Chapter 970 Wonderful Description (Repair)

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Iushkin volunteered to report to the front army headquarters with Malashenko. The reason was that he wanted to be a driver for Malashenko, live up to his American car addiction, and follow Malashenko to see the world. Let’s see what the legendary front army headquarters looks like.

Regarding Iushkin's small request, Malashenko and Commissar Petrov agreed on the spot without any discussion after smiling at each other.

When the news of victory comes, everyone will have more or less time to do what they wanted to do before but were unable to do because of the war. This is the same for everyone.

If the Soviet Union's own Gas Jeep is compared to a wild mustang, then the American man-made Willys Jeep is a group of docile ponies.

This Willys Jeep, which was painted in white winter camouflage, also had a brand new red star mark on the front hood, and the doors on both sides were specially painted with Guards logos. Look. It doesn't look like the Red Army.

According to Political Commissar Petrov, this car was specially prepared for the brigade headquarters. Naturally, it needed to be more detailed and distinctive in appearance.

The Willys Jeep, which is simple and smooth to operate, is fully worthy of the word "small and flexible". Iushkin, who is used to operating the machinery of his motherland, sat in the driver's seat and used various "powerful miracles" to fiddle with the new car vigorously. .

Although it was caused by subconscious operating habits developed over a long period of time, Iushkin's driving method, which seemed to be fighting, still inevitably made Malashenko, who was sitting in the passenger seat, frown.

"Be gentle, Iushkin. This is a new car that just arrived, American! If you drive it into pieces, you won't even be able to find a second one!"

Facing the reminder from Malashenko next to him, Iushkin, who was smoking while driving, pinched half of the cigarette in his mouth, held the steering wheel with one hand and flicked the ash with the other hand and said.

"But that's not what Dr. Kalachev said. When I chatted with him, he told me that the machinery made by Americans is very easy to use. It not only saves labor but is also more efficient. If he were not our comrade, I would almost doubt him. They are spies sent by the Americans. I have always thought that American products are not very good, but of course their canned meat is quite delicious."

Dr. Karachev, who felt that he had finally found a close friend in his motherland, stayed with Malashenko, and because he had a good relationship with Malashenko and talked and laughed, he served in the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment until now. The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade has always been very popular, and can always get along well with the soldiers quickly and unite together.

Dr. Karachev, who is from the United States, knows a lot of things that everyone does not know, and he is also a genuine American college student with profound knowledge and an eloquent mouth.

Because of this, those who hang around the sunny, handsome and young Dr. Karachev all day long are not only the little nurses in the field hospital, but also popular people like the brigade commander and comrade Iushkin. .

At first, the greedy Iushkin just wanted to ask Dr. Karachev about the secret recipe of Yankee canned meat, and see if he could make such a delicious thing by himself, so as to realize the localization of this supreme delicacy.

But as the chat progressed, Iushkin discovered that the United States described by Dr. Karachev was really, well, a magical place, and it should be described as such.

Although their capitalism reeks of filth, rottenness, and oppression and exploitation, many of the American characteristics described by Dr. Karachev are very novel.

For example, Dr. Kalachev personally told Iushkin, who looked serious and cute, that a company in the United States called DuPont invented a thing called stockings, which were specially designed for women to wear.

As long as you wear this kind of thing, the charm from a woman's legs and feet will be like a magnet to attract men, and no man will be able to break free!

Dr. Karachev, who looked fascinated and immersed in beautiful memories, used his hands to describe to the cute Iushkin the golden curves of women's thighs, how beautiful they looked after wearing stockings. How to make it tighter and how to use that looming hazy beauty to instantly kill a man's heart.

"That kind of thing is very expensive, do you understand? My dear Comrade Iushkin, it is really very expensive!"

"The DuPont consortium has the patent for this invention, and they have a monopoly on sales! Coupled with the shortage of raw materials, the price of a pair of stockings is very, very expensive!"

"If you don't understand, let me rephrase it. The price of a pair of stockings in the private market in the United States is equivalent to a company employee's monthly salary! Of course, this is if they can be purchased through normal channels."

"More often, you can't buy a pair of stockings at all, neither men nor women! So in the United States, if you want to date a girl and let her do something pleasant with you, you'd better get it Give her a pair of stockings! This thing is infinitely better than beer, Coca-Cola, and movie tickets! With it, there is almost no girl you can’t handle!”

"Oh, stockings are simply a sacred object! All men should praise the genius who invented such things. It is stockings that develop the second beauty of women!"

To be honest, Iushkin is still a virgin, a good comrade who has never even peeked into a woman's bath.

Iushkin, who showed no mercy when killing Germans, was stunned by Karachev's boast.

The two faces were heating up sharply like the bottom of a red-hot pot. At that time, Iushkin even felt that he was about to lose control of the ancient power. The awkward chat between the two gentlemen stunned Iushkin. Jin Zhengdi’s head was so burned that he “lost consciousness”.

Iushkin, who accidentally mentioned Dr. Karachev, couldn't help but think of the incident again.

Thinking of the glorious image of Comrade Commander who always knew everything in his mind, Iushkin, who was still obsessed with that thing called stockings, after hesitating for a while, finally turned to the man next to him. Malashenko spoke boldly.

"Comrade Commander, what are stockings? I heard that women who wear these stockings will smell good."

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Iushkin suddenly asked such an outrageous question. Malashenko, who had just picked up the kettle in his hand and poured two sips of water into his mouth to quench his thirst, squirted out on the spot, making it all over his pants, clothes, and cuffs.

But Malashenko, who was so shocked, obviously couldn't care less about this. At this moment, our brigade commander wanted to know more about which bastard led the pure Iushkin to evil.

"Who did you hear this from? What kind of wonderful way of describing this!?"