Chapter 3180 Iushkin’s talkative syndrome

It was obvious that Lavrinenko was joking, and Malashenko, who was laughing, just shook his head helplessly.

"You, don't complain. We will go our separate ways soon after the war is over. We have to leave the task of leading troops and building troops to them. Both of us have been fighting for so many years. There is nothing wrong with leaving opportunities to those in need.”

Although he was nagging on the surface, he actually understood what Malashenko meant, and of course he acknowledged it.

Thinking that the war that had been fought for several years was coming to an end, Lavrinenko felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He felt emotional and full of expectations for the upcoming peaceful years.

When thinking about the coming peaceful years, he suddenly remembered something. Lavrinenko and Malashenko walked down the observation post, and Lavrinenko, who was talking as they walked back, spoke immediately.

"Hey, by the way, I just heard about something two days ago."

"Huh? What's going on?"

"I heard that Moscow is preparing some post-war plan to promote fertility and increase the population. The casualties of military and civilians in these years of war are too great. As a military commander, you don't want to answer the call and give comrades Set an example and give birth to ten or eight children?”

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There was a loud sound of gunfire on the battlefield behind him, and the little devils were blown up all over the sky.

Next to him, Lavrinenko said whatever he wanted. He directly changed the topic to promoting fertility after the war, and even made trouble for himself.

Malashenko, who was stunned on the spot, was speechless. When he saw that Lavrinenko's expression was a bit serious, he thought about it and replied immediately as he had nothing to say.

"I'm a bachelor who hasn't even gotten married yet. Isn't it too early for you to tell me these things? It's still ten or eight. I think you are about the same as the one in your family who has ten or eight children. Is it appropriate for you, a married man with children, to come and talk to me about this when you are a bachelor?"

It didn't matter if Malashenko didn't say it. But when he said it, Lavrinenko became even more enthusiastic.

"Hey, look at what you said, what do you mean you are a bachelor? Girls who want to have sex with you, General Malashenko, can line up from Lubyanka Street to the Red Square and then circle three times. Who doesn't know that now the entire Red Army You are the top unmarried elite man? If you are qualified to respond to the call to promote fertility, who can be better than you? I think this task must be yours."

"Hey, I said you're not done yet, right?"

There is no end to his words, and Lavrinenko, who is talking more and more, is still talking and talking like a DP28 machine gun.

"Also, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Look at you, um, Natalia and Anya, there are already two of them, right? Comrade Ekakina has already given you three love letters, but you can't even squeeze them out without giving them. People replied, "Don't deny it, I have secretly seen that love letter."

"Oh, and there is that American female reporter! She wrote to you immediately as soon as she returned to the country. From then on, she wrote to you non-stop every month. I was puzzled. Are you, Malashenko, a love magnet? No matter how many Good girls look like stupid girls when they come to you. Please teach me a few tricks to clean up my tigress."

"Hey, hey, if you don't want to say it, don't say it. Why are you still beating people?"

"Suka! Comrade Commander is beating someone, Comrade Commander is beating someone!!!"

Malashenko, who "hardly" kicked Lavrinenko on the butt twice, looked at this guy who kept his mouth shut and wondered why he suddenly went crazy. He screamed all the way as if he had just escaped from a mental hospital. As if running away.

He was standing there with his hands on his hips, so angry that he breathed heavily from his nostrils.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't think of any possible reasons. In the end, I could only "complain angrily" and leave.

"Damn it, is it possible that Iushkin's talkative syndrome still has signs of human-to-human transmission? How come both of them have become so virtuous?"

A sneeze——

"What's wrong with you? There's no wind in the summer. Why are you sneezing suddenly?"

Iushkin, who rubbed his nose and wondered himself, couldn't figure out what was going on. Firstly, he was working shirtless without taking off his clothes, and secondly, he didn't feel cold. This sudden sneeze made him sneeze inexplicably.

He shook his head and didn't think much about it. Then he reached out and asked Artyom under the tank and replied.

"I don't know. Maybe this place is different from the Soviet Union. Come on, hand me the gun."

As an acting tank commander, Iushkin had to find some work for himself when he took time out to lead the crew to maintain the tank. He couldn't just read a book or stretch his muscles.

Seeing that Iushkin himself didn't care, Artyom stopped talking. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and showed his Kirin Arm, and lifted up the single 5mm KPVT heavy machine gun that had been removed from the turret and had been maintained.

Taking the nearly 100-kilogram heavy machine gun that Artyom had lifted with one hand, Iushkin sighed with both hands that all loaders were monsters, turned around, lifted the machine gun, and loaded it on the gun rack.

After loading one gun, there is still another one, and there is still an empty space on the double gun rack.

When he turned around again, he found that Artyom was holding a KPVT in one hand. After raising the first gun with one hand and handing it to him, he was still holding it with the other hand and never put it down.

Iushkin, who complained in his heart that this person was really incomparable, once again bent down and squatted on the power cabin. He took the machine gun that was handed over with one hand with both hands. He turned around and went up to the turret to install it before taking the photo. He patted the ashes on his hands and jumped out of the car.

"Here, take one."

"Huh? You still have the few packs of cigarettes that Comrade Commander left behind. I've finished smoking them long ago."

As he spoke, he held the cigarette Artyom handed him to him in his mouth, took out his lighter and lit it for himself. At the same time, he heard the sound of artillery fire from the front line not too far away becoming more intense, and a wisp of smoke came out of his nose. Iushkin couldn't help but say.

"I don't know if we have a chance to do it again. The car has been maintained and prepared. It would be a shame to just drive back like this without doing anything."

Artyom on the side smiled when he heard this, and replied with a cigarette in his hand.

"Just wait. I have a hunch that we will definitely be able to fight again. I won't let you lose your record and run away in vain."

On the other side, Malashenko, who had returned to the military headquarters, had not had time to drink water. Lavrinenko, who had been kicked twice on the butt, was still hiding, trying to stay as far away from Malashenko as possible.

A newly arrived important telegram was delivered to Malashenko by the correspondent.

"Is it Kurbalov?"

The political commissar who was sorting documents at the desk next to him asked.

"Well, it's him."

"It says that he has led his troops to the outskirts of Dalian. The Japanese defenses in the city are empty. Standing on the high ground outside the city, you can already see warships and transport ships in the port, preparing to attack."