MG42 in history, whether in the ice and snow of minus 40 degrees Celsius in the Soviet Union, or in the low bushes of Normandy; In the hot deserts of North Africa, or in the rubble and rubble of Berlin, the MG42 general-purpose machine gun was the absolute firepower of the German infantry and the nightmare of the Allied soldiers!

American soldiers called MG42 "Hitler's chainsaw", and some people viciously and rudely described MG42 as "Hitler's zipper";

Even the German soldiers called it "Hitler's saw" or "bone saw";

The Soviet comrades were more unpretentious and elegantly called MG42 "linen scissors"; The British soldiers didn't have much of an idea, so they named it "Spando", the place where MG42 material was manufactured. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"By the way, Spendo, this should be a place name, but where?"

Lin Jun has been lying in the bed of the General Hospital of the Kyiv Military District for two days.

The establishment of this army has changed greatly, but when he came, Lin Jun found that the signboard at the gate of the hospital had not been changed!

Not that effort! Besides, I don't know how to change: the four front armies, who does this hospital belong to?

Do you want to write "The First General Hospital of the Southwest Bureau"?

Awkward!

Let's just hang the old sign.

Of course, Lin Jun was carried into the ambulance, but he was uncomfortable lying down halfway, so he sat up. There was also a traffic jam at the gate - there were too many vehicles transporting the wounded.

"Who's out there?"

He shouted at the door of the ward, and the door immediately opened.

There was no electric bell.

It was Senior Warrant Officer Aleksandrov, the personal guard, "Marshal, it's me and Alyosha. ”

"You call me Paulkel."

Paulkel, the deputy commander-in-chief's office, arrived from Moscow the day before yesterday. As soon as he heard that the deputy commander was injured, this faithful vicious dog ran faster than anyone else!

It has brought the concern of countless people in Moscow, as well as the anxiety of the comrade in the head of the office himself.

If Lin Jun falls, then he will be finished.

"Yes, Marshal."

Aleksandrov went out softly, and in a moment Pauker hurried to arrive.

"Marshal."

After speaking, he stood on the edge of the hospital bed with his hands tied.

Let this damn slight concussion make trouble, Lin Jun has to turn his brain to explain things in the past two days.

Just wait.

"You tell Alexander to keep an eye on a place in Germany called Spendo, not at the highest level, if we have reconnaissance planes that can get to that location, or if there are intelligence agents lurking around there, then pay attention to it, it should be an important German small arms manufacturing base."

"Yes, Comrade Marshal, is it Spandor?"

Pauckel replied very simply. Regardless of why, just execute, and the pronunciation of the place name was determined.

"Yes, it's Spandor."

Lin Jun waved his hand slightly, signaling that he could go.

Then lean back on the cushion and close your eyes.

This trip was lucky, it was only a mild shock, and there was no need to disembowel: Lin Jun was really afraid of another operation, if his own lung had another major operation, he would not want to fly a plane again in this life.

Doctors recommend three months of recuperation!

However, three months is not even a thought, Lin Jun estimates that he will rest for three weeks at most.

I had eaten a special, ordinary taste of semi-liquid Chinese food, and was about to take a break, when this Pauker came again.

"Marshal, Comrade Alexander has been informed. Comrade Alexander, let me convey to you that the Main Intelligence Directorate of the Red Army has a basic grasp of the situation in Spendo. ”

"Yes." Just a simple nod. It seems that the intelligence agencies are already ahead of themselves, and before the appearance of MG42 at the front, intelligence officers were already paying attention there.

Seeing that his office director had not left yet, he looked at him with one look, and said: "Marshal, there are artists who have come to the hospital to comfort the wounded, do you need to meet them?" ”

Addressed as "you", because in the Soviet custom, "you" is often a more foreign address, rather than polite and respectful.

The office director's expression remained unchanged at all, but Lin Jun knew that there should be an article here.

It must be a very famous artist, and it is likely that it is someone Lin Jun is familiar with, otherwise Pauker will not bother the deputy commander at all because of this, no matter which onion you are.

"Alexander? Vasilevich? ”

Alexandre? Vasilevich? Aleksandrov, head of the Red Banner Song and Dance Troupe. If he led a team to the hospital to offer condolences and apply, Lin Jun would have met him.

"Aleksandrov also came this time and brought a choir. But it's not him, it's Galina? Comrade Ulanova. She learned that the deputy commander was injured and hospitalized, and she wanted to see you. ”

Lin Jun frowned slightly, and before he could speak, Pauker said again: "It was Landscoch who told me that he met Comrade Ulanova outside. No one else knew. ”

After thinking for a moment, "You bring her." ”

After a while, the ballet goddess walked into Lin Jun's hospital room.

Looking at the goddess in the hearts of countless Russians in front of him, Lin Jun smiled, "Sit down, do you want to drink water?" ”

Lin Jun originally wanted her to talk about ballet or her teacher, but Ulanova's charming big eyes just looked at Lin Jun without saying a word.

Lin Jun, who was half-lying on the hospital bed, became more and more uncomfortable the more he looked at him: except for his wife Vuginskaya, how many years has no one looked at him like this and said nothing?

However, Ulanova did not speak, and Lin Jun did not speak again.

I don't know what to say, and my chest is uncomfortable when I talk about it.

After a while, Ulanova's eyes became redder and redder, and then she began to cry silently, and the tears fell down, but she didn't say a word.

Exhaling deeply, Lin Jun whispered, "Sit beside me." ”

He gestured.

Finally, Ulanova sat down sideways beside her, on the edge of the hospital bed.

"What have you been wronged by?" Lin Jun asked softly.

It's okay not to ask, but when I asked, Ulanova's tears fell even more, and she could hear convulsions.

"Okay, I'll stop talking."

After a few minutes, the crying was almost over, and Lin Jun finally heard the ballet goddess say, "Do you like me?" ”

"Every Russian loves you."

Ulanova shook her head.

"You know, I have a family, I love my wife and children, and it is impossible to give you a complete family."

Lin Jun finally couldn't bear it, and the rumors about himself and Ulanova in the upper echelons were not a day or two, and even Vuginskaya knew about it.

Vuginskaya was not only deeply in love with her husband, but also a wise woman who never said this in front of him.

Men, how many don't steal?

Her Andrei is no longer the stunned young man he was when he was in Chukotka, as a deputy commander and marshal, it is already a miracle that he has been devoted to himself for so many years!

Thinking about the reputation of "Comrade First Marshal", her husband usually goes home from work as long as she is fine, and Vuginskaya is already very satisfied.

Lin Jun does not deny that he has a crush on Ulanova and has a strong possessive desire for her - it is estimated that more than half of the Soviet men have this idea for the goddess of ballet.

"I only have ballet now, and it's bitter."

"Yes." Lin Junzhen didn't know what to say.

"Can you give me a home? Just when you have time. ”

Lin Jun didn't speak, but took Ulanova over, let her lean on his shoulder, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.

Ulanova liked the deputy commander-in-chief, and when she learned that Marshal Prenyakov was in the hospital today, joy, bitterness, and the tremendous pressure of several years came over her brain, completely crushing the heart of this introverted woman and making crazy moves.

She was right. (To be continued.) )