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Winning several battles, she became a battle hero. At present, the medals and bonuses are still nowhere to be seen, and it is said that they have been reported to their superiors and are waiting for an opportunity to issue them. What is really in hand at the moment is the food reward - some flour, potatoes and canned food.

She didn't have much time to prepare. "Moving to the Blacksmith Village, isn't everything better now? Have the houses over there been built? Or is it not only better built, but also cleaner and warmer? Natasha was full of doubts until the soldiers who were going to accompany him told him that the blacksmith village was more comfortable.

In this way, Natasha settled down, but I am afraid that this time I went, I would definitely live next to the governor's residence as I do now.

Thinking of this, the girl's heart was very warm, and she paused when she was packing up her daily necessities.

"Sister, why did you stop? All these cans have to be put in wooden boxes, right? Her brother, Kostya, asked.

"That's right! The cans are all put in, and you count, how many are there now? Natasha asked, relieved.

Kostya shook his little head and muttered words to separate the canned sauerkraut from the canned meat. It's a very easy job, because there is not much left of the total cans.

"There are twenty-three in total, ten of which are canned beef, two are canned pork, and eleven are canned sauerkraut."

"You're doing a good job!" Natasha stood up and stood beside her brother.

Kostya did not understand German, and he distinguished categories based on the patterns on the cans.

Natasha nodded with great satisfaction: "It seems that we still have quite a few cans." Brother, these cans are precious, and we can't be extravagant. I'll just eat two a week. ”

"Nope! Let's eat it sister, this is your reward. Kostya replied without thinking.

Natasha's nose was sour, such a brother is really sensible.

Because of the war, only two orphans were left in a family. Natasha and Kostya depend on each other, and now the girl takes on the responsibilities of parents and takes care of her younger brother. At the same time, she is a warrior, although she has made great achievements, but war is war, and no one knows if it will be you who will fall in the next second.

With such a cute brother, Natasha can't help but be worried.

She asked sharply, "Kostya, do you like Uncle Berekov?" ”

"I like it!"

"Well, I like it too. Soon we will go to the blacksmith village, and we will probably continue to be his neighbors. You'll still see Sister Bessica every day. ”

Somehow, since Yang Mingzhi teased at the dinner table before, "I simply played the role of your father", Natasha has never forgotten these words, and when she thinks about it, she realizes the friendship in it.

For the prefect, obey the order at that time. And the commander is an absolute majesty to the soldiers, which Natasha really can't feel. He does have some fatherly temperament, keeping a close distance from him, and he feels at ease, and even has some feelings that go beyond military friendship.

As for the younger brother, it is much simpler to behave as a child. Like is like, he said the words directly, as if the chief Berekov was his uncle or something.

And Natasha didn't clearly realize that at this moment, she really had a trace of admiration for Yang Mingzhi, and even envied Besica very much, and she could be intimate with the chief without hesitation. Even the girl was two years older than herself.

Letting go of the girl's thoughts, Natasha continued to pack her things, and this night, except for the bedding that should be used to sleep, everything else was packed into a wooden box.

Like him, the guards of one platoon stationed in which he was ordered to change were also cleaned up.

In addition to the large number of wooden crates made by the troops and villagers, the troops mobilized the villagers to make a large number of wooden crates of various sizes, mainly to make ammunition crates. Later, in the "Fish Bombing Operation", which transported the catch, a large number of wooden boxes also played a large role.

Early the next morning, the day after Christmas, the morning call ended the silence of the night. Before dawn, the troops' normal running drills were about to begin. Natasha had to get up too, and after waking her brother awake, she lit the oil lamp and began to pack the last of the bedding.

Even though the temperature was cold enough, Natasha was sweating from her labor.

Because of her long-term military training, this girl has also developed very strong muscles after maintaining a slender enough figure. Because, only in this way, can she hold the firearm and shoot steadily, and can counteract the recoil with her strong body.

Speaking of firearms, this girl's one-of-a-kind magic modified SVT40 semi-automatic rifle is not in Natasha's home. If you are worried about misfire, just return the bullets to the ammunition depot. For example, the fighters of the guard company, their weapons are in their respective dormitories, but the ammunition is managed separately.

Firearms require frequent maintenance, especially the rifling with oil. And Natasha's mentality relationship tries to separate ordinary life from war life. After the operation to rescue the prisoners of war, she put her guns in the ammunition depot and kept them in the custody of the administrator Sergei.

So after finishing her own tidying, she had to go to the ammunition depot again.

"Kostya, you stay here for the time being, and the uncles of the guard company will come back to me and help us move the boxes. If I don't come back by then, tell them that Natasha is going to the ammunition depot. ”

"Okay, sister." Kostya nodded.

Natasha changed into her coat, put a cotton hat on her head, and went out.

The low temperature of minus 10 degrees Celsius was no pressure for a White Russian girl like her, and she trotted all the way to the ammunition depot with frequent tricks. Sergei, who urgently jumped off the bed, hurriedly grabbed a cotton coat and put it on his body. Who's coming back early in the morning? It must be Natasha, she's here to get a gun.

Sergei opened the door, and the cold wind swept his tiredness away. After a shiver, Sergei let the girl in.

"I took care of your gun again last night, and now the oil on it is a little thick, I have to wipe it for you before you can take it."

"I see, thank you so much." Natasha said softly in thanks.

"You're welcome, it's also my pleasure to serve our heroes. What's more, you are still a very beautiful little hero. ”

Sergei held the sackcloth in both hands, held the gun in his arms, and quickly wiped it down. After some cleaning, it was handed over to Natasha.

"Now your gun is ready to penetrate into battle, even with a telescope and a bipod and a muzzle drawer, and I won't install it for you now. These parts are also very normal. ”

"It's okay, they need to be cleaned, and if they were, I'd take them off first." Natasha hugged her "comrade-in-arms", this gun has great firepower and power, and its recoil is very small. He has a very high record, on the one hand, he has good eyesight and the potential of a "natural sniper" as a commander, and secondly, this gun was transformed into an extremely useful weapon to kill the enemy by the commander.

The girl looked satisfied, and Sergey asked: "By the way, how many bullets do you need." The commander gave you special ammunition, 7.62mm bullets, and you can take 200 rounds at a time. ”

"Then two hundred rounds, and I'll have twenty more magazines."

"Okay, you wait a minute, I'll get it for you." (To be continued.) )