The 24th section of the turbulent black sea

  The Commander-in-Chief and Manstein pitched their camp at the Ocean Hydrographic Station on the cliff of Kacha town, the Commander-in-Chief was very satisfied with this place, looking forward to overlooking the battlefield, in the telescope, the combat situation of the 132nd and 22nd Infantry Divisions could be clearly seen, turning his body to the right, he could gaze out at the blue-black sea.

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  Manstein boasted that after his inspection, he had identified 9 backup forward command posts, which could be occupied at any time, and the Führer said he was a cunning rabbit with nine burrows.

  The round sunset reflected red on the sea surface, Hitler, Manstein, Bormann and Rania were wrapped in the evening glow, standing at the top of the seaside cliff, the strong sea wind blowing their coats, Manstein grasped the interval between battles to show his latest technological knowledge to Hitler:

  "Most of the ocean is blue, but if there are more suspended substances in the seawater or other factors at play, the color of the sea will no longer be blue. For example, this black sea before us is indeed black..."

  "This hadn't occurred to me." said Li De and Bao Man in unison. Manshtein sneered at those who asked shameless questions:

  Because the Black Sea has Don, Dnieper and Danube rivers pouring in fresh water, the density of sea salt is smaller; The deep layer of the Black Sea is high-salinity water from the Mediterranean, with a larger density. A pycnocline forms between the upper and lower layers of seawater, severely hindering the exchange of water between the two layers. The Black Sea exchanges water with the Mediterranean through the Bosphorus and Dardanelles straits. Due to the narrowness and shallowness of the strait, the exchange of water between the Black Sea and the Mediterranean is greatly restricted, so the deep layer of the Black Sea lacks oxygen, and the dirty things secreted by organisms in the upper seawater and the corpses that sink to the bottom after death rot and stink, producing a large amount of muddy water, making the sea turn black. Furthermore, the Black Sea region often has gloomy rain and storms, which increases the feeling of blackness even more.

  "Ah." Li De felt relieved, as the two had a disagreement not long ago. He thought of buttering up Manstein's wound and deliberately flattered: "General, you can change your career to become a natural scientist."

  Leeb soon discovered that his attempt at mollification had failed, as Manstein's eyes widened in indignation: "What does the Führer mean by this? Am I not exerting myself to the utmost?"

  Bao Man changed the subject: "The Red Sea is named for its high water temperature, which allows a type of red-brown seaweed to grow." After saying that, he nudged Rania, who was deep in thought. She responded with an "oh" and took over the conversation expressionlessly: "And then there's the White Sea."

  "Finished?" Bowman glared at her. She lowered her head and kicked a small stone into the sea.

  Li De took a step forward, gazing at the ink-stained sea surface, murmuring: "Yangtze River, Yellow River, Sanjiangyuan... I've been dreaming about these places lately. Sigh..."

  Schmundt interrupted the daydreams buried deep in memory: "My Fuehrer, the Russians are pushing very hard in the center. The two Chiefs of Staff have arrived at Smolensk to assist Field Marshal von Kluge in directing Army Group Center. What orders do you have for them?"

  The commander was speechless with rage: "This Haider, he's obviously asking me for reinforcements, but doesn't say so explicitly." He dictated the order to Schmundt word by word: "Tell them: First, they must hold their ground, not a single step back is allowed. Hold out until all winter clothing has been distributed to the soldiers and until tanks are equipped with winter lubricants."

  "Secondly, as a precautionary measure, secretly build the September Line, that is, the line of defense held by the Center before last year's attack on Moscow. Tell Halder to keep it absolutely confidential, think about it, if the soldiers at the front know there is a defensive line behind them, what will they think?"

  "Which division is it?" Schmundt stared at the Fuehrer.

  "Take one army from the reserve army group to build and occupy a new defensive line, which specific troops will be decided by the two commanders-in-chief." The leader was confident. At the end of last year, he ordered the reduction of 1.5 million personnel from the navy, air force, and SS, which can now be put to use.

  "Third, you inform Kater that, according to the original plan, 4 divisions will be withdrawn from the 12 divisions stationed in Norway and sent to Finland. I estimate that the Soviet army will still launch a large-scale counterattack towards Lake Ladoga."

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  Schmundt had just turned to leave when Hitler called him back: "What's the hurry? The matter isn't finished yet. After withdrawing four divisions from Norway, take four more from Heeresgruppe Nord and send them as replacements. Now, hurry up and get the message out."

  Schmidt waited for a few seconds, convinced that the Premier had no new instructions, and left.

  Manstein's face was full of surprise: "Does the Führer have a cornucopia in his hands? How did two army groups suddenly appear?"

  Lee explained with a pleased smile, "Didn't I order the reduction of personnel from the Navy and Air Force? The people drawn from the Air Force formed the Reserve Group Army, and those drawn from the Navy formed the Territorial Group Army."

  "It's too grandiose to call it a Group Army, let's just call it a Reserve Group Army," he said.

  Li De didn't know it was a trick and continued to show off: "There are over 100 million people from the Navy and Air Force? It's a real group army."

  Manstein stepped forward, beaming with a smile, and begged: "My Führer, since you have so many troops, give me some, even just one corps."

  Li De was taken aback and punched him in the chest: "You have ulterior motives! From now on, I'll have to be careful when speaking in front of you."

  The general chuckled and said: "Don't Berliners have a saying: 'No gain, no early rise'?"

