Chapter 971 The Color of Justice (Revision)

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"Dr. Karachev told me. Is there anything wrong with this?"

It's Karachev again! This stupid old pervert!

Malashenko knew that Iushkin never lied in front of him and always told his story. What's more, in early 1943, the only one who knew about the existence of stockings in the entire brigade besides himself was Karachev. No matter how he argued it, it was reasonable.

"Any woman who wears this kind of thing will smell good"

When he thought of the words relayed from Iushkin's mouth, Malashenko could instantly conjure up some kind of evil image that was not suitable for children. It seems that Karachev's knowledge of silk stockings research has reached the pinnacle. This is indeed the case in the current era. After all, he underestimated this old pervert's spiritual practice.

Wiping the remaining water droplets from the corner of his mouth with his hand, he planned to go back and have a good chat with Karachev, asking him to restrain his broken mouth and stop talking nonsense. Finally, he looked at Iushkin's face. Looking at him with a question mark expression, he answered.

"That is something invented by evil capitalism. The great Soviet does not need this kind of thing. We are communist fighters."

Iushkin didn't answer. To be precise, he didn't know how to answer, because Iushkin still doesn't know what stockings are.

Malashenko, who was leaning against the car door with his tank hat in his arms and supporting his head with one hand, was also a little embarrassed. There was an indescribable feeling in this weird atmosphere. It seemed that he had just given it to Iwu. Is it because Shi Jin's answer is a little inappropriate?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case

"Uh-huh, stockings, if it's stockings, that's it"

Malashenko seemed to stutter a bit when he spoke again after a long time, but he was definitely not trying to show off.

What is worth noting is that Iushkin's ears stood up and twitched twice the moment Malashenko spoke, as if he was afraid of missing some extremely critical information.

"Although silk stockings were invented by capitalism, well, we have to evaluate this thing from an objective and dialectical perspective. An item itself should not be subject to additionalism, because it is just an item, and the key is to see how it is used. How valuable and meaningful it is.”

"Just like the guns of the Red Army soldiers are used to eliminate evil fascists, the guns in the hands of exploiting capitalists are used to persecute poor workers and farmers. These are the complete opposites of justice and evil, but there is no problem with the guns themselves. ”

Iushkin, who seemed to understand what he said, nodded vigorously. Regardless of whether he understood roughly or half of what he said, he would keep it in mind before speaking. Malashenko's extremely socialist and communist explanation method convinced Iushkin, who had always admired Comrade Commander and regarded him as his goal, that these words were absolutely 100% correct.

"Let's put it another way. For example, if your lover wears beautiful stockings to welcome you back in triumph as a hero, then this is just and the best use of things to bring out the true value of real things, because this is A reward for heroes is a manifestation of sublimation of love and unswerving loyalty.”

"As a negative teaching material, do you know about prostitutes? Iushkin, I remember that there should be descriptions in some literary works. Do you understand what I mean? This is a manifestation of the incorrect duality of the value of items."

There is one thing to say, Malashenko's explanation is indeed quite accurate, even Iushkin, a novice who doesn't understand anything, can show a sincere expression of enlightenment.

"I understand, Comrade Commander! Silk stockings are slaves exploited, persecuted and oppressed by evil capitalism. The capitalists force silk stockings to do bad things they don't want to do! Just to squeeze wealth for their own enjoyment! But in our Soviet Union, silk stockings are just. , we are like-minded and share the same pursuit of faith. There is no exploitation and oppression, and stockings must be red! It is the color of justice!”

If Iushkin said this to comrades who had never seen stockings, many people would believe it, and it would even be possible to be included in the book.

But if this was said to Malashenko, it would be more than just a misunderstanding! It’s like pouring cherry-flavored Coca-Cola into an authentic Sichuan hotpot and boiling it, then scooping out the base and soup, and serving it with Laoba’s secret burger and a bite of Oli!

This is no longer a odor! This is eight-nine critical blows to Malashenko, the double memory traveler! It was a ghostly scene in which Malashenko was drowned in the rain when a bolt of lightning struck him, his head was smoking and his hair stood on end!

"Yes, you understand very well, Iushkin, it is true."

Malashenko, who felt like he had lost half of his soul, leaned weakly on his seat.

Continuing to explain the truth to Iushkin is something that only gods can do at this moment, not a mortal like Malashenko.

There were many ruins on the main road in the city. Iushkin held the steering wheel and drove the car very slowly.

From time to time, we have to bypass one or two craters of different sizes that suddenly appear in front of us, and sometimes we even have to forcefully crawl through some large piles of rubble that cannot be avoided.

Fortunately, Yankee's Willys Jeep is indeed powerful and can handle off-road climbs and various rugged terrains without any problems. It really made Malashenko University experience and ride this legendary vehicle for the first time. For joy.

"This is such a good thing, Iushkin! I have to admit that some things made by Americans are very useful."

Iushkin, who had almost driven the car to the edge of the city, waved his hand. It could be seen that this car was not perfect in Iushkin's mind.

"But this car has no weapons and cannot fire, Comrade Commander. Maybe we should consider modifying it to make this capitalist car more communist, just like you just said."

Iushkin learned what he was learning and put it into practice very quickly, but Malashenko, who never wanted to recall the conversation just now, had a change of expression. Fortunately, this did not have any serious subsequent impact.

"You can talk to Karamov about this issue later. He is good at modifications. He may be able to fulfill your wish and install a heavy machine gun or something else."

"But I want a cannon, Comrade Commander."

"Then why don't you just mount our tank turret directly onto this vehicle, so it still has armor protection? Wouldn't it be better?"

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The awkward conversation between the two continued like this until the car drove out of the city.

Along the way, the sporadic gunshots Malashenko heard became fewer and fewer and almost disappeared completely. Instead, there were groups of German prisoners of war with yellow faces and thin muscles, who could even walk, performing French military salutes and being escorted by Red Army soldiers. The figure moving forward slowly.

More and more people who have endured the suffering of the war for too long are beginning to walk out of air-raid shelters and underground bunkers, returning to their former homes and current dilapidated ruins, trying to find any remaining memories or functions that can sustain their lives. things, constantly rummaging through the ruins.

There will be bread and milk. Everything is slowly getting better and moving in a better direction.

Malashenko, whose stern eyes became more determined, continued to move forward on the road to the front army headquarters, firmly convinced of this without any doubt.