Yelentina is the same as most officers and soldiers. The morning bugle blows on time like an alarm clock. She gets up on time, eats on time, and returns to her office on time.
Now Salinchkin and Lyudbalev are fully responsible for the municipal and civil affairs of Novgomel. As the municipal committee of the 284th Division, the only thing she is responsible for is the regular soldiers and militia of the division, totaling more than 10,000 people.
All refugees who entered Novgomel and were considered to have the possibility of becoming soldiers were forcibly conscripted. Even if some of them just wanted to escape and believed that becoming a soldier was tantamount to death, the harsh laws still made these people succumb.
However, after all, they were forced to recruit soldiers, and it is completely normal to have natural resistance in their hearts. How to make them voluntarily fight requires long-term education and coercion.
Yelentina knew that if she trained the young Communist Youth League members to become political commissars by herself, it would be difficult for the middle-aged or even semi-elderly guys to fully obey her orders because they were too young. At the critical moment, she would have to step forward in person as the NKVD.
To remove pressure, this method is indeed very effective.
Just as she was preparing to go to the training ground to teach the new recruits, Yang Mingzhi showed up uninvited, which really disrupted her schedule.
"Berekov, do you have anything important to report? For example, the weapon has been developed?" Yelentina said a little harshly, because this man barged in so rudely without even knocking on the door.
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Yang Mingzhi said without any nonsense, "I don't have anything important. The only thing is that I need a camera."
Yelentina was still a little nervous at first. She didn't know what the deputy division commander wanted to do to come to her door in a hurry. Unexpectedly, he actually wanted something? She quickly asked: "You want a camera? Why do you want that thing? You are not a reporter.
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"Oh! Let me tell you, now I not only want a camera, but also a reporter!" Yang Mingzhi stretched out his right hand: "You are a smart person, you know what I mean."
"No! I don't understand!" Yelentina didn't even think about it, she just slapped the table angrily.
Maybe she really didn't understand? Yang Mingzhi quickly explained.
In fact, as for taking photos of the troops, because there are cameras, this matter should be done. The problem is that there is no way to develop the photos after taking them. Now that the deputy division commander has explained the matter thoroughly, she said helplessly: "About this matter.
, I think you should know that photos cannot be taken immediately by pressing the shutter button of the camera! There are a series of scientific issues involved, which I don’t understand very well. Professionals are required to develop photos.”
"Yes! I understand!" Yang Mingzhi brought a stool and sat down with his legs crossed. Because he was in a happy mood, he simply expressed all his thoughts.
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After all, he wanted to be a hero! He was not afraid of sacrifice. What he was afraid of was that he would not be able to retain the achievements and honors he had created after sacrifice. Therefore, everything was filmed flatly.
Yelentina squinted her eyes and thought so.
It is true that taking photos is not for himself, but for the troops.
Yang Mingzhi had finished speaking, and Yelentina thought for a while and said: "You are right, we take photos, which is more intuitive than written records. The war will definitely end, and we will definitely win. These photos are this history
Clear evidence of.”
"And it will definitely be part of the cruel memory of this huge war in the republic of Belarus." Yang Mingzhi added.
"Yes! The photos will eventually be placed in the museum. Even if we return to dust in the end, and all those who witnessed the war have been taken away by time, our descendants will still remember that their fathers were on this land.
, fight to defend the country and defend peace!" Yelentina winked: "These are general principles, but also mixed with your selfishness. The new individual rocket launcher you want to develop may really become an excellent
Tactical weapons, our photos just record this historic moment."
"Of course!" Excited, Yang Mingzhi stood up and clapped his thighs: "My comrade political commissar, I, Berekov, was the first person to develop rocket-propelled grenades. Now we in Pripya
Under my leadership, the Ji Weapon Design Bureau will develop a weapon with even more exaggerated power. This development process should be recorded with photos. I am not here to talk to you about big things! Make your choice now, right?
Decided to hand over reporters and cameras!"
"Oh! You're still anxious!" Yelentina smiled funny, snapped her fingers and shouted: "Belski!"
Soon, a young man in neat uniform stood upright in front of Yang Mingzhi.
"Nikolai Ivanovich Belsky, he is a member of the Communist Youth League who joined us last autumn. He is a good clerk and a propagandist for the army. We have no professional journalists here, like
People like Bilski can serve as reporters." After Yelentina's introduction, she directly announced that this person would now take orders from Yang Mingzhi and conscientiously complete all required shooting tasks.
Western men generally have deep eyes, tall noses, and very three-dimensional faces. Yang Mingzhi had to admit that he was somewhat face-blind and was quite unfamiliar with this Bilski.
However, after the two chatted for a few words, Yang Mingzhi was able to recall a few things.
"It turns out that you came here for the fish fry operation last year. The conditions here were extremely difficult at that time, but you were still willing to come. You really have a lot of courage."
This praise can only arouse Bilski's helplessness. As a member of the Communist Youth League, he must set an example and actively infiltrate into enemy-occupied areas when the country is invaded. According to the orders of the leader and the party, he must raise a resistance army behind enemy lines.
Although the results were different, he still boasted that he had found a suitable job.
"Deputy Commander! If we take photos of our true situation and send the film to Moscow, the leader will prove it for us and announce it to the world that there is still a Soviet enclave in the enemy-occupied area that has not been captured by the enemy!
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Yang Mingzhi frowned. As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong! But what Lao Maozi lacks is humility. There is also a large area of Soviet actual control at the junction of Baiwu and Baiwu. Tens of thousands of people live and fight here.
Oops, this will become a political bargaining chip! Not only does it prove the correctness of the Soviet Union's operations behind enemy lines, but it also allows a former anti-Japanese Chinese to serve as a senior commander in this controlled area. This is flattering to China and also to the United States!
The future is not something that I, a small character, can control. The wings of butterflies have been flapping for two years. Everything can only be in accordance with nature.
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As for taking pictures, in fact Yelentina has already taken some, and there are still some precious blank films that have not been used.
She asked Yang Mingzhi to calm down, and went to the archives room to take out a small wooden box, opened the lock, and then took out a small wooden box without a lock, and took out the three submissions inside.
Yang Mingzhi looked at these small cylindrical metal cans. The codes on them clearly printed the words Kodak.
"Hehe! It's really well-deserved. This Kodak submission really existed during World War II."
Yelentina looked at Yang Mingzhi's smile. Was he too excited? She reminded her: "Berekov, I am very confused about your request today, but your reasons are also very good. These are our last three
The blank paper is handed in, and you can take a total of thirty-six times. So please arrange it properly, we will not waste the opportunity at all!"
Yang Mingzhi regained his composure, deliberately stood at attention, saluted, and accepted the three precious volumes.