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    Canned meat, really canned meat!  Markovich picked up the can, raised it high and pointed it at the sun to read clearly the Russian instructions on it, and he couldn't contain his excitement.  He never expected that there would be canned meat in the flyer.  Was it taken by mistake and thrown off the plane, or was there another dance party inside?  Or is it poisonous?

    Markovich held up the can and stared blankly, not knowing whether to eat it or throw it away.  No one wants to die, but he is afraid that there is poison in it.  Like him, the soldiers who had picked up the cans were all stunned and didn't know what to do with them. The more soldiers who hadn't picked up the cans looked at the cans greedily and picked up the leaflets, hesitating between food and discipline.

    "Can't eat it! Throw it away, there must be poison in it! And these leaflets are all fake! The General Secretary has sent reinforcements. Now that the weather is clear, they will come to rescue us soon!" an officer from the Ministry of Internal Affairs rushed  He came out and knocked the leaflets and cans out of the soldiers' hands.  The can in Markovich's hand was also knocked out and hit the sharp gap of the shrapnel next to it.  The flimsy can was cut open by shrapnel, revealing the light yellow lunch meat pieces inside, and the alluring smell of fennel and star anise drifted far away.

    "It's meat! It's really meat!" Looking at the shreds of meat at the cracks, Markovich's saliva suddenly increased.  Having been hungry for days and nights, he couldn't stop the smell at all. Even if it was poison, he just wanted to be a satiated man.  So he quickly pulled out his bayonet and prepared to open up the iron sheet and have a nice meal first.  But he didn't notice that the smell of meat and movements had caused dozens of soldiers to move uncontrollably, staring at Markovich's hands with green eyes.

    I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat!

    I don¡¯t know where the strength came from, Markovich opened the can in one go, smelled most of the luncheon meat exposed, and couldn¡¯t help but chew it.  But just when the meat was about to reach his mouth, several pairs of big hands grabbed the can almost at the same time.  "Get out of here! This is mine!" A stout soldier squeezed the person next to him away.  The fierce movement caused his elbow to hit Markovich's nose suddenly, causing blood to flow immediately.

    Before he could understand what was going on, first his lunch meat was snatched away, and then his nose was crooked by an elbow. When Markovich covered his bleeding nose and got up, he saw that a dozen of his companions had been beaten into a pile.  Frantically grabbing the lunch meat from the strong soldier's hand.

    "Let go!"

    "Give me some, give us some."

    "Go away, this is mine."

    The strong soldier relied on his body and kicked away his companions who besieged him.  While desperately stuffing meat into his mouth.  Seeing chunks of his own lunch meat being swallowed by others, Markovich was stunned!  I just felt something rushing up from the depths of my heart, like hot volcanic lava.  He quickly got up and rushed forward with blood on his face: "Give it back to me! This is mine, it's mine!"

    Markovich tried his best, but he was already tortured by hunger and cold and was no match. He was hit hard in the eye socket by the fist of a strong soldier and fell again.  But at this time, friendship has long become a stepping stone for survival, and discipline has been thrown behind.  The comrades who rushed up ignored him and were still frantically grabbing half a box of lunch meat.

    The looting here instantly triggered a bigger commotion, and strong soldiers were seen desperately stuffing meat into their mouths.  The soldiers, who were originally worried about the poison, rushed to the nearest can.  After those who were close enough to grab it, they were crushed to the ground by more people before they could hide. They were fighting and quarreling, rolling around in the snow with red eyes and looting.  I completely forgot about the friendship that we had shared through life and death together for more than a month.  Markovich went even crazy. His life-saving luncheon meat was taken away and he was beaten until he was covered in blood.  He had already lost all his sanity, climbed hard to the rifle, loaded it and pointed it at the looting crowd.

    "Mine, it's mine! It's mine." Markovich, who had never read a book, didn't know what doctrine was. The pain of starving in the ice and snow made him forget the beautiful world promoted by political commissars and instructors.  He got up and muttered in confusion, the blood from the corners of his eyebrows dripping on the white snow was extremely red.  A partner who had been kicked aside saw him and yelled for him to stop.  But at this time, he could no longer hear any sound. He just mechanically dragged the blood mark forward. When he came outside the battle circle, he slowly raised his gun.

    "Pah! Pah! Pah!" One shot, two shots, three shots.  Markovich pulled the trigger again and again, watching numbly as his comrade who had been in a trench was penetrated by his own bullet.  He was completely unconscious, and even after the bullet was fired, he was still pulling the trigger.

    As gunfire rang out here, gunfire rang out in other looting areas, and there were even machine gun fire and submachine gun clatter.  Blood quickly flowed and condensed in the white snow. Dozens of soldiers who were looting were beaten to death by Pao Ze. The jars of fragrant lunch meat became a life-threatening talisman at this moment!  No matter who gets involved, they will either be beaten or surrounded.

    The cries of the supervising team and the political commissars fell on deaf ears, and the officers came to persuade them.Those who were suspected of coming to steal meat were beaten.  More and more soldiers were involved in the conflict, and the entire riverside valley was full of yelling and fighting!  "Grab it! The harder you rob it, the better. It's best to kill them all!" On the plane, the pilot was still wrapping the cans in flyers and smashing them down at the rate of one can for a thousand people.  Seeing the scene of looting and scuffles below, I couldn't help but think that the staff officer had come up with this method, which could actually seduce all the psychology and sins of people in despair.

