Chapter 840: distribution

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A small station in Belarus, a busy morning. Now it is an important material reserve base for the German army and a material transfer station to the front. The Germans hope that the train will bear the main transportation, because after all, the power source used by the train is the most coal of the Germans.
On the platform, there is a huge pile of goods. According to the rigorous spirit inherent in the Germans, they are clearly arranged in different categories. On the rails in the distance, a train with white smoke was slowly entering this small station. Some German sergeants responsible for registration had already stood in their positions.
"Train 68 has started to enter the station! Train 68 has started to enter the station! Please pay attention to the safety of the personnel on the platform." The only speaker from the small station came from the huge horn on the corner of the shelter on the platform The sweet voice of the female railway soldiers caused some German soldiers to whistle brittlely and roar loudly.
A general who was waiting on the platform, preparing to take the train back to Poland, frowned and looked at his adjutant. With a trace of dissatisfaction, he complained: "The soldiers have been away from home for 1 year. They have not spent Christmas with their loved ones, have not gone to bed with their own women, and have been facing a group of Soviets on the front line. one Year."
He looked at the soldiers who shouted and laughed wildly in the direction of the small station radio station, and sighed, "The most important thing they need now is to go home and take a bath, hang off their beards, and hug their children to enjoy A sumptuous dinner. Not in this place for the country to fight. "
"Actually they really have to go home." The adjutant looked at the soldiers whose weapons had been confiscated, and answered his chief's words with disapproval: "After working here, they will take our train and return to Germany. It ’s really enviable to go on vacation for a month, is n’t it? "
In order to solve the problem of frontline soldiers being war-fighting, there is also strengthening the communication between the army and the people in the rear, so that everyone can experience the power and richness of the motherland. The huge German army is implementing a rotation system of frontline troops.
Troops that have fought for six months on the front line are ordered to return to German territory in order of merits, take a 15-day personal vacation, and rest with a 15-day assembly. The front-line vacancies will be filled by the troops transferred by Group B and Group C. This is a long and long-term plan. The purpose is to let the newly formed troops of the Germans experience the baptism of real war, and also allow more troops that have passed the battlefield to get rest and maintain better combat effectiveness.
Of course, while rest and holidays are tempting sweets, these troops have to undergo the most test before eating this sweet. This is a kind of use of human resources, which fully proves the paranoid and precise calculation of the precise German coordinator.
With the sound of metal friction, the No. 68 train finally stopped on the platform. The black locomotive was painted with a slightly old red paint underneath. On both sides of the locomotive, the brackets for mounting armor plates were welded on the outside of the boiler. A thick piece of bullet-proof armor plate hung on it.
The second section is a carriage with coal. With this train, the train can run on the rails, and then behind is a temporarily modified armored carriage with sandbags stacked on it and a striking mg42 machine gun. Several German SS soldiers leaned on sandbags with rifles, looking at their friendly soldiers on the platform lazily.
"Work! Work! Hurry to transport these materials to the warehouse, you can get on the train back to Germany early!" An officer shouted to the large group of soldiers who had been waiting on the platform, everyone All buzzed with commotion, and everyone's enthusiasm also instantly increased to a new level.
After all, for every soldier who has been fighting on the front line for almost a year, the word home has great appeal. Everyone is excited about their upcoming holiday, this is the biggest praise after a long time of slaughtering and slaughtering them.
"Wow!" The SS soldiers who had just jumped off the train opened the compartment with the seal, and then pulled the sliding door to the side vigorously, revealing the full arms supplies inside the compartment. This is a special train of arms. Inside the car are all neatly arranged wooden boxes, which are marked with huge black prints to mark the caliber and type of ammunition.
"No smoking! No smoking! Do you want to be killed here?" An officer reminded his subordinates loudly that many people quickly caught the cigarette butts held at the corners of their mouths and threw them violently on their feet. They survived the enemy's artillery fire and traveled through the rain of bullets, but they didn't want to be killed on the platform to go home. The ban on smoking has been issued a few times, and it is still better to see the dangerous goods in person after all.
