Lieutenant General Gorvorov, commander-in-chief of the Leningrad Front, sat at the dining table and prepared to enjoy today's breakfast just like the general public in Leningrad. The Germans airdropped millions of fat mice last night, giving the vast number of Soviet people the opportunity to enjoy the taste of meat. Although as the commander of the Front Army, although Lieutenant General Gorvorov had meat and wine every day, Govorov decided to have fun with the people today and also eat a meal of rat meat given by the Germans.

"Comrade Gorov, rat meat is here," Gorov's adjutant Rutsky pushed the dining cart and delivered plates of rat meals that the Soviet chefs had just prepared to General Govorov's dining table. "Comrade Gorov, look, this is the dragon well rat kernel, this is the palace blown rat dice, this is the low-fire carbon rat strip, this is the stewed rat meat in fresh shells, this is the ice crystal rat meat bun, this is the three fresh soup of shark fin rat meat. Please use it,,,."

"Haha,, it's really delicious. I haven't eaten rat meat in my life." Govorov picked up the knife and fork and started to enjoy this rich breakfast. He first ate a fresh ice crystal mouse meat bun, tasted a bite of crispy, soft and fragrant Longjing mouse kernel, and drank some shark fin rat meat three-fresh soup. He muttered in his mouth, "It's delicious! It's delicious! It's so delicious! The Germans are so great that they actually airdropped so many delicious mice, it's really delicious, oh, it's delicious."

"Yes! General Govorov is right. These rat meats are really good. Come and taste this wine again." Rutsky handed over a glass of red wine in a flattering manner. "Comrade General Govorov, this is the Spanish red wine in 1800. It was found from a vicious landlord family when he defeated the landlord class a few years ago. Please enjoy it."

Govorov took the red wine and put it to his mouth for a few times. The mellowness of the wine immediately made Govorov scream, "Good wine, good wine, really good wine. Those evil landlords should be defeated, and they can actually enjoy such good wine. Damn! A general class like me is unlucky, and I can only drink some ordinary wine all day long." Govorov sipped the wine in the glass, enjoying the strong fragrance brought to the taste buds with a happy look on his face.

Rutsky hurriedly poured another cup, "Comrade Gorov, you are indeed pitiful, great as you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,," Rutsky suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, as if countless sharp knives were stirring in his stomach. When people felt like they wanted to go to the toilet, "Comrade Gorov, I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my stomach, as if I was going to the big size, I will go first, you can enjoy it slowly."

As he said that, Govorov rushed to the toilet outside the door like a flying to solve the biggest problem in life. But when he left, General Govorov lost his appetite. He had eaten well, but when he heard his subordinates say the words "The Toilet", his appetite suddenly decreased. The rat meat in front of him also gave him a disgusting feeling, and the red wine in front of him also turned into a disgusting liquid.

Govorov couldn't help but curse, "Damn! I'm eating well, you go to the toilet, I,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

"Oh, what's wrong with me? I didn't eat anything this morning." Lieutenant General Gorvorov couldn't help but feel ache in his stomach. He stood up without hesitation, rushed to the door, and rushed to the general's special toilet downstairs.

But Govorov covered his stomach and immediately became dumbfounded as soon as he arrived at the toilet. The toilet of the general, which was usually deserted, was suddenly filled with people. Almost the generals and staff in the entire command center gathered around the toilet. The Soviet generals looked like they could not bear it. They covered their stomachs and lined up in long queues to wait for the toilet. Many people shouted:

"Hurry up, please hurry up, carry forward the great Marxist-Leninist Stalinist thought, hurry up,"

"Damn it! Have you pulled it inside? I'm almost in my crotch. If I don't come out, I'll shoot me."

"Hurry inside! I'm coming out soon. As long as you hurry up, I'll give you a medal."

Govorov was shocked. Everything in front of him reminded him of the food crisis a few years ago. At that time, the Soviet people were queuing long queues to buy food, but what happened today? Whatever queued up was all about going to the toilet.

