War does not determine its whereabouts when it comes to personal feelings. Even if there is sadness and confusion, the pace of war is still approaching.

The news about Tang Yunyang in Spain prompted the Soviet Red Army to start their offensive preparations. The preparation period this time would not be too long, because when the guy came back, the Soviet government was worried that he would use some means that would not be conducive to the war.

With the progress of the Spanish "hostage crisis" handling, the situation gradually became tense on the battlefield of the "Soviet-Polish War". As before, the wheeled armored forces of the cavalry army became the sharp knife for breakthroughs.

Paul Kochakin went to the "Roaring Babin" tank with a tank cap with Soviet characteristics. As he walked, he thought about the upcoming war from time to time. This time the tactics had almost no change, and the only change was that the Red Army's armored troops were about to enter Poland.

Faced with the multiple lines of defense built by the Poles and built on the fast front, they stood in front of the Red Army. Faced with these solid fortresses, the power of the Red Army was greatly enhanced. More heavy artillery from the Soviet arsenals and the "aircraft ship" from the Chinese Federation became the patron gods of the Soviet Red Army's offensive forces.

When Paul Kochakin came to the command center of Roaring Babin, he found his happy commander taking a shower.

"Splash more water!"

"Roaring Babin" roared at his guards and asked him to act quickly. Despite the stimulation of the soap on his face, he still noticed the arrival of Paul Korchakin.

"Sit there, there are tobacco and cigarette paper in the pocket of the military uniform!"

For some reason, after he followed his advice to smoke, he always thought that the other party would not prepare these things by himself. Or in his eyes, Paul Kochakin was always a little brother who didn't know how to take care of himself.

"You'd better deal with your own head as soon as possible!"

Paul Kochakin said as he sat on the chair beside him and took out a box of cigarettes. As a political commissar of the division, Paul Kochakin had no chance at this time. He sat there with the soldiers as before and smoked Mohe cigarettes, or in the battle, smoking half of the hand wet with the spit that somebody stuffed over.

The colorful cigarette boxes are printed with the symbols of tank soldiers. These specially-long cigarettes are not available for ordinary soldiers. Paul Kochakin sometimes doesn't understand "Roaring Babin", so why can't he change his habit of smoking cigarettes?

"He is a chief officer loved by soldiers!"

Looking at the scars on the Roaring Babin's body that would turn red when it was stimulated by cold water, Paul Kochakin would feel sincere feelings. At the same time, he was also beginning to worry about the future of "Roaring Babin".

"He is an uneducated, extremely rude guy with no political stance. No matter what, you look good at this guy!"

This is the evaluation of the military political commissar of him and a warning to Paul Kochakin.

"Do you smoke a cigarette? This thing has no smell. If it were me, I wouldn't like it!"

"Roaring Babin" came to Paul Korchakin with his wet body. The water on his body was wet, which made him feel as if he was scared by the sound of cannons on the battlefield.

"Sir, I have to show you some documents!"

"Roaring Babin" saw Paul Kochakin reaching out to take out some paper from his cowhide document bag, rolling cigarettes in his hand, and asked casually.

"Is it an order? If I let me dry here, I will definitely lose my hair!"

As a warlike commander, his long-term life on the front line has made him somewhat impatient.

"No, these are written by the Party members and the League members. They ask you to send them to the most dangerous places. They will prove their loyalty to the Soviets with their passion!"

"Roaring Babin" paused for a moment in his hand, and then he reached out and grabbed the paper into his hand and placed it on the table beside him.

"Okay, I will read it carefully. To be honest, sometimes the things written by the children will make me rubella! Look, I really should ask carefully, which bastards told them that there are such lang ideas in the war. God forgive these fools! As for you, since your children are so enthusiastic, I think they should wipe their chariots before attacking, and the machinery should also be carefully checked. These nonsense words are useless when using oil to fight. Do you understand? My brother!"

When he said this, "Roaring Babin" had already rolled up the "firecracker" in his hand. When he took a deep breath, he could see the muscles on his face trembling as if mocking.

"But the enthusiasm of these young people should not be hit, if..."

Paul Kochakin thought in his heart that the "roaring Babin" should not have hit the enthusiasm of these young people, so he stumbled and wanted to argue.

"puff……!"

In his strong argument, "Roaring Babin" said nothing, but just blew a puff of smoke on his face. Then, his face became serious, and some cold light shot out from his smoky eyes.

"Brother, have you forgotten? I asked my soldiers not only to be passionate, but to be disciplined and professional. No matter how enthusiastic a person is, he cannot resist the attack of bullets and shells. The only way to eliminate them before they strike you is the only way to do so. As for these..."

He glanced at the stack of paper beside him, and turned his head and looked as if warning Paul Kochakin.

"Get more. You know, you can't get cigarette paper on the battlefield. How about it, my brother, since your children love to play with pens so much, let them send me more!"

For a moment, Paul Kochakin felt a little regretful. He gave these documents to the guy in front of him. But then, he stopped the impulse in his mind with the enlightenment of a political worker.

"Don't worry, I promise that my children will not be worse than others in military technology!"

After saying that, Paul Kochakin threw the pipe in his hand underground and stretched out his feet to crush it hard. "Roaring Babin" took such an attitude towards the enthusiastic information of the Party and League members. Paul Kochakin was a little sad. He didn't understand why the strength of military technology and ideological progress were not something that could coexist!

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The first division of the "Roaring Babin" has never been a reasonable person. But Paul Kochakin knew that the young men in the army had great trust in this commander, and at least he, the political commissar, did not receive the love of him like him.

The speechless Paul Kochakin left the command center of "Roaring Babin" with a heavy heart. In this very calm battlefield life, he found that he was becoming more and more different from "Roaring Babin". While walking, he opposed Babin's "military professionalism" statement in his heart. He regretted that he had not debated with him well just now, so that he understood that his idea of ​​only considering "military professionalism" is actually a very dangerous idea.

"Isn't a thoughtful soldier a good soldier?"

So is this idea correct? I don’t know yet. After all, his relationship with his comrade-in-arms of "Roaring Babin" continued to survive for a long time until that night when he had to "break".

But soon after, he temporarily threw this matter behind his mind. In the almost joking tone of "roaring Babin" just now, Paul Kochakin had already smelled the smell of war. During the war, he had to understand a relationship.

"...Dear Tonya, when you receive this letter, I have already joined the war. If you can, then I want to tell you that I am very sorry. As a proletarian warrior, I cannot... If I can still live in this world and gather with you, please believe that I will be your best friend and keep the feelings we have ever had in my heart as the best gift given to me by God.

If I sacrificed in the fire of war, then you don’t have to be too sad. Life must continue. I believe that in the days to come, you will meet a man who is truly worthy of your love..."

The ellipsis that many people have replaced some Paul. Kochakin feels difficult to say. As a strong proletarian warrior, he must use all his life and enthusiasm to defeat that class. So how could he become weak for the feelings of Tonya?

"I want to be a strong Bolshevik with a stern heart..."

This is the final preparation Paul Kochakin made before this war, and he will devote himself to the torrent of war.
Chapter completed!