"Start work! Move these things to the car waiting there. When the car is full, put it in the specified warehouse! Be careful! Take it lightly! You are all people who have dealt with these materials, know these How dangerous is the thing! "An officer waved his hand and ordered his troops to start working.
Everyone started to act, some stood on the platform, waiting for the soldiers in the carriage to hand ammunition to themselves, while others stood farther away, passing such dangerous arms supplies one after another. The originally noisy platform gradually became organized, because of the large number of troops, things on the train were decreasing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Conveyor belts connected by people have been connected to the road outside the small station, where one big truck after another parked. These trucks have different license plates, some are German military vehicles, and some are seized in the Soviet Union. There are also signs used by the Soviet army on it.
What makes people even more funny is that there are even some cars from the German people that use license plates from Frankfurt, Munich and Berlin. These cars are used by the military to compensate for the lack of mechanization on the front line. Then there are French cars with French license plates, old cars from Belgium, the Netherlands, and even Poland. Anyway, the machinery that can be used to drag and drop things does not seem to mind the Germans bringing them to the front.
"The trucks of the Logistics Department of the 2nd Army of the National Defense Forces. Our trucks are all military, durable and solid, and there is no problem with overloading." An officer of the 2nd Army Logistics Department who came here from the front line to supplement his signal that his truck was OK Load some more materials, but the dispatched sergeant who registered the inventory did not agree. He reasoned and strived. After all, these arms and other troops are also waiting for distribution.
"What about the remaining space? I can't let my car go back with only half of the cargo?" The officer's expression spread across his hands, and I wouldn't go back if you didn't give me supplies. I could see the officer It's also a rogue old fried dough stick here. After all, fighting for supplies is not much easier than fighting a war.
"Fill in the remaining positions with grain and oil! Load more food, less oil, and strategic reserves of oil are also limited." The dispatcher also has a "I'm very face-saving, you don't have to be inch" expression , Pointed to the warehouse on the other side and said: "Hurry up and move out of the position, the people in the logistics department of the 13th Armored Division of the SS of your a group army are still waiting!"
"Alas ... hate fewer soldiers when fighting, and hate more people when receiving supplies, which is really a headache." The officer sighed, motioned his men to move the car, and hurried to the next section of the warehouse to grab a good one The location, the total supply of the front line is everything, and what to go back, are all sought-after goods.
He had just left his front foot, and there was another row of cars driving in. The officer who jumped from the starting car, wearing the SS military uniform, seemed to have not cleaned for a few days and was a little sloppy. But this officer is not sloppy. On the contrary, he is tall and handsome with a little handsome meaning.
The officer jumped off the truck and ran in front of the dispatching sergeant. He immediately showed a flattering expression, took out the cigarette and stuffed it into the dispatching sergeant's hand. Too much consumption, urgently need to be replenished! Urgently need to be replenished! "
"Two boxes?" The dismissed officer's face was disdainful, and he tapped on the notebook twice with a pen, then turned around and said to a colleague passing by behind him, "Let the cigarette place over there, the SS The 13th Armored Division, after collecting 10 cigarettes, take him to sign! "
After finishing speaking, he signaled to let the flattered SS officer move away, and reminded loudly: "110 boxes of ammunition! Pack 10 more boxes, don't mess up! Look at it! Everyone is wrong and fined 300 marks. ! "
As he shouted, he skillfully threw the two packs of cigarettes in his hands to the statistician who was staring at each truck, and then waved his notebook to the SS officer who was far away: "Thank you buddy! If there is anything good, I will keep it for your 13th division. "
It's almost noon, and there are not too many trucks in the small station. The rest are the personnel of the Infantry Logistics Department. Compared with the "pro sons" such as armored forces and bullets, the transportation of these troops The tools are not so good-looking. Some troops are carriages, others are simply donkey carts, mules, and even more shabby troops only have trolleys.
The carrying capacity has also dropped a lot with the change of tools. The piles of materials in the small stations are still piled up. The transportation to the front line is still only a few. The muddy potholes still make the German helpless.
After a burst of noise, another train slowly leaned towards the platform.