Sometimes when people are in a daze, they will think about many things in their head 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 even doesn't notice that the cigarette butt has almost burned his fingers.
I felt no pain at all until Comrade Political Commissar, who had finished handling the matters at hand as quickly 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, shit! It burned me to death. I didn't even notice that the cigarette butt burned my hand. Damn it!"
Facing Malashenko's sudden complaint, Commissar Petrov, who had heard similar words for the first time, could only shake his head in helplessness.
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 this as a habit of Malashenko, and there is no need to dig deeper to find out the meaning.
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"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.
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The road leading to the logistics and field maintenance regiment under Karamov's control 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, one step in the snow was very deep and the other was shallow. I fell over and didn't know what I tripped on.
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 late at night. According to Iushkin’s habit of fighting, Malashenko estimated that this kid would be early in the morning.
They had 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. It's not like Malashenko has never been a gunner before.
, we know how much impact lack of sleep and being too sleepy to keep our eyes open will have on the gunner who needs to take aim.
It just so happens that Malashenko hasn't driven a car in person for a long time. He hasn't touched a tank or a car for a long time. Since he had the opportunity today, he took the opportunity to indulge in the addiction of racing in the middle of the night. You can't expect a political commissar with only one arm.
Come and drive? It's that simple, and Malashenko doesn't plan 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 snow that was originally more than 30 centimeters thick in the middle of the dirt road has now been shoveled to both sides of the road and is no longer in the way. It was frozen.
The hard dirt road is only barely wide enough for a tank, so you have to be careful when driving on it at night with a small Gas Jeep.
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 in the slightest while listening to the words of the political commissar in the passenger seat and answering.
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"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 political commissar who can understand why Malashenko did this after thinking about it carefully has already figured it out based on the scene at the tent door just now. There is no need to add some more
If everyone understands it, let's talk about it. It's better to follow Malashenko's wishes and talk about something lighthearted 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 even calculated it 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 was not too short. You... uh, no, it should be Natalia, your beautiful fiancée’s belly didn’t move at all? "
puff--
Grass!!!
Comrade Comrade Political Commissar spoke in a relaxed and cheerful manner as if he was joking. However, 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.
Drifting. Fortunately, I didn't crash into the snowdrift on the roadside. Fortunately, Comrade Ma moved his feet well and stepped on the brakes in time.
"What's wrong with you? Why...reacted so violently?"
Comrade Political Commissar did not understand the situation and was confused. He felt that the question he asked was very common and normal. But if it were viewed by Comrade Ma himself, it would be completely different.
"No, I said... there are no outsiders here, so I'll tell you the truth. These few times when I went home, I just hugged her and slept, and I didn't even take off my pajamas and pajamas.
Who did you hear that I had to do that when I got back? Don't tell me that there are soldiers spreading rumors 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? It was simply
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 no such thing between you two... Oh, 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 unbelievable! You two are so in love and you are so young, tell me how you resisted the urge in bed after you went back? Didn't Natalia have any reaction? "