Steel Soviet Union

Sometimes when people are in a daze, they will think about many things unconsciously.

For example, Malashenko doesn't even know what he is thinking in his head right now. Anyway, he is leaning on the door frame of the tent, staring blankly there, and he doesn't even notice that the cigarette butt has almost burned his fingers. He felt no pain at all until Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who had finished handling the matters at hand as soon as possible, stepped forward.

"Hey, why are you so stunned!? The cigarette butt is almost burning on your hand. Don't you feel pain?"

"Ah! Huh? What do you mean it hurts? Oh, fuck! It burned me to death. I didn't even notice that the cigarette butt burned my hand. Damn it!"

Faced with Malashenko's sudden complaint, it was not the first time that Petrov, the political commissar who heard similar words, could only shake his head slightly helplessly.

As long as Malashenko's emotions are excited, or in a sudden and unconscious situation, a few words that he does not understand will inevitably pop up in his mouth, but if he thinks about it carefully afterwards, he feels that there is something wrong. Deja vu.

Anyway, Commissar Petrov couldn't understand these words like modal pronouns in Malashenko's mouth, and what they meant if they were explained clearly.

But anyway, I have said it a lot, and this is not the first time. After repeated visits, the political commissar has become accustomed to it. He simply regards it as a habit of Malashenko, and there is no need to dig deeper to find out the meaning. .

"Let's go when you're ready. Weren't you in a hurry just now?"

"Well, let's set off now. Let's go."

Malashenko, who had already thrown the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, gave a simple reply. His facial expression did not look like there was any big problem, but Comrade Political Commissar could tell that Malashenko had something on his mind. .

The road leading to the logistics and field maintenance regiment under Karamov's command is not too far away. Because it is a unit directly under the division headquarters, the station is not far away, less than one kilometer away.

Logically speaking, this kind of road can actually be walked, but considering that it was dark and windy in the middle of the night, and the snow was very deep and shallow, I didn't even know that I tripped on something. If you pour it, you have to eat a mouthful of snow.

So even though the journey was not far, Malashenko still chose to use a car as a means of transportation.

In the past, it was Iushkin who served as Malashenko’s driver, but now it was already late at night. According to Iushkin’s habit of fighting, Malashenko estimated that this kid would be early in the morning. They have all fallen asleep.

There will be another battle tomorrow, and Malashenko doesn't want Iushkin, who desperately needs his eyes, to go into battle listlessly with panda eyes due to lack of sleep. Malashenko has never been a gunner before, and he knows how much sleep deprivation and sleepiness can have on a gunner who needs to aim his gun.

It just so happens that Malashenko hasn't driven a car in person for a long time. He hasn't touched either a tank or a car for a long time. Today, since I have the opportunity to indulge in the addiction of racing in the middle of the night, I can't expect a political commissar with only one arm to drive, right? The reason is that simple, and Malashenko does not intend to call the division's dedicated driver to drive on his behalf.

"Why did you remember to drive by yourself today? I have forgotten the last time you drove by yourself."

The Gas Jeep slowly moved forward along the roughly opened road in the snow. The more than thirty centimeters of snow that originally covered the center of the dirt road has now been shoveled to both sides of the road and is no longer in the way. The frozen dirt road is only barely wide enough for a tank, so you have to be careful when driving on it at night.

Malashenko, who was not very skilled in driving and had not touched the steering wheel for a long time, kept his eyes fixed on the road illuminated by the headlights in front of him, not daring to relax even a little while listening to the words of the political commissar in the passenger seat and answering. .

"What? The teacher drives you to your destination. This opportunity is rare. Aren't you happy?"

Malashenko deliberately steered the topic in a relaxed and pleasant direction. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who could understand why Malashenko did this if he thought about it carefully, had already figured it out based on the scene at the tent door just now. There is no need to talk about something that everyone understands. It is better to follow Malashenko's wishes and talk about something light-hearted and pleasant.

"How could it be? What reason should I have to be unhappy? I just said it casually."

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask you something. You've been back home many times during this trip. I did the math for you two days ago. If you add up the vacations caused by various reasons, you can go back in basically half a year. Once, the stay is not too short. You, no, it should be Natalia, your beautiful fiancée’s stomach is not moving at all? "

puff--

Grass! ! !

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar spoke in a relaxed and cheerful manner as if he was half-joking, but when Malashenko, who was not prepared at all, heard this, he lost his grip on the steering wheel and the car twisted and turned half on the spot. drift. Fortunately, I didn't crash into the snowdrift on the side of the road. Fortunately, Comrade Ma, my foot was in place and he stepped on the brakes in time.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you react so violently?"

Comrade Political Commissar was still confused about the situation. He felt that the questions he asked were really ordinary and normal. But if we look at it from Comrade Ma's own perspective, it's completely different.

"No, I said there are no outsiders here, so I'll tell you the truth. Every time I go home these few times, I just hug her and sleep, and I don't even take off my pajamas and pajamas. Who did you listen to? I have to do that when I go back? Don't tell me that there are soldiers spreading it in private."

Malashenko really felt that he was right not to bring a guard with him on this trip. Otherwise, if there were outsiders sitting in the back seat, and if this joke spread in the future, what would be the dignity and face of his teacher? That’s fucking outrageous!

Malashenko's face was full of "I don't understand", while Comrade Political Commissar's face was also full of question marks.

"What? There is nothing like that between you two. Who would have thought of this!? Don't say that I guessed it wrong. Even if you tell other people about this, they will definitely have the same reaction as me. This sounds difficult. I believe it! You two are so in love and you are so young, tell me how you resisted the urge in bed after you returned? Didn't Natalia react at all? "