Natasha didn't have a lot of soft goods at home. Things other than bedding, clothing and some necessary furniture were basically captured. For example, the German army's lunch boxes and tableware also included their cans.
After winning several battles, she became a combat hero. At present, the medals and bonuses are still missing. It is said that they have been reported to her superiors and waited for an opportunity. What is actually in her hands now is the food reward-some flour.
Potatoes and canned food.
She didn't give her much preparation time for this move. "If I move to Blacksmith Village, won't everything be better now? Have the houses over there been completed? Or are they not only built, but also cleaner and warmer?" Nata
Sha was full of questions until the soldiers who were about to accompany him told him that the Blacksmith Village was more comfortable.
In this way, Natasha felt at ease. She was afraid that this time she would live next to the chief's residence as she did now.
Thinking of this, the girl's heart felt warm and she paused while packing her daily necessities.
"Sister, why did you stop? Are these cans going to be put into wooden boxes?" asked her brother, Kostya.
"Yes! You have put the cans in, how many are there now?" Natasha asked after she recovered.
Kostya shook his little head and muttered to separate the canned sauerkraut and canned meat. This was a very simple task, because there were not many cans left in total.
"Twenty-three in total, ten of which are canned beef, two are canned pork, and eleven are canned sauerkraut."
"You calculated very well!" Natasha stood up and stood next to her brother.
Kostya, who did not understand German, distinguished the categories based on the patterns on the cans.
Natasha nodded with great satisfaction: "It seems we still have a lot of cans. Brother, these cans are very precious and we cannot afford luxury. I will only eat two every week."
"No! Sister, let's eat it. This is your reward." Kostya replied without thinking.
Natasha's nose sore with joy, such a brother is really sensible.
Because of the war, there were only two orphans left in the family. Natasha and Kostya depended on each other. Now the girl takes on the responsibility of parents and takes care of her younger brother. At the same time, she is also a soldier. Although she has made great achievements,
But war is war, and no one knows whether he will be the one who falls in the next second.
Such a cute little brother couldn't help but make Natasha very worried.
She asked fiercely: "Kostya, do you like Uncle Berekov?"
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"Yes, I like it too. Soon we will go to the Blacksmith Village, and we will probably continue to be his neighbor. You can still see Sister Besica every day."
Somehow, Natasha has never forgotten Yang Mingzhi's teasing words at the dinner table, "I almost play the role of your father." As she thought about it, she realized the friendship between them.
For the commander, he obeyed the orders at that time. The commander was an absolute majesty to the soldiers, which Natasha really couldn't feel. He did have some fatherly temperament, and she felt at ease by keeping a very close distance with him.
, there are even some feelings that go beyond military camaraderie.
As for the younger brother, as a child, his behavior was much simpler. He just liked it, and he said it directly, as if Chief Berekov was his uncle or something like that.
And Natasha didn't realize clearly that at this moment, she actually felt a hint of admiration for Yang Mingzhi, and even envied Besica for being able to be intimate with her superior without hesitation. Even that
The girl is only two years older than me.
Putting aside these girlish thoughts, Natasha continued to pack her things. This night, except for the bedding, which was necessary for sleeping, all other things were packed into wooden boxes.
Just like him, he was ordered to change the guards of a platoon stationed there, and he also dealt with it in the same way.
The wooden boxes are all large amounts of wooden furniture made after logging. In addition, the army mobilized villagers to make a large number of wooden boxes of various sizes, mainly used to make ammunition boxes. Later, during the "Operation Fish Explosion" for transporting fish, a large number of
The wooden boxes also played a big role.
Early in the morning the next day, this was the day after Christmas, the morning signal ended the tranquility of the night. Before dawn, the normal running exercises of the troops were about to begin. Natasha also had to get up, and she put her younger brother
After waking up, he lit the oil lamp and began to pack the last bedding.
Even though the temperature was cold enough, Natasha was sweating from the labor.
Because of the long-term military training, this girl has developed very strong muscles after maintaining a slim figure. Because only in this way can she hold up the gun stably and shoot, and can offset the recoil with her strong body.
Speaking of firearms, this girl’s unique modified version of the sVT4o semi-automatic rifle is not in Natasha’s home. If you are worried about misfire, just return the bullets to the ammunition depot. For example, the soldiers of the security company, their weapons
In their respective dormitories, ammunition is managed separately.
Firearms require regular maintenance, especially applying gun oil to clean the rifling. Natasha's mentality is to separate ordinary life and war life as much as possible. After the rescue operation for prisoners of war, she placed the firearm in the ammunition depot.
It is kept by the administrator Sergey.
So after finishing cleaning up her house, she had to go to the ammunition depot again.
"Kostya, you stay here for now and wait until the uncles from the guard company come back to me and help us move the boxes. If I haven't come back by then, you tell them that Natasha went to the ammunition depot."
"Okay, sister." Kostya nodded.
Natasha changed into her coat, put her cotton hat on her head, and went out.
The low temperature of minus ten degrees was no pressure for a Belarusian girl like her. She jogged all the way to the ammunition depot and had a quick meal. Sergey jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed a cotton coat and put it on himself. It was so early in the morning.
Who is coming back? It must be Natasha, she is here to get the gun.
Sergey opened the door, and the cold wind blew in his face and swept away his fatigue. After a shiver, Sergey let the girl in.
"I helped you maintain your firearm last night. Now the gun oil on it is a bit thick. I have to wipe it for you before you can take it away."
"That's it. Thank you so much." Natasha thanked her gently.
"You're welcome, it's an honor for me to serve our heroes. Besides, you are a very beautiful little hero."
Sergey held the linen cloth in both hands, held the gun in his arms, and quickly wiped it. After cleaning it, he handed it to Natasha's hand.
"Now your gun can be used in battle at any time, including the telescope, bipod, and muzzle brake. I won't install them for you now. These parts are all very normal."
"It doesn't matter. If cleaning is needed, I will disassemble them first." Natasha hugged her "comrade" happily. This gun has strong firepower and power. What's more, its recoil is very small.
He has a very high record. On the one hand, he has good eyesight and has the potential of being a "natural sniper" as a commander. Secondly, the gun was transformed by his commander into an extremely useful weapon for killing enemies.
The girl looked satisfied. Sergey asked: "By the way, how many bullets do you need? The commander has specially approved the ammunition for you, 7.62 mm bullets. You can take two hundred at a time."
"Two hundred, then. I also want twenty magazines."
"Okay, just wait a moment and I'll get it for you." (To be continued.) 8