Chapter 978 Dealing with Women (Revision)

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"Hello, Comrade Political Commissar! I'm here to see Comrade Brigadier. Where is he?"

Commissar Petrov, who had just made himself two pieces of bread and a can to cushion his stomach, and was sitting at the table with a knife in his hand, ready to open the can, certainly recognized the girl in front of him.

To be precise, it's not just recognition. Anya is now a popular figure in the entire 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade. Almost everyone knows that Anya is the woman of the brigade commander's comrade. This has long been an open secret.

Political Commissar Petrov, who usually gets along with Malashenko a lot, knows better. For example, Malashenko has a relatively complicated emotion towards Anya. This is not just so-called love.

But things like love have always been something that can’t be slapped with just one slap.

If Malashenko had no interest in the girl at all, he would have rejected her long ago and secretly wiped his tears in some corner.

Anya, a seemingly innocent little girl, could keep following Malashenko. Political Commissar Petrov knew immediately that it was not that simple, but he never had time to ask Malashenko who he was. What do you think?

Let's talk about this. In fact, Commissar Petrov didn't find it that surprising. After all, admiring heroes is one of the common characteristics of all kind-hearted girls. If Malashenko is also willing, this will naturally be consensual.

Although Malashenko has a fiancée, in the Red Army where many high-level commanders and fighters have "confidantes" other than wives, this matter really cannot be regarded as something outrageous done by Malashenko. The premise is that Nata, as a military relative, Leah, just don't bring this matter to the army.

However, according to Commissar Petrov's judgment of Natalya, who only met her one side, Malashenko's young fiancée should not be such a crazy woman who likes to act out.

Walking all the way, following Malashenko all the way, holding Malashenko's arm all the time, she was as if she was afraid that her lover would fly away, as if Malashenko was her whole world. It is hard to imagine this kind of girl acting crazy and making trouble. Come to the army.

But now, Commissar Petrov still has to deal with the immediate matters first, such as Anya, who is staring directly at him with little eyes full of expectation.

"Well, what Comrade Brigade Commander said. I'm a little sorry, Anya."

Before he could start eating, Commissar Petrov put the knife aside, turned around in his chair and faced Anya with an expectant look on his face. He coughed lightly and then spoke with a serious face. said.

"Brigadier Malashenko left by car ten minutes ago. You should know, Anya, today is the day for him to return to Moscow for vacation. All the procedures and handover work have been completed. It's a pity that you came a little late. ”

Political Commissar Petrov knew that it would be cruel to say this, but the obvious fact was that it was true.

You can't tell this girl that the brigade commander went down to inspect the troops and will be back in a while. You can wait here first.

If you really want to tell such a white lie, there will be no end to it. Commissar Petrov, who is not very good at dealing with women, does not think that he can handle Anya without Malashenko.

Maybe the girl who came to see her off would run back and cry for a while sadly, but it was better than being deceived and confused, knowing nothing in the end, and being kept in the dark. Political Commissar Petrov really thought so.

But what Comrade Comrade Political Commissar didn't expect was that Anya, who had thought she would be stunned for a moment and then immediately run away crying, was indeed shocked by her own words and was stunned for a moment, but her actions that followed were far beyond expectations. It was unexpected.

"Comrade Political Commissar, you just said that Comrade Brigade Commander just left for ten minutes, right?"

"Well, that's true. He did drive away ten minutes ago."

Political Commissar Petrov, who was being questioned repeatedly by Anya, seemed a little speechless for a moment. He was quite different from his normal situation of sitting in the brigade headquarters, strategizing and coordinating everything perfectly. No one knew why.

"Then please send me a car, Comrade Political Commissar! If I go after him now, it won't be too late. I will definitely be able to catch up with Comrade Brigadier."

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"This, this, this"

Political Commissar Petrov couldn't make up his mind for a moment, but Anya, who cherished time like gold, still frowned and continued to speak anxiously.

"I beg you, Comrade Political Commissar! This is really important to me. I must see Comrade Brigadier. I have something important to give to him and something important to say to him."

"I work hard to treat so many wounded comrades on weekdays. You also praised me and asked the nursing class to learn from me. If I have difficulties now, please help me! Only this time, this is really important to me!"

In the end, Commissar Petrov really couldn't stand Anya's frustration and anxious look on the verge of tears. He had no other choice but to let his driver drive into his own car and drive Anya to the airport quickly. Drive in the opposite direction and catch up with Malashenko as quickly as possible. This is indeed the order given.

Listening to the sound of a car engine igniting from downstairs, the chief of staff, who had finished his work, lit a cigarette for himself, read today's Pravda with great interest, and spoke quietly while puffing away smoke. .

"Want to hear the truth? Comrade Political Commissar."

Political Commissar Petrov subconsciously replied before he could take a breath after finally seeing off Anya, the little fairy. He felt quite stressed.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

The chief of staff took a breath of cigarette smoke and smiled, but this smile seemed a bit wrong.

"You are like a young man who has just grown up when it comes to dealing with women, Comrade Political Commissar. I am not bragging, I can be your teacher in this aspect, I am serious."

Upon hearing this, Political Commissar Petrov glared at the Chief of Staff in a "bad mood" and blurted out the words in a bad mood.

"Keep your skills to teach your son, I don't need it."

"But my lover gave me two lovely daughters. I don't have a son, and I plan to do just that, Comrade Political Commissar."

Commissar Petrov’s eyebrows jumped again.

"Then you can hold a training class to see if there are any young men in our army who yearn for love who want to ask you for advice. Just ask Comrade Chief of Staff to teach in person."

Pfft——

Several young staff officers who were so amused that they couldn't bear it anymore covered their mouths in a corner of the room and tried not to make any noise, snickering quietly. The unhappy political commissar Petrov immediately turned around and shouted angrily.

"You guys, have dinner after the meeting in the afternoon! Stay at noon and work overtime to take care of the meeting minutes!"

In the end, the entire combat hall fell silent. Only the young staff officers with sullen faces and tragic faces expressed regret and sighed softly.