Gil gained his identity through his father's channel.
Natasha thought for a moment, if Gil's father was just an ordinary working class person, how could he investigate herself? Her father was the postmaster, and was already considered a high-ranking official in the city of Perm.
Quite a few high-ranking officials in Perm City knew about the hero Speroskina going to school in the city, and they were the ones who asked her to change her name to Kharkova. As a high-ranking official, Gil's father knew about his affairs.
, I’m afraid I didn’t know it the second day I stepped into Perm.
Thinking of this, the complexity in Natasha's heart disappeared completely.
Her frown eased, and then she looked at the hesitant Jill: "Don't have any psychological burden. They asked me to use the pseudonym Kharkova. Your father is a senior official, so he should know about this.
So you will definitely know, this is bound to happen."
Natasha explained in detail, and as she hoped, Jill felt a little better.
"But, you are Speroskina, you are not an ordinary person, and you also lied to me."
"This..." Natasha pursed her lips, "I'm sorry if I make you regretful because of this."
"No! You're not sorry for me, it's just..."
"Then can we still be friends? As you said, I can visit your home as your classmate."
Now Gil is very hesitant. He is not yet mentally prepared to face a Soviet hero. It will take time for him to accept the fact that Kharkova is Speroskina.
Jill also saw clearly that the Natasha in front of her had no intention of breaking off our relationship if she knew my identity.
Why should we break off the relationship? How could we break off the relationship? Look at this girl, she looks a little guilty.
Jill, he deeply felt his inferiority and cowardice. Although he had reached the legal age of adulthood, his mind was still that of a child.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Jill plucked up the courage: "Natasha, we are friends, there is no doubt about it. I think we can still have a good chat."
"Okay, then in what capacity should I chat with you? Kharkova? Or Speroskina?"
Seeing the girl's bright smile in the cold, the embarrassment in Jill's heart almost disappeared.
"As the real you, Natasha. I...I really want to get to know you."
No one disturbed the two of them. The two of them were on the roof, standing in front of the barbed wire wall, chatting about the past while watching the people walking around on the ground from time to time.
"Jill, look, it's such a cold day and there are really few people out for activities. The two of us are just blowing the cold wind on the roof of the building. Will they think we are fools?"
Jill forced a smile and said: "They won't look here, so they won't notice you and me."
"Oh." Natasha raised her head, looking into the distance, and couldn't help but talk about her past: "Jill, do you really want to know me?"
"Of course, I want to get to know you, Comrade Speroskina."
Jill's words were very blunt, and Natasha shook her head hard: "Just call me Natasha. No matter which surname I use, I am Natasha."
"Okay, Natasha from Belarus."
What Gil resisted was not Speroskina as a person, but what he found difficult to accept was that the Kharkova he admired did not actually exist.
Just like a stage play, Kharkova is just a character in the play. Now that the play is over, the actor who plays Kharkova reveals her true face.
Natasha talked freely: "Everyone thinks that I am a former militiaman from Moscow, Kharkova. It would be good if everyone always thinks so. I really don't want to stand out. I don't want to be like a movie star at all."
Exist. But I also know that since I became a hero, being able to be an ordinary tenth grader has become a luxury. The experience of the past year has transformed me from an ordinary person to a hero."
"Yes, "Pravda" has reported it extensively." Gil replied.
"So you should be able to learn a lot about me through newspapers."
"Maybe. The newspapers praised you as a god. Your marksmanship is amazing and you can kill enemies from a thousand meters away. You even destroyed a tank. Should all this be true? I used to be very skeptical, but after seeing you
With superb marksmanship, I now feel that the newspapers did not exaggerate, although their articles always like to exaggerate."
"They didn't lie. Gil, my marksmanship is pretty good because I've been a member of the shooting club at Mazyri High School."
"What about killing the enemy at a distance of one thousand meters?" Jill asked impatiently.
"Ah! Which time are you asking? It was a newspaper report, right? The troops encountered the German army on the way back, and there was an encounter. A bold German officer left the battlefield, and he actually used a telescope to spy on us."
"The results of it?"
"Hey, my comrade and I shot at the same time. As for who shot him dead, I don't know. Maybe the newspaper article counted this as my victory. The only thing that is certain is that if two automatic shots were fired, it must be
One of them jumped a thousand meters and killed the enemy."
"Ah..." Gil took a breath. He felt in surprise that when the girl next to him mentioned words like "killed in battle", his whole mood was completely calm. He couldn't imagine that it was both fighting and killing. A person who had ever
Is the person who kills someone so calm?
"Have you ever destroyed a tank?" Jill asked.
"Yes. It was also an encounter. In order to... to cover me, two of my comrades sacrificed their lives. They died in front of me! Their sacrifice bought me some time and saved my life.
Even so, I still have bullet scars on my waist. I used the time they sacrificed to buy and got a golden opportunity. I shouldered the rocket-propelled grenade launcher and destroyed the assault gun."
The girl suddenly became choked up when she spoke. Jill turned her face slightly, and saw two traces of tears falling down the girl's cheeks.
"Natasha, you are crying."
"It's okay. My comrades sacrificed their lives for my survival, so I live to avenge them! I killed 403 enemies. If I hadn't been transferred back from the guerrilla zone, my record would have improved."
"Ah! It turns out that the number of enemies you killed as reported in the newspaper was not fabricated?"
"Don't you believe it?" Natasha asked, wiping away her tears.
"No! Thinking about it now, everything is incredible. You are actually Speroskina, who I have always known. He is actually a hero created by the newspaper, all for the purpose of boosting morale. I have to say, those
What a morale-boosting report!”
