"Okay, align it, lower the crane down! Yes, a little slower, okay, just at this speed!"
"Go get the toolbox and prepare for installation and debugging. There will be another car waiting for us when we are done. Everyone, hurry up."
As Karamov said, the maintenance team he led did perform well.
At least what Malashenko sees now is all orderly and intensive. Compared with the general maintenance team, there is nothing wrong with it, and it is even better.
Listening to such a strong Northeastern flavor of Russian always makes Malashenko feel friendly. Karamov said that this kid has a high understanding and it seems right. Even if he has an unavoidable Northeastern flavor, at least he is
I can speak Russian quite fluently, right? At least I can’t see any problems when communicating with my friends around me, which is pretty good.
"Ren Dagui!"
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What Malashenko shouted was not Russian, but standard Chinese. It was indeed his true mother tongue that he had not spoken to anyone for a long time.
Everyone in front of the IS6 heavy tank was stunned when Malashenko yelled at him. Most people looked over with confused expressions on their faces. They had no idea what the words just meant. They only knew that the division commander
The comrade suddenly roared, but one person's expression was not the same. Instead, he turned around with slight surprise and looked at Malashenko, who had already stepped forward.
"I heard that you did a good job in the maintenance class, and now you are the squad leader? That's okay, boy, well done! Even in such a distant foreign country, you didn't embarrass your motherland. Well done!"
Now Malashenko spoke in Russian, and of course the soldiers around him understood what he was saying to their squad leader.
Ren Dagui is not very tall, only over 1.7 meters tall.
In China, where malnutrition is common these days, you can indeed be called tall, but if you let the Slavs who are tall and strong, it is really nothing. Standing at my own height of 1.9 meters
In front of Malashenko, who was known as "unsuitable to be a tank soldier" due to his height, he really looked up to his comrade as a division commander like a child looking at an adult.
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, comrade division commander. You are welcome to inspect! Please give me instructions."
Ren Dagui, whose hands were covered in black oil and his face was stained like a cat with a painted face, raised his hand in a military salute. He had indeed changed a lot since he joined the leadership division.
You must know that in the past, when you were with the Germans, he was just a laborer doing physical work. He had no experience in military matters at all, and he didn't learn anything. Let alone technical matters, he just loaded a gun with bullets.
He doesn't know how to do it. Now he has transformed into a maintenance class monitor. This really has to be said to be "a treat with admiration after three days apart".
"Just leave what you have at hand, I have something to do with you, it will probably take about ten minutes to half an hour. You make arrangements first, and I'll wait for you at the edge."
"Oh, ah? Is there something wrong? Okay, I will arrange the matter. Please wait a moment, Comrade Senior."
Walking to the side and watching Ren Dagui summoning his brothers to arrange tasks and explain matters in a serious and busy manner, Malashenko couldn't help but sigh again at the wonder of fate. He could actually allow himself to be on the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War.
A Chinese worker was rescued from the hands of a German. Is there anything more magical than this in the world?
Ren Dagui is a very nimble boy. He arranged all the work at hand and the next things to be done in a short time, and arranged all the tasks that everyone will be responsible for next. Only then was he able to take some time to see Marashen.
division.
"Come and chat with me for a while. I want to tell you something."
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What surprised Ren Dagui was not Malashenko's request, but Malashenko's fluent Chinese and Mandarin.
Although Ren Dagui knew that Comrade Teacher could speak Chinese when he met him for the first time, so much time had passed. Later, Ren Dagui saw Comrade Teacher Commander speaking at several all-teacher conferences and art performances.
Speaking Russian instead of Chinese, over time I almost forgot that the teacher and comrade spoke Chinese in the past, but now I am a little surprised when I hear it.
"Why are you still looking at me like this? It's not the first time I've spoken Mandarin to you. Okay, don't worry, just speak Mandarin to me too, oh, or Northeastern dialect, haha
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It feels really good to be able to talk Chinese with "fellow countrymen". Malashenko likes this feeling after being away for a long time. Indeed, it is always nice to be able to recall things in his hometown.
"Then I will tell you what we said in Nagada. Comrade teacher, as long as you can understand it."
"What you said, do you doubt my Chinese proficiency?"
Malashenko smiled and expressed doubts, while Ren Dagui was just a little overwhelmed and anxious.
"That's not the case, how could it be possible? Comrade Teacher, I'm just thinking about it. Even if someone from outside our area comes to our Northeast dialect, we may not be able to fully understand it. You are not talking about our Northeastern dialect either.
I was born and raised in Gada, so I'm afraid I might have misunderstood you because I didn't explain it well. Besides, I'm a rough guy and I only went to private school for two years, so I may not be able to express myself clearly."
Malashenko, who did not want to write any more ink, casually waved his hand to indicate that it was okay and the topic could be ended here, and then continued speaking in fluent Mandarin.
"I'm curious about something. How did you come to such a far away place in the first place? The Far East. I should say the Northeast is thousands of kilometers away from here. How did you get here?"
At first, Malashenko allowed Ren Dagui to briefly talk about his experience. He remembered that he first worked for the Red Army, and then was captured by the Germans as a laborer. However, the specific process was not clear.
Malashenko was particularly curious about this.
Hearing Comrade Senior's question, Ren Dagui, who had nothing to hide, thought for a moment, organized his words, and basically sorted out the messy things before he spoke.
"That happened in 1939. I went out to the market with my father at that time, thinking about selling the corn that we had collected before, and trading it for some meat to feed my sister. She was always sick at the time and her bones were weak."
"Who would have thought that as soon as I arrived at the market, I would meet the newly arrived Japanese gendarmerie captain Huo Huo and the common people, and he would touch their young daughter. I was so angry at that time that I threw myself into the crowd and cursed and spat. Isn't that a bit mean?
He held back, but the Japanese gendarmerie captain listened and ordered a group of Japanese soldiers to surround the group of people on the spot, saying that there were unruly people scolding him and asking them to be handed over."
"In the end, some bastard sold me out and secretly pointed me out to the Japanese gendarmerie captain. Without saying a word, the forced gendarmerie captain waved his hand, and two Japanese soldiers stepped on the ground and slipped me out.
Well, when my father came up to plead for mercy, the Japanese gendarmerie captain kicked him away."
"I wanted to resist, but I really couldn't control those Japanese soldiers. They held me tight and threw me into the car in a blink of an eye. They took me away. When we got there, a traitor leader came up and insulted me.
The Imperial Army is guilty. You have to work for the Imperial Army to atone for your sins. If you do a good job, you will be given white-flour steamed buns to eat. What a fucking bullshit is this. From now on, all you will eat is steamed buns. If it doesn’t get moldy, then it’s fine.
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"It will be a few months before we encounter another turning point, not even a few months. That day I was working with a few men to build a turret for the Japanese. Suddenly a Japanese cart came over and a group of Japanese soldiers came down.
My brothers threw it into the car. When the car reached the ground, we realized that the Japanese were at war and wanted to capture us and go to the front line to dig trenches for them."