blue-gray military trousers on the lower body, carrying rifles or carrying submachine guns. If it weren't for what happened before at the door of the "Blacksmith Shop", Linn would not be surprised by the appearance of these people. Even if the three of them were tall, they had nothing to do with him. But at this moment, he felt a little nervous, fearing that the "Yanker" who had been defeated in front of his boss would wait for an opportunity to take revenge, and the defense soldiers in front of him seemed to be a little bad...

The most burly one was as strong as a brown bear who had gained weight before the arrival of winter. The cuffs were rolled up high, revealing a piece of ordinary people's thick thighs. This body shape completely broke Lynn's assumption of the quality of German soldiers at the end of the war. In terms of size, it was probably no problem to deal with two or three ordinary Russian soldiers at the same time in close combat! When he stopped in front of Lynn, the powerful oppressive force almost made Lynn take a step back unconsciously. Fortunately, the "butcher" and other SS soldiers were next to him, so he would not be too panicked.

The big soldier spoke in a muffled voice. Less than thirty centimeters later, Lin En was confused when he was shot. You should know that this was a situation that only occurred when he was bombarded. However, neither the other party's tone nor movement seemed malicious. Lin En finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down and found that the big soldier's hand pointed at his "bobosha".

Before Lin En could answer, the big soldier took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Lin En looked up and saw that it was still a pack that had not been opened. After about a second of slowness, he finally realized: It turned out that the other party wanted his Su-made submachine gun!

At this moment, several other National Defense Army soldiers who came together also talked to the SS soldiers on Lynn's side, but they were not just changing things to guns and ammunition. Some people exchanged watches, cans, pocket watches, cigarette boxes and other silver products with the SS. If they felt that the other party's trading items were not worth enough, they would bargain with each other and then took out new things from their pockets. This was like a different free market. As long as they felt that there was "profit" to make money, anything could become a trading item.

Seeing that Lin Neng was still silent, the big soldier took out a piece of finger size from his pocket. The things wrapped in colored paper were probably candy or something. At this time, Lin Neng really considered the weight of the items provided by the other party and the Soviet submachine gun in his hand. To be fair, most of the confidence he gained now comes from the precise operation of the Mauser rifle, and the "Poposa" with a general evaluation higher than Mauser 98k has never played a role in his hands. Thinking of himself having a repaired muffle gun, Lin Neng picked up the submachine gun and stuffed it to the big man who seemed to be about to give up, and then grabbed cigarettes and candy from the other party.

The big man skillfully pulled the bolt, school bolt, and unplugged the drum. If he had not been wearing a German uniform and spoke fluent German, this coherent movement would have easily made people doubt his identity. After confirming that this was an intact "Poposa" submachine gun, the big soldier grinned at Lynn and pointed at the round drum and said something. Lynn guessed that he was asking for the bullet he wanted to match and shook his head very firmly. The big man was a little regretful, but he still put it on his left shoulder and stood close to his original Mauser rifle.

Lin Neng lowered his head and unscrewed the colored paper. There was indeed a piece of orange-colored hard candy inside. He gently pinched the cigarette bag. It should be the kind of cigarette that the "butcher" asked him to smoke before. The transaction was completed successfully, but Lin Neng couldn't help but feel curious: This National Defense Army soldier exchanged a relatively in short supply such as cigarettes and candy for himself to exchange for a Soviet-made submachine gun just for recognition of its performance, trying to increase his chance of saving his life on the battlefield?

Let’s look at the others around. The bartering transaction was completed one by one without much time. The soldiers of the National Defense Army exchanged various supplies for the various spoils seized by the SS officers and soldiers from the Soviets. Thanks to the morning wood ambush battle, the afternoon road blocking battle was more important, but the German soldiers participating in the battle had no time to clear the battlefield, so the spoils were naturally unavailable.

After a while, as the soup in the pot was steaming, someone suddenly blew up the whistle illiterately. Stimulated by the booing sound, the soldiers who were originally lined up in circles suddenly became turbulent. Four arrogant officers stood on the steps in front of the church. A solid non-commissioned officer wore a steel helmet, held a hard plate clip in both hands, and read loudly according to the things on the paper. Every time he finished speaking, more than a dozen or twenty soldiers quickly joined the temporary queue in front of the steps. Compared with the casual formation of waiting for the soup, the neat queues that were arranged in a hurry truly reflected the quality of professional soldiers.

The non-commissioned officer read seven or eight sentences like this, and suddenly changed his rhythm and said a long line. One of the officers standing on the steps walked up to them, shouted a slogan in a short time, and then led a team of more than a hundred people to the west and left the square. This situation was repeated again, and the second officer took away a team of roughly the same number. Then, the non-commissioned officer began to report one by one with the previous rhythm. When he shouted a completely unfamiliar name, the SS officers and soldiers who were in him trot forward without hesitation. This time, Lin En reacted quite quickly, at least with the pace of his companions.

Without the command of the officers, everyone stood in the column consciously. Linn did not know what the standing method was, so he followed closely behind the butt of the "butcher". Standing in front of the steps, the mechanical voice of the non-commissioned officer could naturally be heard more clearly. Linn raised his head and suddenly found that one of the two remaining officers on the steps was very familiar - "Yanker", which was the German Army lieutenant called "Heidlink" by the lieutenant colonel. The guy raised his head and raised his chin, and his eyes from the top to bottom showed a arrogant attitude. His tight collar was wearing an iron cross, his chest was high, and the belt around his waist was tied tightly. The pistol holster looked too small compared to his burly figure.

The words of the non-commissioned officers appeared again for a slightly longer interval. Lin En knew that one of the two officers and lieutenant generals would come down to become the "leader". According to common sense, the garrison command had previously registered the numbers and general situations of the scattered soldiers and scattered officers at the same time, and what he did was to temporarily organize these scattered soldiers and brave men and assigned officers of the corresponding level to serve as their temporary commanders.

As Lynn was worried, "Yanker" glanced at the team of about 140 people below the stage with his cold eyes, and walked down the steps with his head held high and his chest held high. With a loud slogan, the soldiers in three columns began to turn from the head of the team and turned left in a small jogging posture. "Yanker" followed closely by the head of the team, leading the team around the square halfway and headed eastward.

Before leaving, Lin En looked at the big pot of soup with great resentment, and it was already boiling...
Chapter completed!