After class, Victor and Sukhalev stood up and pushed Sokov's wheelchair out of the classroom as usual, preparing to push him to the parking lot and hand him over to Lieutenant Koshkin to take home.
For some unknown reason today, Sokov and the other three arrived at the parking lot, but did not see Koshkin's car.
"Strange, why didn't you see Lieutenant Koshkin?" Sukharev frowned and said, "Did he have something to delay him?"
"It doesn't matter," Sokov said magnanimously: "I'm not in a hurry to go back to the hospital anyway. I'll just wait for him here for a while."
Victor looked up at the sky and said, "I think we should go back to the teaching building and wait. The day is gray and it looks like it will snow soon."
When the two of them pushed Sokov's wheelchair toward the teaching building, Sukhalev suddenly said: "I don't like winter, especially snowy days."
"Why?" Sokov suddenly became interested when he heard what he said. He tilted his head and asked, "Sukhalev, why do you hate winter and snow?"
"The Baltic Sea will freeze every winter, and our warships will be frozen in the port and unable to leave the port." Sukharev said with a solemn expression: "If it was a peaceful era, it would not matter if the warships were frozen, but now it is
During the war, German planes would take advantage of our warships to be unable to move and launch bombings against us."
A picture immediately emerged in Sokov's mind. Countless ships were moored in a frozen port, and dense enemy planes swooped down from high altitudes, dropping bombs on the ships frozen by the ice. The bombs fell.
Explosions on the ice or on warships raised dazzling flames. Although the fleet's sailors used anti-aircraft weapons to continuously shoot at the enemy planes in the air, they could only slightly weaken the intensity of the enemy planes' bombing and could not prevent the warships from being bombarded.
The fate of bomb hits.
"I think," Sokov said after organizing the vocabulary in his mind: "The bombing by enemy planes must have caused a lot of casualties to the sailors of the Baltic Fleet."
"Yes, during a bombing, seven of our ships of different models were sunk." Sukharev showed a painful expression on his face: "The sailors on the ship either sank with the ship or fell into it.
They froze to death in the cold sea water, and very few sailors were rescued in the end."
Sokov raised his left hand, gently patted Sukhalev's hand on the back of the wheelchair, comforted him and said: "Sukhalev, this is war. But don't worry, sooner or later we will fight against him."
The Germans will demand repayment of this blood debt."
The three of them had just entered the hall when a teacher hurried over. After seeing the three of them clearly, he asked: "Are you students in the class of Teacher Christonia?"
"Yes, Comrade Teacher." Sokov saw the other person carrying the rank of major on his shoulders, and knew that there must be a reason for him to ask this, so he asked politely: "Do you have any advice?"
"I need to find someone to move a set of teaching aids from the storage room on the fourth floor." The teacher pointed at Victor and Sukhalev: "You two follow me to move the things."
However, Victor and Sukharev did not reply to the teacher immediately. Instead, they turned their attention to Sokov to see what he meant. Sokov knew that if the teacher could find someone to help, he would definitely not be like now.
He grabbed the strong men randomly, nodded to the two of them, and said: "Since Comrade Teacher needs your help, then you go and help him."
"But," Victor said with some worry, "we can't leave you here alone!"
"It doesn't matter," Sokov said with a smile: "I can take care of myself, so you can go without worries."
Since Sokov said so, Victor nodded and followed the teacher to the fourth floor to move the teaching aids with Sukhalev.
After Sokov waited for the three people to leave, he turned the wheel of his wheelchair with his own hands, came to the gate, and looked towards the parking lot not far away to see if Koshkin had arrived.
After waiting for a while, Koshkin was not there, but two hurried footsteps came from behind. Sokov thought that Victor and Sukhalev were back, and when he turned around to greet them, he found that
They were two unfamiliar officers, one was an elderly lieutenant colonel, and the other was a lieutenant.
Seeing that it was not Victor and Sukhalev, Sokov turned his head and continued to look outside, patiently waiting for Koshkin's arrival.
At this moment, he heard a slightly older voice say: "You are so shameless, Lieutenant Morozka, how can you casually pick up a girl in a military store? Aren't you afraid?
Are you causing yourself unnecessary trouble?"
"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I was wrong." A young voice sounded: "I just saw that the girl was very beautiful, so I went up to chat with her, but I didn't know that she came with a driver..."
