Now, Balzen took a closer look at Natasha, who had been away for a month.
In just one month, this girl has undergone tremendous changes. She has become much more elegant, her face that was originally thin is now plumper, and her whole person has a more elegant temperament.
Balzen also felt that she only had slight changes in appearance, and she would never forget the fact that she was a warrior in her heart.
Balzen responded to Natasha's kindness with a military salute.
He immediately asked deliberately: "Classmate, can you tell me your name?"
Natasha was startled. She never thought that her old battalion commander would ask her this. Maybe it was because he became a division commander and didn't recognize her anymore?
Faced with the girl's hesitation, Balzen immediately winked.
Natasha, how smart is she?
"Ah... I am Natasha Petrovna Kharkova, a tenth grader at the No. 1 Middle School and the second deputy director of the Shooting Club."
Kharkova? Hearing the girl's name, it was like being tickled. Balzen suppressed the hilarious thoughts with his willpower.
He thought to himself: "It seems that after you drank that glass of wine with Kharkiv, your heart already belongs to him."
Balzen tried his best to remain calm and looked at the beautiful girl with bright eyes.
"Very good, classmate Khalkova." Balzen continued to say deliberately: "It seems that you have the potential to become an excellent soldier. I very much welcome you to join the army and defend our sacred motherland. But not today. In principle, I am
Female soldiers will not be recruited."
"I will continue to work hard, Comrade Commander." After saying that, Natasha gave another military salute.
Balzen nodded, responded with a kind smile, and continued walking forward.
Natasha already understood Balzen's intention. The two were just acting as rivals. She wanted to hide her identity. Balzen definitely knew this and deliberately said some very harsh words. So and so, really
Everyone is happy.
But what she didn't know was that the eyes of Gil Ivanov, who was standing in the team, were already paying attention to the seemingly younger division commander.
Youdao is that the first meeting is very important.
Now, what Gill saw was a confident senior officer. Even though his military exploits proved that he did not have any rough attitude, he was really polite to the students.
Is it a blessing to sign up to join the army today and become this officer's subordinate?
It's true that Gil wanted to join the army. He learned some bad things about the army from his old father.
As early as the Tsarist Russia era, it was normal for Russian army officers to beat soldiers wantonly. Those officers in the old era believed that corporal punishment could only be used to train the discipline of the troops.
In fact, this method had already appeared as early as the seventeenth century. To turn a group of ordinary farmers, traveling merchants or unemployed vagrants who were regarded as a mob into qualified line infantry, what was probably needed was the whip of an officer.
The old era has passed, but the atmosphere of the old era still exists in the new Soviet Union. To curb veterans bullying the small and officers abusing their power, in addition to strengthening the ideological education of soldiers and officers, grassroots political commissars are also needed to supervise the atmosphere of the army.
With the large-scale depletion of peacetime troops in the early stages of the war, the overall quality of the troops formed later plummeted, and the most serious decline was probably the moral quality of the soldiers.
What Gil couldn't bear to look at the most was the past stories he heard from his father about officers corporally punishing soldiers. Seeing this division commander, joining this infantry division might be the right choice.
For the eighteen-year-old Jill, as long as the war continues, she will definitely be able to wait for the country's "draft order."
Now, if you seize the opportunity, you will not become a so-called "mobilized soldier", but a "volunteer soldier" who represents a very high level of ideological awareness. By becoming a technical soldier, you will be different from ordinary soldiers.
The review in the auditorium reached the final step, and Balzen read out in public the document he had asked his political commissar Borisov to write.
To be honest, the wording of this article was too formal, and there were endless slogans. When the words came from the mouth of this old guy Balzen, Natasha really felt that it was against the rules. The room was obviously very warm, and her arms were already curled up in embarrassment.
Full of goosebumps.
Natasha knew very well what kind of style Balzen had. This uncle had gone to school for several years so he had some knowledge, but he was still a typical Russian. He fought very bravely and had a strong will to fight, but he often didn't like to use his brain and relied on his passion.
Competing with the enemy to see who has the toughest bones, he is still alive and standing in the auditorium of Perm No. 1 Middle School and talking loudly. It is obviously his bones that are tougher.
