The sun is shining in Moscow in June, and after a cold winter and bad spring rains, Muscovites welcome a beautiful summer with a smile. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, this June seems to be a little different, there is a hint of strangeness in the air, young people no longer gather in the street park to talk about Pushkin's poetry in their free time, and there are fewer college students in the Palace of Culture who go to learn to dance.

Young people are gathered at several recruitment stations in Moscow, and the 10th graders, who will graduate this year, are the main targets of this special recruitment, and the young men in front of the registration office are lined up and talking loudly to each other. There are soldiers on the side who are maintaining order, not because the young people are not in good order, but because they are persuading college students who have "violated the rules" to go back to school.

If you look closely, you may see that one or two comrades in suits or Lenin suits are also helping, but they are not actually the staff of the recruiting station - they are people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, although not very important people.

Embassies in Moscow seem to be particularly busy these days, and those embassy vehicles are often found near the recruiting station. Alexander had long anticipated these situations, so he asked the following to send some people to the recruiting station to watch, and if an embassy vehicle arrived, he would find a way to "bomb it away". The size of the entire Soviet conscription can be roughly calculated from Moscow alone, and it is not good for someone to watch it from beginning to end.

At the recruiting station of the 201 secondary school near Lomonosov Moscow State University, a group of young people were reasoning with the staff, and several comrades who were older and intellectuals were arguing loudly with the young men regardless of their image.

At this time, a group of cars drove into the campus and stopped in front of the auditorium, which was temporarily used as a recruiting station, and the staff members hurriedly stood up after seeing the signs of these vehicles - it was a senior cadre from the Supreme High Command who had arrived, and the rank identification flag on the car was supposed to be Air Marshal Plunyakov.

When Lin Jun was going to the armament department early in the morning, when he asked the staff officers about the recent "following situation" in the car, he heard that many college students also wanted to join the army, which made the recruiting station a little uneasy, so he stopped by to the nearest "hard-hit area" to have a look.

"Put the recruiting station on the edge of the university and ask for trouble." Lin Jun was not polite at all, but Gusev said a fair word: "The comrades in charge of conscription are also thinking about the convenience of their work, the middle school has enough space, and even the equipment and personnel needed for the physical examination do not need to be transferred from medical institutions, they are available in the school, and they can also prevent the voyeurism of those embassies." ”

Lin Jun saw the lively scene of the recruiting station in the car, and got off the bus and ran to the registration office. The students on both sides of the road automatically made way for him, and everyone was greeting Comrade Marshal.

When I walked up to a group of young men, they all looked like college students. "Which school are you from, boys?"

"Hello, Marshal Prenyakov. We were all students at Moscow University, and we all came to sign up for the army, but the people here didn't let us sign up, saying that there were rules. The leading student was polite and polite in answering Lin Jun's questions.

"We all know what the students think, but this is a decision made by the central government, and now it is not necessary for all good lads to go to the army, your task is to continue to learn culture." Lin Jun's words have a charm that cannot be disobeyed, "Go and tell your classmates and friends that the motherland will call you when it needs it." ”

Lin Jun said a lot bitterly, but the effect was still there, and the order of the recruiting station returned to normal. After the college students left, Lin Jun found the university teachers who were trying to persuade the students to leave just now.

"It is important for university students to understand that their task is still to study, but to be prepared to listen to the call of the motherland at any time, so that they can be motivated and maintain normal teaching in school."

"Yes, Marshal Plunyakov."

The 10th graders on the side were all watching Lin Jun - let the college students return to campus, but they couldn't forget these young people who had lost the opportunity to go to college because of the conscription order.

Lin Jun walked up to the young man at the front of the line, "What's your name, what unit do you want to join?" ”

"Ivan Szepan Gambar, Marshal Prenyakov, I want to be an armored soldier!"

The young man straightened his back, trying to look tall and strong.

Patting the young man on the shoulder, "Ivan, I've also driven a tank, and it took me ten minutes to stuff me into the cockpit of the tank that time, and I hit three bags on my head!" As long as there are no other problems with your body, you go to the armored forces. ”

Lin Jun's first half of the words caused laughter from several female classmates - the student in front of him was very short, only up to Lin Jun's shoulder, which was estimated to be one meter 60 points, but his muscles were quite developed, and he was nicknamed "Big Winter Melon" in school.

"What about you, female classmate, what kind of army do you want to go to?" Lin Jun asked a very tall female student, "Armored soldiers can't do it, you have difficulty getting into a tank like me." ”

The female classmate actually saluted Lin Jun, so that Lin Jun had to return the salute, "Comrade Marshal, I want to be a car soldier and drive a truck." ”

"Why?" There aren't many girls who think about it.