    Markovich was still pulling the trigger of his rifle, which had long been out of bullets. The strong soldier who had grabbed the luncheon meat had his feet beaten to pieces, but he had lost consciousness and could only cling to the can in the snow.  crawl forward.  "Mine, it's my meat, mine." "Let go!" A soldier rushed over, kicked the strong soldier's injured left chest hard, and grabbed the lunch that was stained red with blood.  Meat, stuff it into your mouth regardless of the blood.

    Markovich, who had no consciousness of killing, noticed his can and swiped it with the butt of his gun.  Blood exploded from the heads of the looting soldiers again.  This time, the violent actions shocked everyone.

    It¡¯s chaos!  Complete chaos!

    Discipline, spirit, belief, morale, etc., completely collapsed at this moment.  Even the few generals who were unwilling to break out and escape alone were powerless and could only watch the soldiers fighting and even killing each other for a little food.  The confidence to hold on has completely collapsed, and the undisciplined troops are worse than the militia. When the trust between soldiers is broken, no general can hope to reunite in a short time.

    Markovich finally grabbed his own canned meat. Although there was only a little left and even though it was covered in blood, he still laughed stupidly.  Standing still with the gun, he slowly lifted the piece of meat dripping with blood. When he was about to stuff it into his mouth, a few black spots slowly appeared on the horizon.  The black spots are getting more and more dense, accompanied by the rumbling sound of motors, sweeping in like galloping horses.

    The appearance of the opponent brought the fight to an end quickly, but the soldiers were no longer interested in fighting.  Many people just stood there, holding guns, unwilling to hide in bunkers.

    A Type 26 light tank drove 500 meters away from Markovich, its 40mm gun muzzle facing him coldly.  Markovich was stunned, looking at the bit of minced meat stained red with blood in his palm, and finally slowly let go of the hand holding the gun.

    The Mosinagan without bullets slowly slipped from the palm of his hand and hit the snow heavily.

    His war is over.

    As the rifles landed, more and more Soviet soldiers chose to put down their weapons.  Looking at the steel-armored monster driving past, Markovich didn't feel nervous for the first time. When he was about to swallow the bloody minced meat again, a new can of meat was thrown at his feet.  Markovich looked at the can in surprise, and then at the machine gunner on the tank whose face was obscured by a snow cap and glasses. He slowly picked up the can and squatted next to it.  This time, no one could compete with him.

    Some die-hard elements began to shoot at the tanks that were surrounded from all sides, but in the face of most of the soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit, this counterattack seemed even more futile.  The food and cold finally crushed the spirit of the Soviet Kazakhstan Front. After half a month without support and supplies, no matter how strong the soldiers were, they could not continue to fight.

    On November 27, the 350,000 Soviet troops surrounded by the Tondek River were the first to surrender.  According to the subsequent count, only 290,000 of these Soviet troops survived, and the remaining 60,000 either froze to death or were killed in the final crackdown.

    Like a plague, as the Soviet troops on the Tondek River surrendered first, the Soviet troops at both ends of Lake Balkhash began to surrender their weapons to the National Defense Forces in batches.  Except for those who initially escaped, of the total 1.08 million soldiers in the encirclement, only 710,000 entered the prisoner-of-war camps alive, 200,000 died on the battlefield, and the remaining 170,000 froze to death or disappeared due to lack of food and clothing.

    On November 29, the 29th Army, which moved south after solving Mount Aitau, arrived at Taraz (anciently known as Talas), and together with the Airborne Division, launched a fierce attack on the 60,000 Soviet troops surrounded here.  As the most important strategic city in eastern Kazakhstan and the largest warehouse and material store on the southern line of Aitau Mountain, the Soviet army's defense here is quite tight.  In the end, after three days and three nights of fierce fighting, the 29th Army and the 31st Army that came later conquered the city at the cost of more than 10,000 casualties. A total of 30,000 Soviet troops were killed and more than 2,000 Soviet troops were seized in various types of ammunition and supplies.  Ton.

    At the same time, the third group handed over the remaining sporadic clearing and escorting of prisoners of war to the brother forces, and took advantage of the snowfall to quickly move in the three directions of Pavlodar, Karaganda and Zhezkazgan, preparing to block the  All the gaps to the northeast of the Aral Sea.

    News of the fall of Taraz quickly spread to other areas. The Uzbek front troops immediately shrank. All 370,000 troops shrank to large cities such as Tashkent and Salmahan, trying to rely on the cities to hold on to the end.  After urgent discussions between Shymkent in South Kazakhstan and the 60,000 Soviet troops in Turkestan, they decided to give up their defense and take advantage of the cover of night to attack the Kazakh soldiers behind them.?The capital Kyzylorda retreated, trying to break out before the Wehrmacht closed the defense line from Zhezkazgan to the Aral Sea, and join Lukin's troops in Alkalyk.

    But due to the previous snow and wind cover, the Soviet army did not know that in the deserted Ares Salt Marsh north of Kyzylorda, a unit that had been lurking here for eight days to avoid the wind and snow also started its engine at the same time.

    The encounter in Kyzylorda is about to break out (To be continued)
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