"Military store, girl, driver." When Sokov heard the young lieutenant say these three words, he instinctively thought of Asya who went to buy something in the military store yesterday, and thought it couldn't be such a coincidence.
The girl the lieutenant wants to hook up with could happen to be Asiya, right?
In order to figure out what was going on, he tilted his head slightly and stretched his ears to listen to the conversation between the two. He heard the lieutenant continue: "It would be fine if it was an ordinary driver, but that driver turned out to be a second lieutenant from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
.”
"Second lieutenant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?" the lieutenant colonel asked in a questioning tone: "You are not mistaken, are you?"
"You can't be wrong, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel." The lieutenant's voice was filled with tears: "When they asked me to put the flour bag in the trunk of the car, I took a special look at the license plate of the car. The color of the license plate was Internal Affairs.
The blue number is for ministerial-level leadership."
"Lieutenant Morozka, are you right? What you are looking at is a ministerial-class car of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I am definitely not wrong." The Lieutenant pleaded hard: "If the higher ups want to hold me accountable, I hope you can put in a few good words for me."
When Sokov heard this, he roughly understood what was going on. Asiya must have gone to the military store yesterday in casual clothes to buy something, and ended up meeting this young lieutenant. The lieutenant coveted Asiya's beauty, so he stepped forward.
They went to hook up, but unexpectedly the driver who took Asiya to the military store showed up. Lunev was originally the deputy minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the license plate on the car he was riding in was naturally a ministerial-level license plate.
"Oh my God!" the lieutenant colonel wailed: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused? If your superiors really pursue this matter, even if I speak for you, I am afraid it will not help. You should just ask for happiness.
."
Seeing that the lieutenant colonel was unwilling to help him, Lieutenant Morozka became anxious: "Comrade lieutenant colonel, I am your adjutant. Do you really want to die without saving me?"
"Don't save me?!" The lieutenant colonel said with a wry smile: "I wanted to save you, but you got into too much trouble. That girl might be a relative of a certain minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sit in a car like that
The car went to the military store for shopping."
"Then what should I do?"
Just when Sokov wanted to hear what was going on with the Lieutenant Colonel, he heard a stern voice coming from behind: "Comrade Captain, what are you doing here?"
Sokov wondered where another captain had appeared. When he was about to look back, he saw the lieutenant colonel appearing in front of him and asked with a straight face: "Captain, what are you doing here?"
Hearing what the lieutenant colonel said, Sokov suddenly realized that the captain he just mentioned was referring to himself. He quickly said with a smile on his face: "Comrade lieutenant colonel, I'm waiting for someone here."
The lieutenant colonel was worried that his conversation with Lieutenant Morozka would be overheard by Sokov, so he asked warily: "Who are you waiting for? Who are you waiting for?"
"A friend." Sokov and the lieutenant colonel were strangers to each other, so naturally he would not confide in him, but answered vaguely: "I'll wait for him to take me to the hospital."
Knowing that Sokov was waiting for someone here, the Lieutenant Colonel was not sure whether he heard the conversation between himself and Morozka, so he started to criticize: "Comrade Captain, it seems that you have been in the army for a long time, right?
"
"Yes, I joined the army as soon as the war broke out."
"Since you have been in the army for a long time, why don't you salute when you see a commander with a higher rank than you?"
After being reminded by the lieutenant colonel, Sokov once again remembered that the identity he was using now was not the illustrious Lieutenant General Sokov, but just an ordinary student in the intermediate training class, Captain Sokov. He secretly smiled bitterly, and then
He raised his right hand to his forehead: "Hello, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!"
"No," the lieutenant colonel began to criticize: "The posture of the salute is not standard. Try it again."
There was no other way. Under the current circumstances, the military rank on the opponent's epaulette was higher than his own. Sokov could only compromise and raise his hand to salute the opponent again.
This time the lieutenant colonel was not picky and reluctantly let Sokov go. Just when the lieutenant colonel was about to turn around and leave, Sokov suddenly spoke: "Did the girl you met in the military store yesterday wear a dress?"
A black woolen coat and a white woolen hat? Lieutenant Morozka!"
Lieutenant Morozka, who was standing by silently, suddenly heard the strange captain talking about the girl's dress yesterday, and finally even called out his own name, and asked in shock: "You, who are you?"
?Why do you know what color clothes that girl is wearing? Also, how do you know my name?"
