"You guy, you love to be courteous to women!" Toltkin laughed, "You have to be careful with him, Alexander, as soon as he sees a woman, he can't move, even if the other party is an old woman, he will go over and talk to him!" ”

"I see." Sun Hui laughed and looked at Pyshkov. Pyshkov burst out laughing without malice.

"Actually, you all misunderstand Peshkov, he is more interested in food." Semenov told Sun Hui, "Give him a cow and he can eat it whole." ”

"So what?" Pyshkov laughed, "There's nothing wrong with loving to eat." A scout who can use his brain will eat better than a general. Eating and drinking increases courage and aura. Got it? ”

The rest smiled, listening to Pishkov's warm southern accent and Semenov's calm, unhurried tone. The quarrels between the two of them – sometimes giggling, sometimes real fire – involved all sorts of things: whether the herring in Kerch was better than the autumn whitefish in Irkutsk, whether the German submachine guns were better than the Soviet ones, whether Hijler was a madman or just a scoundrel, and when Leningrad would be freed. In quarrels, Pyshkov was always on the attacking side, but Semenov playfully narrowed his clever little eyes and defended himself gently and harshly.

Through chatting with the scouts, Sun Hui had a preliminary understanding of them.

Pishkov was a noisy man and a nervous breakdown, and was often irritated by the steadiness and gentleness of Semenov's countryman. This anger is mixed with hidden jealousy. Semyonov received medals, and he only had medals; The chief treated Semyonov almost like his own rank, but he treated him almost like all the rest. All this stung Pyshkov. He had to console himself with this: Semenov was a member of the party, so of course he would have received special trust. Then again, in his heart, he himself admired Semenov's calm bravery. Pyshkov's bravery is often a bit contrived, and it takes self-esteem to constantly stimulate it, and he himself knows this. Peshkov's self-esteem was particularly strong, which gave him a good reputation as an excellent scout, and he did take part in many honorable jobs, in which Semenov played the first role.

However, during the period when the fighting was suspended, Peshkov was able to make a big splash. The young scouts who had not yet joined the work admired him. He wore fat bloomers and yellow striped leather boots, the collar of his civilian uniform was always open, and a lock of jet-black front hair appeared under a bright green flat coat. In his eyes, the thick, stupid, square-faced, and somewhat silly Semenov thought he could compare with him!

The origins and pre-war life of each scout left their mark on their behavior and temperament - the peasant tenacity of Semyonov the Siberian, the alertness and shrewdness of the hardware worker Markov, the uninhibited and uninhibited portman Pyshkov. But the past is very far away. They are bent on fighting the war, and they do not know how long the war will drag on. Fighting became their daily routine, and the reconnaissance platoon became their only family.

It can be said that it is a bizarre family, and its members have not enjoyed living together for too long. Some went to the hospital, while others went further, to the place where everyone was gone. The family has a short but glorious history that has been passed down from generation to generation. Some people remember Semyonov's first visit to the reconnaissance platoon. He didn't work for a long time, because none of the veterans could make up their minds to take him. Of course, the Siberian was a great strength: if necessary, he could easily even hold two people by the waist and tie them to death. But Semenov was too big and bulky, and the scouts were afraid: what if he died or hung flowers? Try to rescue him from the fire. He pleaded with them, and swore that if he hung the flowers, he would make sure he would climb back. And if it is sacrificed: "See your ghosts, just leave me, what if the Germans can take a dead man!" But his pleas and oaths were to no avail. The situation changed only a short time ago, when a new commander, Lieutenant Toltkin, came to them to replace the wounded Lieutenant Kanogarev.

Toltkin took Semenov with him the first time he went out to reconnoitre. The "big guy" was so agile that he grabbed a tall and strong German so quickly that the rest of the scouts didn't even have time to admire. He moved swiftly and quietly, like a big cat. Even Toltkin could not believe that the one who was struggling in Semenov's rainproof cloak was the "tongue" that the Germans had been smothered with half to death - the whole division had dreamed of for a whole month.

The second time, Semenov and Sergeant Marko caught a German captain, and when Markov had a flower on his leg, Semenov had to drag the German back with Markov, and he carefully kept his comrades and enemies close to each other, for fear of causing them to be hurt to the same extent.

Sun Hui knew that the stories of experienced scouts were the main topic of conversation at night, and these stories triggered the imagination of the recruits and made them feel a sense of pride in the peculiarity of their profession.

After smoking a German cigarette comfortably, Pyshkov expressed to Sun Hui that he wanted to meet the other members of the "521" crew, but without waiting for Sun Hui's answer, he immediately vetoed it to Lieutenant Toltkin, "Be careful that those girls beat you to pieces with submachine guns." Toltkin said, "We'll need the help of the tankmen in the future, and you'd better fight them less." ”

"I just want to see them, and I don't really want to do it." Pyshkov protested.

"You also said last time that you stripped a strong Ukrainian girl in just five minutes." Semenov smiled and revealed his old bottom, and Sun Hui felt a chill when he heard it, "You said this is your specialty." ”

"When? How come I don't remember? Pyshkov blinked innocently.

After Sun Hui said goodbye to the scouts, the first thing he decided to do when he went back was to remind the girls that at all times, even if they were naked, they must always carry an anti-wolf pistol on their bodies.

When he returned to the station, the first thing he saw was the sailor's uniforms and undershirts of the girls drying on the ropes, as well as black stockings.

"Brother Sun is back." Ye Chuchu greeted him, "There is still a lot of hot water, Brother Sun, do you need to take a bath?" ”

"Have you found a place to shower?" Sun Hui looked at her with her long wet hair exuding a different fragrance, and couldn't help but be fascinated all of a sudden.