Steel Soviet Union

"Ah, Comrade Political Commissar, Comrade Commander, when will he come back? Today is already the fifteenth day, I have been marking it on the calendar.

Political Commissar Petrov, who was correcting documents at his desk, glanced at Iushkin, who was sitting opposite with his legs crossed without raising his head, and quickly blurted out mechanical words without any emotion.

"Do you know? I have been counting. Since Comrade Commander left, you have asked me this question for the 67th time in the fifteen days. On average, it is more than four times a day. You should know this, right?"

As soon as Malashenko left, Iushkin, the "chatty" guy, had no one to turn to, so he turned to our political commissar and followed him around all day long.

Comrade Political Commissar also knows that Iushkin is a key training target that Malashenko values. In the future, he will be trained towards the commanding class so that he can one day truly take charge of his own affairs. This is why Malashenko gradually The reason why he rose to the rank of captain now.

So these days, instead of chasing Iushkin away, Comrade Political Commissar took the trouble to chat with this talkative boy. Tell him about political and ideological education and some military command things, hoping to prepare him for his future development.

It's just that Iushkin's chatty and funny nature really made our political commissar a bit confused and even dumbfounded.

Once the business is done and the class is over, Iushkin will always find some nonsense topics to "ask" our political commissar for advice.

For example, "What does it feel like to sleep with a girl?" This question, which was so outrageous that it shocked the political commissar comrades for a whole year, came out of Iushkin's mouth.

Comrade Political Commissar is not married yet, but it does not mean that he has no experience in this field.

But this matter, how would you ask Comrade Political Commissar to describe it?

The political commissar's full-time job is to be a specialist in political work and ideological education, but he has no obligation to popularize "sex education knowledge" to the soldiers below.

Comrade Political Commissar, who was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, and with smoke coming out of his head, directly said to Iushkin, "If you are willing, I suggest you keep this question and come back to ask Comrade the division commander and see what he says." The hot potato was thrown directly to Malashenko.

As for whether Iushkin will ask when the time comes, it’s hard to say.

"Huh? 67 times? Is there that many? Why do I feel like I only asked a few times?"

"How many times have you asked me about something? Instead of helping Artyom maintain the car, you came to the division headquarters and sat on my desk. Get out of here! Now!"

The words alone may be a bit scary, but Iushkin, who has long understood Malashenko's temper, is not afraid of this. Comrade Commander will not get angry because of this kind of thing. This is all pretending.

"Hey, I just want to chat with Comrade Political Commissar and sit on your chair for a while.

"You're still poor like me, right? Cleaning toilets and picking up excrement, you want to experience it?"

"No, no, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."

"Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes, comrade commander, see you later."

""

He looked at Malashenko, who was carrying a suitcase in front of him and a bag on his shoulder, and then glanced at Iushkin, who fled out of the division headquarters like a mouse chased away by a cat and disappeared in an instant. . Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who temporarily stopped writing the pen in his hand, inevitably chose to say something at this time.

"Don't you think Iushkin's power is a bit too much? He has been running at full power all day long, running overloaded every day, just like a perpetual motion machine."

Malashenko, who had an angry face but was actually "numb" in his heart, threw his suitcase and backpack on the table, pulled up a chair, sat down, and lit a cigarette before speaking. replied.

"He's been like this all day long. He's like a mechanical toy that's about to be wound up and explode. I can't figure out where he gets so much energy."

"But it is not a bad thing. At least he is like this on the battlefield. It is like being on stimulants throughout the whole process. He maintains an efficient rate of killing Germans from beginning to end. His gunnery performance is quite stable. Such a good gunner, you are in our It’s hard to find a second one.”

The political commissar who heard Malashenko's comments smiled helplessly. There is no doubt that Malashenko valued and cultivated Iushkin.

"The advantages are very good, but if he wants to become a qualified commander and combatant, he needs to be more calm and capable, instead of being super powered all day long like he is now."

"Take your time. At least this abundant vitality will allow him to maintain the best condition in the position of commander and fighter for a long time. The advantages can be transferred, as long as they are properly cultivated."

In the eyes of Malashenko, who reached out to flick the ashtray into the ashtray on the table, Iushkin's good qualities were basically all that remained.

I also knew that Iushkin was indeed a good and promising political commissar comrade, so he chose not to continue talking about such trivial matters, and instead changed the topic back to the positive topic.

"How was your harvest this time? What did you do? Do you have any good news to bring back?"

"Yes, there is a lot of good news. I will tell you one by one."

As Malashenko said, this trip back to the rear has indeed yielded a lot.

The new assault rifle was favored by Comrade Stalin and approved for small-scale mass production. The IS4 heavy tank was also approved for small-scale production as a special vehicle for the elite Guards, as Kotin realized.

What was left was some good news from Morozov. In short, Malashenko recounted all the "good news" he could think of to the political commissar comrades one by one and explained them clearly.

There was really a lot to do during this official vacation, even Malashenko, who was nagging his comrades in the political commissar, felt so.

"It seems that you have achieved your goal when you went back this time, but I don't know if you have seen those things. Well, they are all exclusive gifts for you."

Looking at Comrade Political Commissar pointing with a pen with a smile on his face, Malashenko turned his head to the right and then realized that the pile of documents on the corner of his desk was almost half a meter high. .

Grass! Why didn't you notice it when you walked in just now?

Seeing the expected "desperate" expression on Malashenko's face, the political commissar looked "very satisfied" and continued to speak on the premise that he still had something to say.

"Enough with the bad news, now I have good news for you."

"good news?"

Malashenko, who had just hit the bottom of a roller coaster ride, seemed a little confused when he heard these words, and his subconscious response was almost without thinking.

"What's the good news? Tell me."

"Well, the superiors affirm that our division has made outstanding achievements in the Battle of Cherkasy and won collective honor, so we should commend it."

"One of the awards is to arrange a cultural performance for our division. The Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe is coming, and the time is tonight. The relevant work has been arranged. When the time comes, you only need to go on stage to speak, and then watch the performance."

"This is a detailed process arrangement and a list of performers. I guess you didn't expect it. Who is coming on the list?"