Linda's bright dark eyes stared at Paul, who spoke. Kochakin.

She liked to see the light of thoughtful wisdom in her eyes as he spoke, and often made her young and enthusiastic heart flutter.

She understood that the Paul in front of her. Kochagin is exactly the kind of person that his father and brother called him who knows how to think and can do more work for the country and the people.

He is different from those who are mere simple, brave and loyal warriors, and in addition to this virtue, he is constantly thinking about the rationality of all the existence between heaven and earth.

As far as Linda is concerned, this is someone who deserves her affection. His distinctive intellectual dissection was also frequent, but it fascinated the warriors one by one. That's why she liked him, a smart, motivated, and at the same time seriously thinking youth.

"Listen, what a man he said, what a learned man he was, his thoughts were as full of passion as a flame, and his words were full of life energy!"

Like Paul. Like Kochakin, Linda's needle in her hand did not stop when she thought like this. She had to mend his shirt for him, so that it would be a good shirt both on the outside and on the inside.

“…… It is a weak person, but when disaster strikes them, they may become courageous. But it never occurred to them that when the disaster first showed some signs of it, they would extinguish it? Why, because he did not dare to fight, he was a coward. He didn't even want to think about the possibility of fighting, everything was caused by God, and this was their excuse! ”

Paul. When Kochagin said this, it was no longer Tonya in his mind, but her cousin, who always smelled of powder, a railway engineer whose expression always seemed to be melancholy. In Paul. Kochagin seems to have cowardly thoughts of betraying the interests of the state and the nation precisely from the heads of such people.

“…… Therefore, we must love to fight for the rights and fair life that all our people should enjoy......"

At this point, he stopped wiping his gun and looked up. In the dim light of the horse lamp, you could see the properly packed sewing kit and neatly folded shirt, and Linda had left the place at some point.

Whether or not you love war is often debated on the Internet today, with a red face and a thick neck, and even causes a mouth full of foul smell to scold each other.

In fact, when you think about it, it's a rather boring argument. Because the purpose of this kind of argument is only to argue whether it is right or wrong to say that "knowing soldiers are not belligerent", and the result of the argument is to naturally give the other party a title such as "Qingqing", or "left and right".

First of all, we should or should give the name of "spoon" to those who first scold. After all, what can a man who cannot abide by even the most basic rules of debate say except to show that his price is low? Such a person is a person who is unworthy of the truth, because he has given up the only possibility of knowing the truth.

Such a statement depends on the fact that neither materialists nor idealists can completely abandon Hegel's dialectic. This proves that those who do not follow the rules of debate are nothing more than lowly people who are unwilling to know the truth of the matter.

So I say now that it's right to talk about the phrase "knowing soldiers are not belligerent", personally. Those who know the soldiers are warlike, but it is a kind of professional ethics, good or bad is just a premise of whether they will work hard to develop better means of warfare, if they do not love it, it is difficult to become a generation of famous generals, the basis of this sentence is that our Chinese General Li Yu, the only preference is to look at military maps.

Or, a simple example can illustrate this ethos that has the characteristics of a profession. For example, athletes, can we say that NBA players only like the dollar and don't like to play basketball at all?

Therefore, war is not an evil thing, and such an argument is too innocent, after all, the world is so complex that it does not presuppose human preferences.

So, as a soldier, it's nothing more than a profession. Like the work ethic of an athlete, isn't it a virtue of professionalism to love one's profession and do one's best to be perfect?

Therefore, whether the phrase "since ancient times we have known that soldiers are not belligerent" is correct or not, today, if certain Chinese generals and soldiers still adopt such an outdated concept, it is obviously not in line with the needs of the world. Nor does it meet the needs of all citizens, who leave security in the hands of them, professional soldiers.

As for whether the others are belligerent, or whether they are right, we cannot evaluate.

After all, although I disagree with you, I will defend your right to speak to the death. Therefore, a random guy who picks up a hat and gives it to someone else does not prove anything other than the lowliness of his personality.

Paul. Kochagin wiped his weapon and did not take off his clothes. After packing up his things and getting ready for all the emergencies, he lay down on his bed.

