"I've never heard of this, no one told me about it, I didn't see it in the newspapers."
Artyom, who has completed most of the gun maintenance and care work, is assembling the gun body. The incompletely disassembled parts are put back one by one skillfully. It can be seen that he must have practiced a lot on weekdays, and now he still has the last ammunition left.
The box inspection has not been done yet.
"As you just said, some things are not suitable for being widely known. That's what I'm talking about."
Iushkin held the spoon and raised his hand to take a mouthful. He chewed and swallowed slowly, and his thoughts returned to the most unforgettable thing.
"I don't remember exactly what day it was. I just remember that it was the third day since we had had a decent meal. Two or three slices of bread and half a piece of chocolate that escaped from the German guy's pocket. Oh.
, and including five cigarettes, this was all my food during those three days.”
"Then you didn't faint from hunger? Are you still capable of firing?"
Artyom knows what it means to eat so much in three days. To put it bluntly, a woman who doesn't do anything is just asking her to lie in bed for three days to maintain minimum energy consumption. She only eats this much in three days.
It also makes people so hungry that they feel dizzy and want to hug the bark of a tree and chew it hard.
Artyom, who was still young but could already remember the times when white bandits were rampant and war was raging, had actually seen with his own eyes what it was like for a living person to starve to death, so he could understand what Iushkin described very well.
What does this feel like?
Unlike Artyom who was slightly surprised, Iushkin just smiled and didn't care after hearing this.
"I don't know how I survived at that time. I only survived those three days. Not only did I survive, but I also insisted on fighting Fascism for three days. On the third day, I fought twice in a row.
My hands were as soft as cotton, and I didn’t have the strength to fire the cannon. Fortunately, I finally ate something good that day, which saved my life and the lives of many people.”
"Good food? Interesting, what can you eat that is considered good in that environment?"
Seeing Artyom's interest, Iushkin deliberately kept it a secret.
"Have a guess. If you guessed right, I'll go to Comrade Commander and ask for two packs of General cigarettes for you. I won't keep any of them. They're all yours."
"Yes, yes, I don't care. You used these words to fool me last time. As a result, I only smoked a few of the cigarettes that came, but you smoked them all. How dare you say that they are for me?"
Faced with Artyom's sudden question, Iushkin, whose face was as thick as the front equivalent defense of an IS7 turret, just giggled.
"Hey~ Look at what you said, isn't it still me who gave it to you? I didn't break my promise. Is it the same if I didn't give it to you and if I gave it to you and asked you to give it to me? The nature of the two things is different.
,dont you agree?"
Artyom, who was so annoyed by this shameless guy that he just wanted to curse, managed to endure it. Then he raised his head and put his face in front of Iushkin with an expression like "What the hell are you doing?"
Open your mouth slowly.
"Is that what you call rubbing? Why don't you hold the cigarette this time and I will rub you."
"Don't, don't, don't, it's better for you to hold it, just hold it. Which one of us brothers will follow the other?"
Although Artyom is older than Iushkin, to be precise, this Ukrainian fitter is even the eldest in the whole crew. He ran away as soon as he saw it. But the amazing thing is that Iushkin and Artem
There is no generation gap or estrangement between Qiao Mu, and it is impossible to say who is the "old brother" and who is the "younger brother". Anyway, the two of them are as good as a pair of irons when they open their mouths.
"Where did I just talk about? Oh, by the way, about the meal."
After finishing the sentence, before he finished speaking, he picked up the spoon on the side of the lunch box and took a spoonful, put it into his mouth to eat, and took a bite of the bread held in the other hand, taking his time.
Iushkin, who was chewing, then continued to speak.
"You may not believe it, but it was a meal of rat broth. The soup was so thin that my face could be seen. It was basically like soaking a few pieces of meat and vegetable leaves in water."
"But it was so delicious. It was better than anything I had ever eaten in my life. I will never forget the taste in my life. It was saved by the female comrades in Leningrad for half a month.
The mice were ready and sent, and they have been waiting for an opportunity to make them ready and send them to the Red Army."
"That meal was eaten at the tank factory. When we went to pick up the car, it was the Leningrad Kirov factory, which is also the hometown of our current IS7 car. I have always felt that this is a spiritual continuation, not a coincidence.
It is a spiritual inheritance from Leningrad.”
While telling the story about rat meat, he chewed and swallowed it deliciously, without feeling any inconvenience or inconvenience at all.
Artyom, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, emptying the ammunition and loading bullets again into the magazine after checking, was not surprised by this.
Being able to talk like Iushkin about things that might make ordinary people feel sick and lose their appetite, while still eating deliciously, is actually a basic operation that does not require any surprise.
As long as you can survive two months on the battlefield, even one month if your will is strong enough, then you will change from an ordinary person who loses appetite after hearing these words, and may even vomit. Don't say it is just talking.
It's a disgusting thing to eat. Even if you sit among the dead, with the corpse of a German stick under your butt, you can still eat it. It tastes good.
War will eliminate all those who cannot get along with it and are not used to getting along with it, but those who can stay are absolute war adaptors, without exception.
"Then how do you repay others? Is there a beautiful little cook who fell in love with the handsome tank soldier comrade Iushkin and then made a private marriage?"
Artyom didn't know what happened next. He was still joking with Iushkin to liven up the atmosphere, but he soon noticed something was wrong from Iushkin's face.
There was no smile or even talk of relaxation. The tone of Iushkin's next words was just like his expression at this moment.
"The Germans outside the city used train guns to bombard the tank factory. We happened to be inside at that time. Everything happened so suddenly that we had no time to prepare or dodge."
"Many people lost their lives. Comrade the commander and I barely escaped by hiding in the trench where the vehicle was being repaired. When we came outside after the bombardment, almost even the terrain had been changed. We. We didn't even
I had time to thank them properly, and it was all over."
"."
Artyom never thought that this would be the case, and he fell into a brief silence like Iushkin at first.
It seemed like a moment of silence, but also like thinking, and soon he spoke again when Iushkin, who was holding a spoon in his hand, was still speechless.
"Then have you ever thought about one thing? Add another sentence to our car. Comrade the commander will agree. Anyway, this sentence is not missing now."
Iushkin was a little confused, so he just blinked and asked.
"What words? Is it a slogan?"
"Well, the slogan that suits this shared memory with Comrade Commander, I suddenly thought of it just now, is called "Avenger of Leningrad"."