The welcome party did not last long and ended.
"What do you think?" the principal couldn't help but ask Balzen.
"I feel very good, they are all very promising young men."
"Thank you. I think they will be able to make military exploits when they join your army."
The principal's words were flattering, and Balzen thought for a while: "Whether they can obtain military merit depends on their personal efforts. By the way."
"Please speak."
"After I review all the qualified applicants, I need to meet that Kharkova."
"Ah...okay...just."
"Are you hesitating?" Balzen asked deliberately.
"Comrade Sir, you seem to like that girl very much?"
"Of course."
"This... I'm sorry, you can't recruit her, and she won't sign up."
"Are you worried about this?" Balzen shook his head, "You don't have to say anything, I know who she is."
Throughout October 8th, aspiring students from Perm Middle School can go to the temporarily established "Conscription Committee Office" and sign up with their valid documents.
No, Jill also took her ID with her and resolutely suspended her morning classes with some of her classmates and headed to the large office.
Looking at who is willing to sign up, first of all, half of the people in the shooting club went there in high spirits, and the number was close to thirty people.
In addition, forty people attended the Radio Club.
Including other people, there were more than 120 boys over the age of 18 crowded at the door of the office at one time.
How intense is the atmosphere around joining the military?!
You must know that among all the students at Perm No. 1 Middle School, almost all adult boys have extremely strong enthusiasm for joining the army.
Facing this opportunity, some people certainly feel that they are not ready. Even so, the 120 brave people gathered here already account for 70% of those of the appropriate age.
The chief minister and the first deputy minister of the shooting club, two big boys who have been competing for a long time, finally made a decision.
Who is the real man? Let’s join the army and fight to find out.
They also made some decisions about the future development of the shooting club. Since many boys in the club are likely to join the army and succeed, who can take charge of the overall situation in the end?
Natasha, who has combat experience, will directly handle the work of the permanent minister on a temporary basis.
Now, what stood before Jill was an interesting sight.
The Recruitment Committee sent professional doctors from the hospital. They let people into the office one by one and conducted the most basic physical examinations on the students who wanted to sign up.
In peacetime, the Soviet army had very strict requirements for recruiting new soldiers.
In addition to hard indicators such as height and weight, recruits must have normal bones, sound limbs, and must not be mute, deaf, or color blind.
Even further physical examination is required to rule out the possibility of disease.
Nowadays, the complicated peacetime physical examination process for recruits has been greatly simplified.
The Soviet army was forced to lower the physical fitness standards of its soldiers, and those who were once considered ineligible for military service were now required to accept conscription.
After the standards were greatly relaxed, even some special disabled people, such as red-green color blindness and mutes, are required by the army, as long as their hands and feet are sound and their intelligence level is above 80.
Not to mention those prisoners who are locked up in prisons and commit vicious crimes. In extraordinary times, these "barbarians", their anger and ferocity, may be able to be used as a force to fight against invaders.
In other words, the Soviet army, whose human resources were increasingly stretched, had lowered the bottom line of their standards for joining the army to the point where they were physically able to walk and pull the bolt of a gun and shoot, which was enough.
As the saying goes, those mute and color-blind people are not trash, but special soldiers. This is completely different from the German army. Almost all the disabled people in Germany were thrown into Dachau in the late 1930s and purged.
So, are there any physically challenged people in Perm No. 1 Middle School? Not at all.
Able to reach the tenth grade and turn eighteen years old, these big boys grew up under the labor and health system.
Therefore, the physical examination of boys like Jill by those doctors was really a formality.
They are all young, but whenever their arms and legs are tense, the texture of their muscles is particularly obvious.
Speaking of these doctors, they have long been old partners of the military recruitment committee. Ordinary city residents who sign up at the citizen military registration center in the city are also responsible for their military examinations. Compared with those people, these doctors are especially concerned about these tenth graders.
satisfy.
The students are just relatively young. After a few years of strength, they can become strong men who can run with mortars on their backs.
Gil's physical fitness is very good, so he is naturally highly rated. Because of this, he is even more confident.
Finally, the crucial political review began.
Sitting in front of Gill now were two people in military uniforms. They were none other than Semyonovsky, the representative sent by the military region, and Popov, the representative of the conscription committee.
Seeing these two people, Jill inevitably felt a little frightened.
He carefully submitted his documents and prepared materials and let them review them.
This is really a very critical review, and those who fail will be removed immediately. Just now, Jill saw some students walking out of the room dejectedly.
"Gil Ivanov, your father is actually the branch director of the Perm Post Office. You...does your father really support your joining the army?"
The speaker was Popov from the conscription committee. He had been working in Perm for a long time, so he also had contacts with the local post office.
For example, the recruitment committee will make some statistics on the letters sent back to prove that the soldiers died in battle.
After all, they were the ones who recruited and registered the soldiers. Now that the soldiers have died, they still need to count them again.
Popov couldn't believe it, so he continued to ask: "Honestly, does your father agree?"
"Of course! He is very supportive." Gil noticed something, and he cheered up.
Of course Popov saw the clues and narrowed his eyes: "Maybe your father is not very supportive."
"So what?" Gil quickly shook his head: "The country is in trouble, how can I retreat? Besides, if the war continues, I will still join the army."
"But your father only has one son: you!"
Gil shook his head: "No matter what, I must join the army. I don't want to be a coward in the rear."
After reading Gil's entire set of materials, Semyonovsky couldn't help but admire this young man's ideological consciousness.
Semyonovsky knocked on Popov's arm: "Comrade, this child's father is a loyal old Bolshevik. We cannot question this young man's enthusiasm for defending the country. That is wrong!"
"Okay." Popov looked at the people around him and looked at Jill who was eager to try: "Okay. Your life experience is very innocent. You can join the army. Now tell me, what are you good at?"
"I……"
Unable to stop Gil from speaking, Popov quickly added: "This recruitment is very special. The army does not need ordinary soldiers who can only stand in a military posture and shoot. The army first needs communications troops, artillery sighters, and logistics troops.
In layman's terms, we need people who can use radios, people who can calculate the trajectory of howitzers, and people who need to statistically manage logistics supplies. If you are not good at it, then give up immediately, we only want elites."
Popov deliberately put on a cold face and said something that might persuade people to quit. After all, he will still have to deal with the post office in the future. If there is something wrong with little Ivanov after recruiting him today, it will be troublesome if the post office blames him.
thing.
At first, Gil wanted to say that he was good at shooting, but the situation completely changed.
He immediately took out his trump card.
"I'm good at Morse code!"
"What? What did you say?" Popov was shocked.
Gill immediately raised his head proudly: "I will already be proficient in the international Morse code table. With a little practice, I can send messages properly and translate without distortion."
"You!" Popov's eyes widened in shock, and Semyonovsky became even more interested.
"Why? Why do you do this?" Popov stretched his head and asked: "You should know that the cost of deceiving us is serious."
"I don't dare to lie, I can even demonstrate it to you. My father always wanted me to work in the post office, so shouldn't I learn Morse code?"
This explanation was very reasonable. Semyonovsky's eyes were bright and clear, as if he were digging out gold nuggets in the field with a hoe.
He quickly called to Popov: "Take him to see Balzen quickly and tell him that a talented person has arrived."
Popov sighed softly. Even though he learned that this little Ivanov was unusual, he still hoped that this young man would not be so impulsive.
Popov asked again: "Now you have three options, communications corps, artillery, and logistics corps. Please choose."
"Of course I am a communications trooper. I will be perfectly qualified."
Popov nodded: "Come with me now, I will take you to meet your future teacher in advance. You are very good in terms of physical fitness, identity, and academic performance, and you even have unique skills. I hope you will, comrade teacher.
I will appreciate you very much."
"Ah! This is so wonderful."
Gil knew that he had obtained a privilege. After the so-called comprehensive review, qualified students gathered together first. After everyone completed the review, they went to the temporary "Teacher Commander's Office" one by one to receive a personal interview from the teacher.
Jill got a priority not because of her father, but entirely because of her outstanding overall quality and personal special abilities.