Steel Soviet Union

"Here, give me a hand and hold the engine.

"Okay, align it, lower the crane down! Yes, slow down a little, okay, just at this speed!"

"Go get the tool box and prepare for installation and debugging. There will be the next car waiting for us when we are done. Everyone, hurry up."

As Karamov said, the maintenance team he led did perform well.

At least everything Malashenko sees now is methodical and intensive. Compared with the general maintenance team, there is nothing wrong with it, and it is even better.

Listening to Russian with such a Northeastern flavor always makes Malashenko feel friendly. Karamov seems to be right when he says that this kid has a high level of understanding. Even if he has an unavoidable Northeastern flavor, at least he is You speak Russian quite fluently, don't you? At least I can’t see any problems when communicating with my friends around me, which is pretty good.

"Ren Dagui!"

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What Malashenko shouted was not Russian, but standard Chinese. It was indeed his true mother tongue that he had not spoken to anyone for a long time.

Everyone in front of the IS6 heavy tank was stunned when Malashenko yelled at him. Most people looked over with confused expressions on their faces. They had no idea what the words just meant. They only knew the division commander. The comrade suddenly roared, but one person's expression was not the same. Instead, he turned around in surprise and looked at Malashenko, who had already stepped forward.

"I heard that you did a good job in the maintenance class, and now you are the squad leader? That's okay, boy, well done! Even in such a far away foreign country, you didn't embarrass your motherland. Well done!"

This time Malashenko spoke in Russian, and of course the soldiers around him understood what he was saying to their squad leader.

Ren Dagui is not very tall, only over 1.7 meters.

In China, where malnutrition is common these days, you can indeed be called tall, but if you let the Slavs, who are tall and strong, have many strong men, it is really nothing. Standing in front of Malashenko, who is known as "unsuitable to be a tank soldier" because of his height of more than 1.9 meters, he really looks up to the division commander like a child looking at an adult.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, comrade division commander. You are welcome to inspect! Please give instructions."

Ren Dagui, whose hands were covered in black oil and whose face was stained with oil like a painted cat, raised his hand in a military salute. He had indeed changed a lot since he joined the leadership division.

You must know that in the past, when you were with the Germans, he was just a laborer doing physical work. He had no experience in military matters at all and had not learned anything. Let alone technical matters, he just loaded a gun with bullets. He can't do either. Now he has transformed into the monitor of a maintenance class, which can really be said to be "a treat with admiration after leaving for three days."

"Just leave what you have at hand, I have something to do with you, it will probably take about ten minutes to half an hour. You make arrangements first, and I'll wait for you at the edge."

"Oh, ah? Is there something wrong? Okay, I will arrange the matter. Please wait a moment, Comrade Senior."

Walking to the side and watching Ren Dagui's serious and busy manner as he summoned his brothers to arrange tasks and explain matters, Malashenko couldn't help but sigh again at the wonder of fate. He could actually save a Chinese worker from the hands of a German on the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War. Is there anything more magical in the world than this?

Ren Dagui was very nimble. He arranged all the work at hand and the next things to be done in a short time, and arranged all the tasks that everyone would be responsible for next. Only then was he able to take some time to see Marashen. division.

"Come and chat with me for a while. There is something I want to tell you."

""

What surprised Ren Dagui was not Malashenko's request, but Malashenko's fluent Chinese and Mandarin.

Although Ren Dagui knew that Comrade Teacher could speak Chinese when he first met him, so much time had passed. Later, when Ren Dagui saw Comrade Teacher Commander speaking at all-teacher conferences and art performances several times, it was because of his pretensions that he could speak Chinese. Speaking Russian instead of Chinese, over time I almost forgot that the teacher and comrade spoke Chinese in the past, but now I am a little surprised when I hear it.

"Why are you still looking at me like this? It's not the first time I've spoken Mandarin to you. Okay, don't worry, just speak Mandarin to me too, oh, or Northeastern dialect, haha "

It feels really good to be able to talk Chinese with "fellow countrymen". Malashenko likes this feeling after being away for a long time. Indeed, it is always nice to be able to recall things in his hometown.

"Then I will say what we say in Nagada. Comrade teacher, as long as you can understand it."

"What you said do you doubt my Chinese proficiency?"

Malashenko smiled and expressed doubts, while Ren Dagui was just a little overwhelmed and anxious.

"That's not the case, how could it be possible? Comrade Teacher. I'm just thinking about it. Even if there are outsiders coming to our area, we may not be able to fully understand our Northeastern dialect. You are not talking about our dialect either. I'm a native of Gada, so I'm afraid I didn't explain it well enough to clear up your misunderstanding. Besides, I'm a rough guy and have only been in private school for two years, so I may not be able to express myself clearly."

Malashenko, who didn't want to ink any more, casually waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and the topic could be ended here, and then continued speaking in fluent Mandarin.

"I'm curious about something. How did you come to such a far place in the first place? The Far East, I should say the Northeast, is thousands of kilometers away from here. How did you get here?"

Malashenko initially allowed Ren Dagui to briefly talk about his experience. He remembered that he first worked for the Red Army, and then was captured by the Germans as a laborer. However, the specific process was not clear. Malashenko was particularly curious about this.

Hearing this from his comrade, Ren Dagui, who had nothing to hide, thought for a moment, organized his words, and basically sorted out the mess before he spoke.

"That happened in 1939. My father and I were going to the market, thinking about selling the corn we had collected in exchange for some meat to feed my sister. She was always sick and weak at the time."

"Who would have thought that as soon as I arrived at the market, I would meet the newly arrived Japanese gendarmerie captain Huo Huo and the common people, and he would touch their eldest daughter. I was so angry at that time that I threw myself into the crowd and cursed and spat. Isn't that a bit mean-spirited? He held back, but the Japanese gendarmerie captain listened and ordered a group of Japanese soldiers to surround the group of people, saying that there were unruly people scolding him and asking him to hand them over. "

"In the end, some bastard sold me out and secretly pointed me out to the Japanese gendarmerie captain. Without saying a word, the forced gendarmerie captain waved his hand, and two Japanese soldiers stepped on the ground and slipped me out. Well, my father came up to plead for mercy and was kicked aside by the Japanese gendarmerie captain."

"I wanted to resist, but I really couldn't control those Japanese soldiers. They held me tightly and threw me into the car in a blink of an eye. I was taken away. When we got there, a traitor leader came up and said he was insulting me. The imperial army is guilty, and you have to work for the imperial army to atone for your sins. If you do well, you will be given white-flour steamed buns to eat. This is a fucking bullshit. From now on, all you will eat is steamed buns, so long as it doesn't get moldy. "

"It will be a few months before we encounter another turning point, not even a few months. That day, I and a few men were building gun towers for the Japanese. Suddenly a Japanese cart came over and a group of Japanese soldiers came down. My brothers threw them into the car. When the car arrived, we found out that the Japanese were fighting and wanted to take us to the front line to dig trenches for them."