"The reason is very simple." Sokov did not answer the questions in the order of the other party, but said to himself: "I know your name because I happened to hear the conversation between you and the lieutenant colonel. And the reason why
I know what that girl is wearing because she is my wife."
After listening to Sokov's words, Morozka was certainly shocked, and the lieutenant colonel was also shocked. He realized that the captain in front of him probably had some background, and that he had just offended him.
"Captain Sokov," just as the situation was getting awkward, Koshkin, who had arrived late, appeared at the door. He curiously asked Sokov, who was sitting in a wheelchair: "Why are you sitting here alone, Vic?"
Where are the number of colonels and Captain Sukhalev going?"
"A teacher asked them to move teaching aids." After Sokov briefly introduced the situation to Koshkin, he continued: "When the two of them come back, I will tell them before leaving. In case they don't see it.
I will be worried."
"Okay, Captain Sokov." After Koshkin agreed, he saw the Lieutenant Colonel and Lieutenant Morozka standing aside and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Who are they two?"
"Maybe they are from the advanced training class." Sokov said disapprovingly: "Who knows, I don't know them."
Koshkin has worked in the Ministry of Internal Affairs for more than ten years, and it is common for him to observe what is happening. When he saw the eyes of Lieutenant Colonel and Lieutenant Morozka flickering, he immediately realized that the two people might have had something unpleasant with Sokov.
, then walked up to the lieutenant colonel and asked: "Comrade lieutenant colonel, what is your name and which army are you from?"
If it were any other lieutenant, speaking to a lieutenant colonel in such a tone would definitely result in a reprimand. But Koshkin was wearing the blue hat that symbolized the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so the lieutenant colonel had to lower his body and answer in a low voice.
Said: "Comrade Lieutenant, I am Lieutenant Colonel Udanov, deputy commander of the 210th Guards Regiment. I wonder who you are?"
"I am Lieutenant Koshkin, the adjutant of General Lunev, Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs." Koshkin raised his chin and asked arrogantly: "Did you just have a conflict with Captain Sokov?"
"No, no." Lieutenant Colonel Udanov quickly denied: "Comrade Lieutenant, you must be mistaken. We didn't say a few words in total, how could there be a conflict?"
Sokov couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this familiar number, and then asked: "Are you Sivakov's subordinate?"
When Udanov heard what Sokov said, he asked with some surprise: "Comrade Captain, do you know our division commander?"
"Yes, we fought side by side together." Sokov asked: "Is your 71st Guards Division now part of General Chistyakov's 6th Guards Army?"
Udanov was transferred to the 71st Guards Division during the Battle of Kursk. Naturally, he did not know Sokov, the former commander of the 21st Army. He heard Sokov's tone of voice, which seemed to be similar to that of the West.
Vakov is very familiar with him, but he still despises Sokov in his heart. He thinks that you, a captain, are qualified to fight alongside a major general and division commander?
However, for Koshkin's sake, he still laughed and replied: "Yes, the original designation of our division's unit was the 21st Army. On April 16 this year, it was officially reorganized into the 6th Guards Army."
"I know all the commanders and deputy commanders of the 71st Guards Division, but I have never met you." Sokov looked at Lieutenant Colonel Udanov and asked: "You were transferred there later, right?"
"That's right, Comrade Captain. After the Battle of Kursk, I was transferred from the reserve force to the 71st Guards Division and served as the deputy commander of the 210th Guards Regiment."
"That's no wonder." After Sokov confirmed that his guess was correct, he waved to the two of them and said, "It's okay, you two can leave."
Udanov couldn't help but show anger on his face, thinking to himself, I am the deputy commander of the lieutenant colonel. How can you, a little captain, have the right to tell me what to do? He was angry, but when he saw Koko standing next to Sokov
Shi Jin could only try his best to control his emotions, nodded and said, "Okay, let's leave first."
Just as Udanov was about to leave with Morozka, Sokov said again: "Lieutenant Morozka, I will not pursue your affair with my wife, so you don't have to bear any psychological burden.
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Morozka came to the college to see Udanov today because he was worried that what happened yesterday would cause endless trouble. Unexpectedly, after Udanov figured out what was going on, he wanted to stay out of it, which made him feel chilled. At this moment
Hearing what Sokov said, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, Comrade Captain! I will always keep your kindness in mind."
This chapter has been completed!