  Li De gazed far into the distance, and 10 kilometers to the south, a burst of smoke rose up, as the soldiers of the 132nd Division had blown up another enemy bunker. In other words, the anticipated counterattack had not yet occurred. He looked closely at the terrain, and saw that the German 13th Armored Division was deployed along the Kaha River, while the 25th Armored Division was secretly positioned in the southeast, around the town of Duvanskoye on the Belaya River, waiting to launch a fatal blow from the side and rear when the Soviet army counterattacked.

  In the late afternoon, a strong wind blew over the sea, with huge waves and murky water everywhere. The former oceanographic observation station didn't even have heating, let alone a stove. The only gasoline generator in the command center had also broken down. The leader sneezed several times in a row, followed by continuous coughing, and his whole body began to feel hot.

  Manstein drove the Führer back to the Tartar restaurant in Simferopol overnight. Since no one expected the Führer's return, the people at the army group's headquarters were caught off guard and neither lit a fire nor took charge of security. R?nne quickly lit five stoves within ten minutes as if by magic. Seeing that the Führer was frozen with a purple face, she kindly advised him to drink some vodka to warm up, but got scolded instead. The Führer sat on his bed wrapped in blankets and cursed: "To give up lifelong ideals for temporary sensual pleasure, you came up with such a stupid idea."

  Rania watched as Yuan Shou took the medicine, then sat on a wooden chair to continue his pursuit of sensual stimulation: he tilted his head back, gulped down several mouthfuls of wine in one go. Having drunk too much too quickly, his eyes welled up with tears, like a broken rosary, and he stuck out his tongue, panting heavily as he exhaled.

  Li De sneered: "Looks like you're over-stimulated, and won't be happy either, who let you..."

  "Mind your own business!" Rania coughed and shouted. At this time, the stay-at-home squad leader came running with a big sweat on his head, emitting a strong smell of alcohol, and this unlucky guy immediately became a scapegoat. Li De didn't wait for him to open his mouth before covering it: "The front-line soldiers are fighting bloody battles, but you have the heart to drink, tomorrow you go to the front line for me".

  The head of the guard unit cried with a sad face: "The leader misunderstood, I just ran from the hospital, had an appendectomy in the afternoon, and applied alcohol to my body."

  "Since they say you've had a drink, why don't you have one?" Rania handed the bottle to this unlucky guy, but he didn't dare take it. He stared blankly at Yuan Shou.

  Li De bowed his head and muttered: "More than a thousand people, in such a small piece of land, more than a thousand people died in one day, how did Manstein fight this battle?"

  A stronger smell of wine rushed into his nostrils, and he roared at Renny: "Didn't you hear me telling you not to drink? The soldiers on the front line are fighting bloody battles, but you still have the heart to drink!

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  "The soldiers on the front line are fighting bloody battles. It's just a sentence, others haven't been to the front line either." Rania glared at him and scolded: "Since you came back from the front line, you don't think anyone is pleasing to the eye. This is a tough battle, this is Sevastopol, it's a symbol of Russian national heroes' deeds, they will definitely defend it with their lives. What's the use of being anxious? Honestly!"

  "The Russians' counterattack is also gone, you said they would counterattack." Li De complained.

  Rania walked over with a bottle of wine, spraying wine breath at him: "Oh, you're angry about this? I'll tell you, they will counterattack. They take every action and the commander doesn't dare to make decisions on his own, needing to ask for instructions layer by layer. Do you think they are the German army?"

  Li De was taken aback, waving his hand to signal the garrison commander who had been standing by the stove with his hands hanging down, looking strangely at the argument between the leader and a female military officer, to leave. Then he vented his frustration to Rennie, saying: "Rennie, I'm just not reconciled to it. I mobilized 850 artillery pieces and used planes to continuously bombard them, but it only shaved off one layer of skin from the Soviet army's fortress."

  Half a day without hearing any response, he looked up to see that Rania had long gone, and there was only him in the room. In other words, he had just poured out his grievances to thin air!

  He heard the rumbling sound, undoubtedly coming from his stomach. He had to get out of bed himself, take out the mineral water produced in Crimea from the cabinet, and take out the sour bread from the bag, temporarily suppressing the commotion in his stomach.

  The fire burned bright red, the warmth on his body merged with the heat in the room, and a surge of longing rose up, slowly replacing the gruesome scenes that had been haunting him with another hazy image. The image gradually cleared up, turning into Rennia's beautiful and vivid smile.

  His soaring hopes turned into desires, and as these desires became simpler and more concrete, Bowman came in, almost hitting his head on the stovepipe.

  "Rania cried so sadly, what did you do to her?" He stared at him while scanning the room.

  Li De was shocked and confused, he didn't do anything to her, just said a few words, according to Ranyia's personality, it shouldn't have made her cry so much, there must be another reason.

  He flung on his coat and rushed to her room. Bowman waited until the Fuehrer was inside, then closed the door from the outside. The room was small, with no bathroom, just a table and two wooden beds. Rania sat on the bed by the window, sobbing, holding a photograph in her hand. When she saw him come in, she quickly hid the photo, lay down on the bed, covering her face with a pillow, her shoulders shaking violently.

  Li De sat on her bed, kicked off her pillow, buried her face in the bedding, and crawled under the covers with her boots still on, leaving two dirty marks on the white sheets.

  Li Demu stroked her hair, then all the way down, paused slightly at her waist, and pressed hard on her round, straight, high, and full buttocks.

  She twisted her waist a few times, muttered something in her mouth, suddenly turned over and lay on the bed, then hooked his neck with one hand, hugged his face to her neck and burst into loud sobs. In just a moment, her tears flowed onto Yuan Shou's left neck, cold and chilly.