"Because everyone needs a hero." Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. "I was forced to join the army. In that situation, you only have two choices, either starve to death or fight back. Potatoes grown in guerrilla zones
Before the harvest, the guerrillas could only attack German transport convoys. My parents were killed by the enemy, and my farm was burned down. A retreating officer rescued me, and I continued to fight with this officer, even
Fifty days ago I was still fighting.
Now that I have joined the army, I feel that I am finally able to avenge the deaths of my parents. After I killed a few enemies, I thought that I should avenge more Soviet citizens who died.
Later, I got to know a big sister named Pavlyuchenko. Since we are both female snipers, can I surpass her?
There are endless examples of heroes, and now I have become a hero and a role model for others."
Her family was killed and her home was destroyed. The only thing that can comfort Natasha now is that she did not let down the country. The supreme leader recognized her outstanding contribution, and the rare peaceful life she has now obtained is one of her blessings.
Natasha smiled happily.
"You suddenly laughed again?" Jill asked.
"Sigh. I've read all those newspapers. It's really interesting. Gil, the newspaper articles are indeed a bit exaggerated. They put some of the credit for other people's work on me. No, specifically on Speroskina, everyone.
By accumulating the credit of others on one person, I am getting farther and farther away from the real me. They are creating an all-powerful young heroine, and the final purpose is to encourage young people across the alliance to join the army, especially girls.
.Of course, I seem to have made great contributions."
Jill nodded: "So, you still have many medals?"
"Of course! I have someone assigned to keep them, including two gold star medals. This is something to be proud of! However, I have witnessed the sacrifices of many combat heroes, and the reason why I am alive today is probably more of luck.
."
"No, I think it's your strength! Natasha, from the first time you easily surpassed me on the track and field, I knew you were by no means an ordinary person. You have the ability to become a hero. After hearing what you said, I
I really admire you."
Natasha shook her head: "Luck, sometimes is really important. I can stand here, and I really want to thank my commander. He saved my life, discovered me and promoted me. I looked at him
As an uncle, without him, I would have starved to death last year."
The topic began to become heavy, and Jill knew many reports from the front lines. The so-called invaders were like the new Black Death, and their spread brought only endless deaths.
The aggressors have no intention of operating the occupied areas and treat the civilians in the occupied areas as either slaves or pointlessly killed, as if the survival of civilians itself is the original sin.
A large amount of evidence shows that the mass deaths of civilians in the occupied areas are real and were deliberately caused by the enemy.
Enemies often do not use swords and guns, but use the most efficient means of hunger and cold to kill people.
The enemy took away all the surplus food from Soviet citizens' homes, took away all their warm clothing, and plundered all valuable things. As a result, millions of Soviet citizens froze to death and starved to death in the winter of 1941.
.
"So, you are grateful to your commander? Is he...is he okay now?"
"Of course!" Natasha suddenly became interested, and she looked at Jill: "There are reports about him in the newspapers, and there are reports about our guerrilla republic. He is Belekov, you should know."
Belekov Gil thought about it, he did remember that there was such a general, and it was he who invented some of the new weapons in the army.
The achievements of General Berekov are by no means as simple as some new weapons. There is no doubt that he is a tactical expert and a senior officer who is good at commanding operations.
Through the girl's clear eyes, Jill realized that there must be untold stories between Natasha and the general.
Jill calmed down and continued to ask: "Natasha, I didn't expect you knew Morse code. Could it be that the general taught you this?"
"No. Speaking of this, I can't think of it either."
"Tell me about yourself. I really want to know your story."
Natasha shrugged: "Well, when I was in the army, I would sometimes go to the headquarters and I took a look at the code book."
"Ah?" Jill said in surprise: "So you are still the correspondent?"
"No, I'm just dabbling. I just tested you. I'm really curious about how you can do it."
"Me? Haha, I am a child of the post office. The post office also undertakes telegraph work, which requires telegraph code. My father hopes that I will work in the post office after graduation. I learned all the work-related knowledge first. Unexpectedly, I used it for the first time
It's actually with you..."
Morse code, it does not have a unique Russian version, especially the civilian version, it is exactly the same in the Western world.
Such a requirement is to ensure smooth communication in the shipping industry. In particular, the code communication problems exposed by the Titanic incident forced the West to develop a universal code table.
This code table only has the Roman alphabet version. The Soviet Union used it to convert the Kirill alphabet into the Roman alphabet.
Of course, the military cipher used by the Soviet Union and the German Enigma code are all encrypted codes based on the transmission principle of Morse code.
They are all for military use and have nothing to do with international codes. To decipher these clueless codes, the United Kingdom and the United States were at the forefront, which objectively led to the birth of modern electronic computers and ushered in the dawn of the information age.
After all, the time between classes is limited. After all, Natasha exposed her identity in front of Jill, and only Jill knew about it.
If she is destined to be exposed, destined to show herself as Speroskina, at least not now, she will continue to live as Kharkova.
As for Jill? He had to accept the fact that the girl he was pursuing was actually the famous legendary hero Speroskina. Even so, she was by no means unattainable, but she preferred to show herself as an ordinary person.
"Jill, this is a secret between you and me, do you understand?"
"I understand, I won't tell anyone, Spero... No! Student Kharkova. The time is up, let's go back to class."
This answer was satisfying, and Natasha nodded deeply.
"In the future, will you abide by our agreement?" Jill suddenly asked.
"Promise? Is it to be a guest at your home?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I really want to meet your father. After all, he is the one who figured out my identity. No matter what, I will go as your classmate, nothing more."