Comrade salute!
Arla
Mikiyan glanced at the girl in front of him (they met in a room on the outskirts of Moscow, where the training was held). The light was very weak, and her face looked dark and blurred.
"Well, what can I do?" He said not very enthusiastically, "Since you volunteered … and Colonel Alla asked for it … please stay."
People are surrounded by heavy machine guns with their mouths wide open, their heads hanging like grapes, and the people behind them are pressing against the people in front of them. They are greedy and curious. They watch Mikiyan skillfully and handily disassemble the machine guns into pieces, accurately and thoughtfully, and slowly reassemble them, explaining the structure of the machine guns and how to make a scale, carrying out aiming demonstration programs, explaining the deviation of ballistic range and the farthest range of bullets, and teaching how to choose the location of the machine guns to avoid enemy gunfire when fighting. He personally lay behind a cracked protective plate painted with protective color, telling how to choose favorable terrain and how to place the magazine.
Chapter 75 Death Dance
Mikiyan received military training during World War I, but he didn’t have a chance to fight in the end. But now his military talents have finally been brought into play. If he hadn’t been a capitalist, he might have joined the party and become a military commander of the Red Army, and he wouldn’t have been a small red guard machine gun squad leader. There are a heavy machine gun, a dozen rifles and limited ammunition in the squad.
Mikiyan taught his hands the knowledge he learned in military training in a dogmatic way. The soldiers were very detailed, and everyone except the fat cook quickly mastered this knowledge. No matter how many times Mikiyan told him the rules for disassembling the machine gun, he still couldn’t remember that he always made mistakes, and he was in a hurry and muttered, "What’s wrong?" Oh, what’s wrong with me … I’m sorry … Should I put it here or not! ….. "He cried in disappointment." What’s the matter? "
"That’s right.’ What’s going on?’" A fitter with a dark face and blue spots on his forehead and cheeks injured by gunpowder imitated his tone and said, "Because you know how to eat food and your head is full of ointment, you should!"
The fitter soldier confidently made a demonstration of putting one piece in the right place. "I like military workers since I was a child." Amid laughter, he pointed to the blue scar on his face and said, "I have made rifles and machine guns in the arsenal. I am very skilled at these guys."
People who deal with gun parts all day really have more advantages than everyone else, and master a set of knowledge of machine guns more easily and quickly. There is a fat chef who lags behind. He is a chef who makes bread. He can’t do anything. He will come to the army. The chief will assign him to do cooking classes, but the mortality rate is extremely high and food is very scarce. Cooking is a very good position that has long been occupied by others. Because cooking doesn’t go face to face with China people and it is rarely enough to eat … Ordinary soldiers can’t enjoy this treatment.
In training, I often hear him sigh sadly like crying, "It’s not right again! What? -I don’t know! "
"What a stupid donkey! The whole of Europe may have your head! " Mikiyan angrily scold a way
"God forgive him and let him make bread and torture him," said the cultivated comrades. "He may not know anything after kneading dough!" A soldier grunted, and everyone smiled kindly.
Some just comrades blushed and the fat chef shouted angrily, "Comrades, we should teach comrades how to do it instead of grinning and laughing!" His statement was supported by the big coal miners with long arms and big eyes. "You can laugh at it, comrades, don’t delay things! Comrade monitor Mikiyan told your soldiers to behave themselves or tell them to go to hell! The revolution is in crisis, and China people will attack soon, but if they don’t train seriously and help it, their comrades will laugh at their own comrades! This is not conducive to the revolutionary war at all-"he said huskily, shaking his fist like a hammer."
Katyusha, a beautiful female soldier, didn’t join them in the argument. She put all her thoughts on the machine gun. She explored everything with great curiosity. She clung to Mikiyan and tugged at his shabby shirt sleeve and circled around the machine gun.
"What if the water in the radiator disappears and evaporates? What is the deviation when aiming in case of strong wind? Comrade Mikiyan, what should I do? " She pestered him with endless questions and looked forward to it. Her big black eyes looked up at Mikiyan with changeable and warm light in their eyes.
"If there is no water in the radiator, you will have a pee horse. From this point of view, female soldiers are really not suitable for machine gunners …" The soldier laughed and said.
"Don’t say such nonsense to lesbians!" Mikiyan sternly reprimanded him for rarely doing this to his soldiers, because he put his hand on twelve men and watched his brother coming to the battlefield, and probably had no chance to come back alive.
I don’t know anything about Katyusha, but Mikiyan always feels very constrained. It seems that she is particularly strict with her for being restrained and retaliating, and her look is deliberately cold; However, every morning, one minute is not bad. At seven o’clock in the morning, Katyusha must be shrinking, putting his hands in the sleeves of grass-green cotton military uniforms and pulling the soles of two fat infantry boots to the training ground. He will experience an exciting and extraordinary feeling.
Katyusha is not tall. She is so strong, plump and strong that you can see at a glance that she is a girl engaged in manual labor. Her big eyes make her look beautiful, even if she is not very beautiful.
After four days of training in this way, on the fifth day, each person can play five rounds of live ammunition training, and five rounds of heavy machine guns are a flash.
The first twelve have all missed the target, and often when they pull the trigger, they will lose that kind of shooting method. There is no way to realize the realistic ideal, and there is always a gap, but the reality is that they don’t have so many bullets to practice.