"I started driving a truck when I was 15 years old, so I didn't have to waste resources learning to drive." The girl looked proud.

In 41 years, this driving skill is still a rare thing, and Lin Jun also knows the time and resources required to train a qualified army driver, "The quality of Muscovites is really not blown!" I thought to myself.

"Who did you learn from?"

"My father, who is a long-distance truck driver for the car transport team, used to take me out to play, just watch and watch, and sneak around when my father is not paying attention." The girl was a little embarrassed, obviously the real situation was not as she said: it was not a trivial matter to teach her children to drive and use public property in violation of the rules.

Lin Jun just smiled, did not expose the girl's clumsy lies, and turned back to ask the staff: "Is there a quota for automobile soldiers?" ”

"Yes, Comrade Marshal. We in Moscow are generally assigned according to the different characteristics of the recruits, and many Muscovites have a skill. ”

"Yes."

"Alright, you'll go to the Auto Corps."

The girl smiled and suddenly said to Lin Jun: "Comrade Marshal, you haven't asked my name yet!" ”

"Haha!" Lin Jun smiled, he didn't expect the girl's family to be so bold, "This classmate, may I ask what is your name?" ”

"Anna Sergeyevna Kazakova, Comrade Marshal."

"Kazakova, I remember."

Just as Lin Jun was chatting with his tenth-grade classmates, there was a girl in the crowd looking at the handsome and dashing marshal comrade, she wanted to be able to chat with the marshal like the tenth-grade Kazakova, but she was only in the ninth grade, and she was not even qualified to sign up.

But she did not expect that Marshal Plunyakov noticed herself just as he was leaving: the marshal's eyes were staring at him and he did not leave for a long time! Being stared at like this by a mature, handsome, and high-ranking man might have been like a fawn in the hearts of other girls, but the girl had no such feeling at all—she felt that the marshal's eyes were a kind of respect!

"No, I must have thought it myself." The girl told herself that she no longer dared to look directly at the marshal.

Everyone didn't expect that Lin Jun, who was already leaving, stopped, and the staff officers all noticed that the marshal was staring at an eighteen or nineteen-year-old female classmate - this was something that had never happened before: the chief had never been like this!

What the staff officers didn't expect was that the chief actually walked up to the girl with low eyes.

"Zoya?"

The girl raised her head, her eyes revealing surprise, "How could Comrade Marshal know his name?!" ”

"Yes, Zoya Anatolyevna Kosmodemyanskaya, Marshal Plunyakov."

Lin Jun just noticed that the location where he is now is Moscow 201 Middle School, what is this middle school proud of? When he saw this short-haired female classmate just now, he felt a little familiar, that is, all of a sudden, he thought about who this girl really was, and why did she feel familiar.

In his previous life, Lin Jun went to the Novodeva Cemetery in Moscow and specially presented a bouquet of flowers to the tombstone of the "person in front of him" to express his respect for this loyal fighter of communism, hero of the Soviet Union, and legendary heroine! - Because she's Zoya!

When Zhuoya stood in front of him alive, Lin Jun didn't know what to say.

"You can hang me, I'm not alone, we have 20,000 people, and they'll avenge me! The German soldiers, before it is too late, hurry up and surrender. Victory is ours! ”

"Farewell, comrades! Don't be afraid, fight them...... To die for one's own people is happiness! ”

Such a girl made Lin Jun's eyes unconsciously reveal a trace of respect just now. Now there is no one who can make Lin Jun unable to control his feelings for a moment, even no matter how "famous" a person is, he will not reveal a trace of strangeness in front of him, but Zhuoya is an exception, in her previous life, she has shaken Lin Jun's heart countless times, every time she sees the scene of Zhuoya walking towards the gallows in "The Battle of Moscow", Lin Jun's heart will be shaken by that fearless voice.

Lin Jun smiled at Zhuo Ya, turned around and strode away.

"Let people pay attention to the girl named Zoya and protect her." After getting in the car, Lin Jun said to Gu Sefu beside him without a clue.

"Yes, Marshal."

The staff officers noticed that Lin Jun's fingers were tapping his thighs again, "Who is she?" ”

"Is it?" The staff officers did not understand, and they did not dare to think about it: if the marshal had to focus on taking care of the tall girl with a beautiful face, the staff officers might have reverie for a while, but the marshal had a special view of the other, and gave such a clueless order.

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"Sister, how could Comrade Marshal know you?"

"I don't know, Shura." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )