Chapter 1933 They are about to go to the front line
A warm room in a state-run hotel.
Carambola sat on the bed, stroking her belly: "Natasha, the doctor said my due date is in January next year. I want to give my son a good name."
"Are you so sure it's a son?" Natasha held her sister's hand and asked with a smile.
"if not?"
"No. It must be a son." Yang Tao said firmly, "But..."
"Then prepare two names." Natasha said, "You want your child to have a Chinese name and a Russian name."
"Yes. Anyway, you are also the child's aunt. I can't make up my mind about this. Can you tell me?"
Natasha felt warm in her heart after listening to Yang Tao's words. She indeed regarded herself as a relative.
Natasha thought for a while: "Russian names. The boy's name will be Vladimir. The girl's name will be Svetlana."
"What do you mean by victory and light? Okay." Yang Tao let out a sigh of relief and silently kept his sister's suggestion in his heart.
This night, they put two narrow beds together into a large bed.
They fell asleep together, holding hands, as intimately as if they were in the same foxhole.
The accommodation was only for one night. Early the next morning, the group had a simple breakfast and boarded the car to the military camp.
"How were you last night?" Yang Mingzhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked Yang Tao and Natasha in the back seat.
"Very good, I will see those comrades again soon." Natasha said this, her hand still holding her sister's hand.
Yang Mingzhi saw this very clearly.
The Soviet highway system was always criticized by Yang Mingzhi.
They have a good railway system, and as for the roads, they are purely dirt roads.
At least it is the cold season now, and the snow has been compressed into ice again. The tires with anti-skid chains ignore the solid ice, and the car moves forward steadily with the sound of squeaking.
Some trucks passed by the convoy by chance. Their carriages were covered with canvas, and no one knew what was inside.
"Maybe it's a firearm?" Yang Mingzhi speculated.
After a day of driving, Yang Mingzhi suffered from backache and back pain. He was particularly concerned about his pregnant wife. If he couldn't overcome this girl's temperament, how could he let her come?
The long drive finally reached the end.
There were three battle-hardened veterans sitting in this car!
Even Natasha, who had returned to campus life, could really hear that the series of noises must have come from machine guns!
Suddenly, a checkpoint appeared ahead.
The driver who knew the way said: "General, that's where the army is stationed."
"Drive over there. I've already contacted them."
This time Yang Mingzhi went straight to the core area where Balzen's troops were stationed to see for himself what this old guy had trained the troops into.
After the war broke out, although Balzen's troops lacked strategy, their spirit of daring to fight and fight was beyond words.
In future operations, all troops will need this kind of spirit.
Yang Mingzhi took out his ID, and the checkpoint sentry immediately opened the roadblock. Other sentries hurriedly called to inform the division commander that the general had arrived.
When Balzen received the news he was looking forward to, he hurriedly gathered the main commanders under his command at the door of his headquarters cabin.
When the motorcade arrived, Yang Mingzhi put down his leather boots with high spirits and deliberately displayed the medal, which almost shocked Balzen's men.
Of course Yang Mingzhi is not here to show off.
He got out of the car and approached Balzen with a military salute: "Okay, now we meet."
"Yes, Comrade General."
"We don't want to talk nonsense, and I don't want you to hold a reception banquet. I heard a lot of gunshots, and your people are still training?"
"Yes. I'm using the new gun you invented."
"Is the situation good? Has combat effectiveness been formed?" Yang Mingzhi asked anxiously.
To form a fighting force? Just kidding!
Balzen is still not satisfied with his soldiers. There are only a handful of veterans in the army, and the other soldiers have no idea what a battlefield is.
A large group of young people did respond to the call of the motherland, shouting to defend the people and the country, without a clear concept of sacrifice.
Yang Mingzhi continued: "I think it's almost dark, are they still training?"
"Yes. Even if it gets dark, the training will continue. We will turn on the electric candle, and they can still train to shoot."
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Very good, we don't have much time to give them. And you, you will face a fierce battle soon, you should know it. I may lose you as an old comrade, but..."
"Hehe." Balzen smiled honestly, "Everyone is destined to die. I have no other pursuits. I am a soldier, and the battlefield is my destination."
"You have a high consciousness. I hope you can create military miracles. That's right!"
"General, please tell me."
Yang Mingzhi thought of another young man: "Where's that Jill?"
"He's in the communications room. Are you concerned about him?"
"Of course." Yang Mingzhi pointed to the two people behind him, "Besica and Natasha must meet with him. You make arrangements. After that, I will go to your shooting range."
"As you command!"
Yang Mingzhi doesn't care about the affairs of those young people now. They can communicate as much as they want. And this, for Natasha and Jill, is probably the last chance in this life.
They are ordered to attack Smolensk! In this time and space, the goal of Operation Mars is even greater, and it will also be a greater military adventure.
The superiors have determined the mission in Stalin's bunker. Even if it is a risk, the soldiers must not look back.
Yang Mingzhi suddenly nibbled a small piece of bread and went to his largest shooting range under the guidance of Balzen himself.
Here, there is another amazing scene.
Yang Mingzhi saw a large number of soldiers lying in the snow covered with white cloth, holding assault rifles in their hands.
They continued shooting in semi-automatic mode at a target about a hundred meters away.
Yang Mingzhi looked around at this huge shooting range. There must be two companies lying down at the same time!
"Barzen, this is your shooting range? How did you arrange it?" Yang Mingzhi asked in surprise.
"Yes. Since the new guns were delivered recently, the number of new guns is very sufficient. Most of my soldiers are already equipped."
"Are they adaptable?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"They basically got used to it quickly. Before that, we were all supposed to use bolt-action rifles and submachine guns. They already have experience with repeating weapons. The current connection is pretty good."
Yang Mingzhi could hear Balzen's optimistic attitude. "Not bad, what about the specific training?"
"Each soldier shoots three magazines every day, which is 90 rounds of ammunition. There are also machine gunners, who also have three drum magazines."
"Really?" Yang Mingzhi was shocked, "This training is really intense."
"I'm sorry, General. I really don't have much time, so I can only force them like this." Balzen said regretfully, "Actually, I have received an order. In maybe another week, all of us will rush to the front line."
"The battle is about to begin." Yang Mingzhi patted Balzen on the shoulder, and suddenly there was another explosion in his ears.
"Is this rocket launcher training?" Yang Mingzhi asked hurriedly.
"Yes. Although I don't think the new rocket launchers are more powerful than the Catfish rocket launchers we had, they fly more stably."
"How do you like it?"
"Well enough."
"Haha. In fact, it is still Liguschkov's product. You cannot be disappointed."
Yang Mingzhi didn't intend to stay too long, so he left the shooting range. At this moment, he already had an idea in his mind and was no longer doubtful about the future.
After this incident, Yang Mingzhi and Balzen got together for a so-called dinner with some bread and a bottle of vodka.
Under the dim electric light, Yang Mingzhi said: "I am very pressed for time. I have to visit the other two people tomorrow."
"Yes, I know it all, I know it all." Balzen drank himself three glasses of wine and refilled himself.
"Let's have a drink, brother." Balzen said: "Maybe this is our last time."
"I know."
After drinking, the two sat quietly for a while, saying nothing.
Everyone knows their fate, including Jill.
When this young man met his classmates, he was not only surprised, but also... somewhat emotional.
The next morning, Yang Mingzhi took another look at the shooting range and hurried to the other two subordinates' camps.
Without further delay, Yang Mingzhi chose to leave after saying his final goodbyes.
Balzen was silent as he watched the convoy going away.
"Of course I won't die!" Gil looked at the back of the convoy, holding Natasha's gift and a pistol tightly in his hands.
Specifically, it was Natasha's weapon as a warrior, a Makarov.
It has been stored, but there are no bullets.
Of course, Jill knew the weight of this gun, and now it became his sidearm.
Jill boldly asked the division commander Balzen: "Comrade division commander, this gun has really been with her in the war for a year."
"You?" Balzen shook his head, "It's not just a year. You put it away. It was the general's gun. It passed through Natasha, and now you are the new owner. Listen, its owner has never been safe.
, it is your amulet." As he spoke, Balzen smiled again and pinched the boy's neck, "Haha, we are going to liberate Smolensk, and there will be a fierce battle waiting for us. Brat,
Don’t die.”
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