When the adjutant Rutsky, who was standing behind the line, saw that his boss was covering his stomach and going to the toilet, he stepped forward and said, "Comrade Gorvorov, it seems that even if we wait for the first half of a month, it's not our turn to go to the toilet. I think it's better to go to the public toilet outside to make some convenience!"

Govorov originally wanted to use his general to go to the line, but when he saw Comrade Stalin's nephew, Comrade Zhukov's nephew, Comrade Lenin's nephew, and Comrade Temuxin's illegitimate son were also queuing up, he did not dare to go to the line. He had to follow his adjutant's advice and follow him to the public toilet outside the command center, preparing to go to the public toilet to solve the biggest problem in life.

However, General Goworov's plan to go to the public toilet was emptied. After arriving at the public toilet on the street outside, Lieutenant General Goworov understood what it means to have more people and have more people and have more feces. There are so many people outside the public toilets! That's so fierce! It's really crowded and full of mountains and fields.

People lined up in front of public toilets, which was even more powerful than during the Red Square military parade. Several small public toilets were almost surrounded and blocked. Even the big flies who were preparing to enter the public toilets to enjoy breakfast were squeezed outside the door, which was unprecedented.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Lieutenant General Gorvorov was stunned. What day is today? He even had to queue up to go to the toilet. Could it be that the mayor of Leningrad embezzled the construction funds for the public toilets, which caused this situation. Next time, he must report to Comrade Stalin, file a complaint to the Anti-Corruption Office, and cancel the mayor of Leningrad. It is true that even the money for public toilets is embezzled. But what should I do now? I can't help it, and I'm about to come out,...

When Rutsky, who was standing beside him, saw that General Govorov was anxious to bear it, he covered his stomach, pale face, pointed to the corner behind the command center and said, "Comrade General Govorov, let's go to the corner over there to make it convenient! Don't consider the treatment issue at this time, as convenience is the real thing."

Govorov looked at his command center and said in an objection tone, "This is not good! Rabbits don't eat grass by their nests. It seems that convenience is not the right choice for us to be at our nests. Moreover, the urban management regulations are not allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere. If we are so convenient, we will be fined and we must be punished with serious demerits."

"Comrade Gorov, do you still care about this?" Adjutant Rutsky closed his legs together, held on to the last line of defense, resisted the impulse on his butt, and said, "Comrade Gorov, don't hesitate. No matter where you pull it, it's better than pulling it in your crotch. As for the rule of not being allowed to urinate anywhere, it's better to solve it. Wait a minute, we will never pull it on the ground, just aim it on the wall. But there is no rule of not being allowed to urinate with the wall. Even if the urban management comes to catch it, we don't have to be afraid."

"Yes! What you said makes a lot of sense, let's go," Govorov no longer cared about his identity, rushed to the corner behind the command center, took off his pants, aimed at the wall, and began the greatest enjoyment in his life. "Ah,,," Lieutenant General Govorov sighed comfortably, and moaned comfortably.

Then, a foul stinking came, making people feel uncomfortable in their noses. However, Lieutenant General Gorvorov felt so beautiful in his heart! It was even more pleasant than when he ate rat meat just now. Gorvorov felt so comfortable when he went to the toilet for the first time. It was so satisfying.

After solving the problem of three urgent problems, Lieutenant General Gorvorov subconsciously touched his pocket, and then he realized that he did not bring toilet paper. He just thought about going to the toilet and forgot everything. He had to ask the adjutant beside him, "Comrade Rutsky, have you brought toilet paper? I'll give you some, and when I go back, I'll give you a medal."

Rutsky's face turned red and his hands spread out, "Comrade General Govorov, I was really anxious just now, I didn't bring anything. Oh! By the way, look at the flyer next to him, you can use this to make do with it." The adjutant pointed to the leaflet sent by the German next to Lieutenant General Govorov, and the portrait of Comrade Stalin was waving to the working people all over the world.

Govorov was stunned for a moment and did not dare to withdraw it to get the leaflet. "Comrade Rutsky, this is a propaganda poster with a portrait of Comrade Stalin. It also says (advanced under the glory of Marxist-Leninist Stalin's thoughts). If we use this to wipe our butts, wouldn't we just treat the great Comrade Stalin as toilet paper and Marxist-Leninist Stalin's thoughts as bullshit? This is a serious Soviet moral problem and will be shot."