"It’s too bad that you can’t hit it with only five rounds of bullets, and it’s too uncomfortable to shoot it without feeling what it’s like."
"I’ll let you fight enough when it’s time to fight!"
Katyusha silently came to the side of the heavy machine gun and loaded the belt according to the training requirements. A trigger machine "chug-chug …" Two continuous shots stunned Mikiyan, and then looked at the target and saw that there were three bullet holes …
"Sharpshooter! Comrade Katyusha … "Mikiyan cried excitedly." I want to report to the first-class military commander that there is a talented sharpshooter in our machine gun class. Do you know what great news this is? China people shot and killed our army, soldiers and civilians with marksmanship advantage, and now we have our own sharpshooters … What a happy event! "
"That’s great!" Mikiyan shouted, "I want to apply to the class for five more rounds of ammunition, Comrade Katyusha!" "
"Comrade monitor, I won’t let you down, I won’t let the revolutionary Central Military Commission down, I won’t let Lenin down. I feel that I am full of energy and can destroy an China person with one bullet …" Comrade Katyusha said in a crisp voice.
Mikiyan couldn’t help but sit up and take notice of this female soldier. He looked at Katyusha carefully again. During the four-day joint training day, he didn’t take a good look at her. There was a female soldier in her class. Mikiyan was embarrassed and didn’t have time to look at her face carefully.
After the live-fire training, Mikiyan invited Katyusha to walk into the basement and build it into a machine gun fortress. In the battle, they will stick to the life inside the fortress and fight the machine guns to stop the China people from attacking and cause great damage to the China people.
When she walked out of the basement, she went ahead; Take the last step and turn around and ask a question. Mikiyan gave her a look at the dusk light and couldn’t help secretly calling out. She used to arrange her hair in her usual posture and squinted at him slightly, waiting for an answer.
Mikiyan was obsessed with the girl’s beauty and didn’t hear Katyusha’s question clearly. A sweet and bitter taste came to his heart. He walked slowly, step by step. Her nostrils, which were pink by the low sunset, moved gently because of nervousness. Her mouth lines were firm and handsome, but at the same time, she was gentle and slightly upturned like a child. Some short yellow hairs clearly set off her white skin.
Mikiyan seemed a little shy and bowed his head and said in a warm tone, "Comrade Katyusha … you will be a great machine gun player, and the Chinese will be deterred in front of you because of your marksmanship … and you are beautiful, very beautiful. I am a little jealous of China people when you die at gunpoint!"
"Ha ha, you are so funny, comrade monitor" Katyusha said unequivocally and then smiled "Comrade Mikiyan! ….. I mean, when can we go to the shooting range again? Can you really apply to the company for me to play five more rounds? "
"Of course!" Mikiyan said, "But it may not be approved. You know, we have very little ammunition …"
"It’s so unfair, China marksmanship what so good? I heard that they are fed out by tens of millions of bullets, and they can play as many as they want. Comrade Katyusha, you are very talented, but you can play five bullets and you have to get approval from the company. What is this? "
"We will have bread, milk and everything …" Katyusha said with a smile. "Comrade Lenin is right. I feel very confident in repelling the invasion of the Chinese team!"
I don’t know why Katyusha’s smile seems to be more naive, accessible and human. Mikiyan stopped beside her; Katyusha stared blankly at the end of the street where the sun was setting, and the sunset glow dyed everything purple. He replied in a low voice, "I will let you train more and make you a good gunner, I promise."
***
On the outskirts of the town where the army headquarters is located, Zhang Yiping and twelve younger sisters Fang Junyi walked side by side. The guards behind them led the horses for them. They all held rifles and bullets in their hands. On both sides of the road, there was a piece of grass as tall as a man. Some birds jumped up and twittered around.
But these little birds can’t attract the attention of Zhang Yiping and twelve sisters. They want to fight bigger beasts, at least wild sheep and the like.
This is a rich land with more resources than rich land. It would be too uneconomical to spend a bomb to shoot a sparrow. Zhang Yiping would not do such a loss-making business, although he is very rich, no more than one or two bombs.
"Hey twelve younger sister! Why haven’t you seen wild sheep and bison? Such a wide meadow "Zhang Yiping asked as he walked.
"Please stop calling me twelve sisters and call me Junyi if appropriate." Fang Junyi frowned slightly. "I have finished college courses in Peking University in the past two years. I am now a college student in name only, which is quite different from the careless female soldier in the past …"
"Although I said that I should sit up and take notice in three days, I still prefer that you were a little impulsive at the beginning, but that’s who you are. I don’t know you very well now," Zhang Yiping said, pricking up his ears to listen to the deep grass.
Fang Junyi walked silently for a few minutes. She took a sideways glance at Zhang Yiping and asked, "Are you refusing me politely? Before my sex, you didn’t think I was gentle enough. Now I’m gentle, dignified, demure and innocent girl. You say you like me again … "
"The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but between me and you, and between you and me … but between us." Zhang Yiping’s words made Fang Junyi somewhat stunned.
Zhang Yiping’s ears pricked up. He heard some movement in the grass in the distance, and then fired a shot. After listening to it, a tusked old wild boar ran out of the bushes and rushed towards Zhang Yiping, followed by a group of modest wild boars.
Fang Junyi reacted. The rifle in his hand even hit the boar’s head and knocked seven wild boars to the ground.
