Chapter 75: Thought Cigarettes

War does not matter personal feelings to determine where it goes, and even if there is sadness and confusion, the pace of war is still approaching.

The news of Tang Yunyang's presence in Spain prompted the Soviet Red Army to begin preparations for their offensive. The preparation period was not too long, because when the guy returned, the Soviet government was worried that he would do something to the detriment of the war.

As the Spanish side progressed in dealing with the "hostage crisis", the situation on the battlefield of the "Soviet-Polish War" gradually became tense. As before, the wheeled armored units of the cavalry corps became the sharp knives for the breakthrough.

Paul Kochagin went to the tank of the "Roaring Babin" with a tank cap with Soviet characteristics in his hand, and as he walked, he from time to time thought about the big war that was about to begin. This time the tactics were practically unchanged, the only change was the imminent entry of the armored forces of the Red Army into Poland.

In the face of the multiple lines of defense built by the Poles, based on a rapid front, towered in front of the Red Army. In the face of these strong fortresses, the strength of the Red Army side was also greatly strengthened. More heavy artillery from the Soviet arsenals, as well as "air carriers" from the Chinese Federation, became the protectors of the offensive forces of the Soviet Red Army.

When Paul Kochagin arrived at the headquarters of "Roaring Babin", he found his happy commander taking a bath.

"Splash more water!"

"Growling Babin" yelled at his guards, telling him to move quickly. Despite the squinting of his eyes irritated by the soap on his face, he spotted Paul Kochagin's arrival.

"Sit there, with tobacco and cigarette paper in your coat pocket!"

For some reason, after asking Paul Kochagin to follow his advice and start smoking, he always thought that the other party would not prepare these things himself. Or in his eyes, Paul Kochagin is always a little brother who doesn't know how to take care of himself.

"You'd better hurry up and take care of your own head!"

Paul Kochagin said as he sat down in a chair next to him, pulling out a box of cigarettes in his hand. As a division commissar, Paul Kochagin at this time had little opportunity to sit there smoking Mohe cigarettes with the soldiers as before, or in battle, smoking half of a spittle-wet hand-rolled cigarette that I don't know who stuffed it.

The colorful cigarette cases are printed with the logo of the tank soldiers, and these specially elongated special cigarettes are not smoked by ordinary soldiers. Paul Kochagin sometimes doesn't understand "Roaring Babin", why can't he get rid of his habit of cigarette smoking?

"He's a commander beloved by the soldiers!"

Looking at the scars on the body of "Roaring Babin" that turn red when they are stimulated by cold water, Paul Kochakin's heart will emit a heartfelt emotion. At the same time, he is also beginning to worry vaguely about the future of "Roaring Babin".

"He's an uneducated, extremely rude guy with no political stance, no matter what, you're so optimistic about this guy!"

This is the evaluation of him by the military political commissar, and it is also an admonition to Paul Kochakin.

"Do you smoke cigarettes, this thing doesn't smell, if it's me, I don't like it!"

"Roaring Babin" came to Paul Kochakin's side with his wet body, and the water on his body was flowing downward, wetting his military shorts as if he were scared by the sound of artillery on the battlefield.

"Sir, I've got to show you some papers!"

"Growling Babin" saw Paul Kochagin reach out and pull out some paper from his kraft document bag, roll a cigarette in his hand, and ask casually.

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

As a belligerent commander, his long life on the front line had made him somewhat impatient.

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

The cigarette in Growling Babin paused, and then, without waiting for Paul Kochagin to read, he reached out and snatched the papers into his hand and placed them on the table beside him.

"Okay, I'll read it carefully, and to be honest, sometimes the things that kids write give me rubella! I see, I ought to ask the bastards who told them that there can be such romantic ideas in war, and God forgive these fools! As for you, since your children are so zealous, I think they should wipe their chariots well before attacking, and the machinery should be well checked, for these nonsense are of little use when they are oiled and fighting. Do you understand? My brother! ”

When he said this, "Roaring Babin" had already rolled up the "cannonball" in his hand, and when he took a hard breath, he could see the muscles on his face shaking as if he was mocking.

"However, the enthusiasm of these young people should not be dampened, if ......"

Paul Kochagin thought in his heart that "Roaring Babin" should not dampen the enthusiasm of these young people, and he muttered to argue strongly.

"Poof......!"

Against his strong arguments, "Roaring Babin" didn't say anything, just blew a puff of smoke into his face. Then, his countenance became serious, and some cold glow shone from his smoky eyes.

"Brother, have you forgotten that I demand more from my soldiers than with passion, but from discipline and professionalism. No matter how enthusiastic a person is, he can't resist the blows of bullets and shells, and the only way to destroy them before they hit you is the only way to do it, as for these ......"

He glanced at the stack of papers next to him, and turned his head as if to warn Paul Kochakin.

"Bring more, you know it's not easy to get cigarette paper on the battlefield, how about my brother, since your children are so fond of playing with pens, let them send me more!"

For a moment, Paul Kochagin felt a little regretful in his heart, and he took these documents to the guy in front of him. But then, with the consciousness of a political worker, he stopped the impulse in his mind.

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

With that, Paul Kochagin threw the pipe in his hand on the ground and stretched out his foot to crush it. "Roaring Babin" reciprocated such an attitude towards the enthusiasm of the party and league members, and Paul Kochagin was a little sad. He didn't understand why the excellence of military technology and the progress of ideology could not coexist!

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"Hmm, brother, are you angry? No, don't be angry, war is about to start, and if we don't get along, it will delay many things. As for all this stuff you're doing...... Whatever you want, don't interfere with my training and everything will be fine! ”

In the first division of "Roaring Babin", he has never been a reasonable person. But Paul Kochagin knew that the young men in the army had a lot of trust in this commander, at least his own political commissar did not get such love as him.

Speechless, Paul Kochagin left the command of the "Roaring Babin" with a rather heavy heart. In this rather peaceful period of battlefield life, he found himself more and more different from "Roaring Babin". As he walked, he mentally objected to Babin's "military professionalism" statement. I regretted that I hadn't debated with him properly, and made him understand that the idea that he was now only concerned with "military professionalism" was actually a rather dangerous idea.

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

So is this idea correct? For the time being, I don't know, after all, his comradeship with "Roaring Babin" continued for quite a long time, until that night when he had to "break up".

But it wasn't long before he put the matter behind him for the time being. In the almost joking tone of "Growling Babin" just now, Paul Kochagin already smelled the smell of war, and between the wars, he had to understand a relationship.

“…… Dear Tonya, when you receive this letter, I am already in the midst of the war. If I could, then I would like to tell you that I am very sorry. As a fighter of the proletariat, I can't...... If I could, if I could still live in this world to be with you, please believe that I will be your dear friend, and that the relationship we have ever had will be treasured in my heart as the best gift that God has given me.

If I die in the war, then please don't grieve too much. Life has to go on, and I believe that in the coming days, you will meet a man who is truly worthy of your love......"

In place of some of the words that Paul Kochagin felt that he was not able to say, as a strong proletarian fighter, he had to use all his life and enthusiasm to bring down that class, so how could he be weak for the feelings of Tonya!

"I'm going to be a tough Bolshevik ...... with a heart of stone!"

This is the last preparation made by Paul Kochagin before this big war, and now he will devote himself to the torrent of war.

"Comrades, strong party members and comrades, I have conveyed your wishes to the division commander. He told me that we're going to go on the offensive. Before attacking, I still want to emphasize that on the battlefield, party members and league members must move forward ......."