After hearing Lieutenant General Goworov's words, Adjutant Rutsky became anxious and advised, "Comrade Goworov, don't think about such problems now. When is this time? You don't need Comrade Stalin to wipe your butt. Do you have to squat here for the rest of your life? You should use your hands, you have to think clearly. Besides, we are the two of us here. Even if Comrade Stalin uses his butt to wipe his butt, it is also known by heaven and earth. You know and I know. If I don't say it, then there will be no one else who knows it."

"This," Govorov began to struggle violently in his mind. Finally, he made up his mind and grabbed the portrait of Comrade Stalin and the leaflet with the Marxist-Leninist Stalin's slogan. He put Comrade Stalin on his butt and began to clean it up. Then he threw it violently, quickly lifted his pants and stood up. After seeing that there were no outsiders around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After the convenience was over, Lieutenant General Govorov walked out of the corner of the command center and prepared to find a faucet to wash his hands. Lieutenant General Govorov was a good child who knew to wash his hands before and after meals. However, before taking a few steps, Govorov felt something was wrong. The stirring of his abdomen began again, and a powerful force seemed to rush from his upper abdomen to his lower abdomen. General Govorov had to run back to the corner just now, preparing to start a second solution to his life problems. Govorov felt that something was wrong. What happened today? How could he digest the digestive system of the steel plate become like this.

At this time, Rutsky, who had just walked out of the corner with Lieutenant General Govorov, ran back and squatted beside Govorov, and complained with a wry smile, "Comrade General Govorov, I am considered unlucky today, why is my stomach always hurting? But I didn't eat anything messy today! I just ate a few ice crystal mouse meat buns, how did it look like this? Oh, it hurts so much."

"Yes! I'm the same today, so I ate a little rat meat, by the way! rat meat." Lieutenant General Gorvorov suddenly trembled in his mind and thought of something. "I understand, I understand, all this is the Germans who are making trouble. It must be the Germans who have drugged the rat meat and then given it to us. Oh, this is bad."

Govorov felt the seriousness of the situation. If the entire Leningrad people ate this rat meat, wouldn't they all have diarrhea? At that time, if the Germans take this opportunity to launch a fierce attack, what should they do? It will be difficult to fight against the Germans' attack in this state.

Thinking of this, Lieutenant General Gorvorov stood up without hesitation and rushed into the command center, preparing to require all combat troops to enter the combat post, even if he was pulled in his crotch, he would block the German attack. If the Germans only used 80,000 people to attack Leningrad, the blow to the morale of the entire Soviet Union would be unimaginable, and the entire war might not be hoped for. Moreover, the geographical location of Leningrad is very important and must not be lost.

However, Govorov's idea of ​​ordering to be strictly guarded was soon shattered. In the entire Soviet Leningrad General Command, all the staff and correspondents were gone, only a few people covered their stomachs and lined up in front of the toilet in great pain. They were unwilling to obey orders at all. Judging from their appearance, they no longer had any combat power.

Lieutenant General Govorov had to pick up the phone and issue orders to the command centers at all levels. However, what annoyed Govorov even more was that no one answered the number of calls he made. Whether it was the front-line battlefield command or the regiment-level command center, recalling the sound of no one answered. Lieutenant General Govorov only felt that he was cold from the beginning. He understood very well why these people did not answer the phone.

"Damn! It's bad now." Lieutenant General Gorvorov decided to drive to the front line position himself, so that soldiers who might not defend on the position could immediately enter the combat post. But as soon as he arrived at the door, Lieutenant General Gorvorov felt a cramp in his stomach, and it was not just cramping. His whole body began to burn itch, which made everyone unable to bear it, making people just want to pull the skin itch. Lieutenant General Gorvorov no longer had the strength to go to the front line position, so he had to pounce on the corner behind the command center again and be with Adjutant Rutsky who was still squatting there.
Chapter completed!