The so-called bed was actually destroyed from China, but he could not praise the intelligence of the Chinese. The so-called order, but two layers of rubber that is not very thick. Comes with a small air pump. When needed, spread out in the ground, just press the air pump by hand to fill the air.

Such a bed allowed the soldiers to leave the cold ground, at least not to wake up from the cold ground on a cold night. In addition, it is made of some material, and it is not only strong but also extremely tough, and can be filled with considerable pressure without leaking.

Even on the battlefield, this inflated mattress can be used as a stretcher to drag the wounded away from the line of fire.

"Whew"

Paul who can finally lie down on the bed. Kochakin let out a long exhale, his coat covering his body, and he could smell the smell of horse sweat mixed with his face in his coat. But on this cold night, it's the most comfortable way to sleep.

Under the coat, the slowly relaxed body releases more heat, and the whole coat is filled with warmth that makes Zai Yu. Only the feet still felt cold. Kick the heels of your boots hard with both feet and pull them back a bit. The two feet are freed in the boots, and they are warm.

Then swing the saber hanging on the side of the leg smoothly, save the legs, and now you are ready to sleep.

In the midst of the busyness and fatigue of the day, Paul. Kochagin sank into sleep. There, he met Tonya, who was smiling and peeling off chocolates for him, and it was sweet spring.

Looking at the beautiful girl he loved, he had an impulse, a desire to .......

"Smack...... Smack......"

The sound of Mauser rifle fire rang out near the camp, followed by a flurry of machine-gun and mortar fire. In the harsh environment of survival on the battlefield, reaction seems to have become an instinct.

A turn over Hoer. Kochagin had already sat up straight, and with his other hand he even grabbed the collar of his coat, and if he went out without a coat on such a night, he would definitely get sick.

The lanterns swayed on the top of the tent because of the people who sat up in the room, and the shadows formed by the dim lights seemed to be panicked hearts.

They have also carried out such sneak attacks. Quietly approaching the enemy's camp, suddenly there was the cheer of the cavalry when they charged. The horses pricked up their ears, and the four hooves made a sound like a great storm, and every cavalryman almost thought of the enemy camp, and the soldiers would be frightened at the sound of such horses' hooves.

But now, in the dim light of the horse, Paul. Kochagin quickly stepped his leg into the bottom of his boot. That's the benefit of not taking off your boots completely.

"Comrades, don't mess around, those with weapons immediately organize a defensive line by the tent, and the rest quickly get dressed and get ready for battle!"

His voice pierced through the darkness, through the panic in the hearts of everyone in the entire tent.

"Yes, Comrade Instructor!"

"Just go, Comrade Instructor!"

Paul. Kochagin also felt a certain panic, and even a kind of tension, which pressed the man's chest almost breathlessly. In a panic, he draped his coat over his body, and with his other hand carried the light Stern submachine gun that he held in his arms. In the face of such a sudden attack, there is no better weapon.

Outside the tent, the whole camp was already in flames, and the forage warehouse was set on fire, and some of the men in the camp with sabers in their hands were galloping back and forth, and the cold flashed in their hands, and with the cry of pain, some people fell to the ground.

"Tutu...... Sudden ......"

At this time, it was too late to button up his coat. The submachine gun in Kochakin's hand roared angrily, and the Stern submachine gun, which was sleeping in his arms, really lived up to his love, as soon as he pulled the trigger, the fired flames immediately flashed at the muzzle.

The warriors in the tent rushed out, their weapons in hand and his hands forming a small net of fire. In the flash of the muzzle, several white cavalrymen were shot off their horses.

The style of this surprise attack is exactly the same as that of the Red Army. Both sides were cavalry, both beginning with the lightning of the Cossacks, and the swords were often more effective than the guns on such nights.

With a flash of light, the smell of blood in the camp became stronger. Paul. Kochagin suddenly found that there were no more fighters left around him, and he seemed to be the only one left except for the soldiers who had been knocked down by the enemy fire attracted by the shooting.

"Smack......!"

At this moment, Stern fired the last bullet in the magazine, but a white cavalry was charging at him.

Paul. Kochagin even saw the flash of death on his saber.

"Farewell, my dearest...... Tonya ......! ”