Steel Soviet Union

"Did you just take a photo?"

After leaving the ward in the back room and coming to the door, Malashenko just closed the door and asked Jill, who was following him out.

"Yes, uh, I took the picture. I thought the situation was good at that time, so is it just inappropriate for the picture?"

Looking at the worried expression on Jill's face, Malashenko shook his head and just returned casually.

"That's not to say, if you are allowed to shoot, it is allowed. As long as it is not inappropriate, you decide when to shoot. It is just a confirmation and there is no other meaning."

Hearing Malashenko say this, Gil's expression seemed a little um, "complicated" would be a more accurate description.

There was obviously something on his mind, but for some unknown reason he had not yet said it. Malashenko could see it and was sure that he had not made a mistake.

"Why are you using that expression? Just ask whatever you want and I might be able to answer you."

Malashenko, who was talking while walking, was already preparing to go to other wards to continue visiting the wounded. Gil, who was just behind Malashenko, looked a little tangled and hesitant, but in the end he still acted as Malashenko suggested. Choose "blurt out" like that.

"What's your relationship with that girl just now?"

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It was as if a stumbling rope was suddenly stepped on under his feet. Malashenko's pace, which was still moving quickly, stopped and stopped in place. This also made Jill, who had not expected all this at all, be stunned and couldn't help but froze on the spot, looking a little at a loss for a while.

When Malashenko quietly turned around and looked back, what he saw was Gill's expression that he didn't know how to put it. Even the two hands were hooked together, as if full of anxiety and uneasiness, just like the expression when he realized that he had said something wrong, and the word "embarrassment" was almost written on his face.

"I have a question, Miss Gill."

"Excuse me, who are you? My girlfriend? Or my fiancée?"

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Gil, who was confused by Malashenko's sudden surprise question and didn't expect that the other party would speak like this, didn't know how to answer for a moment. His expression seemed like he wanted to say something but he didn't know how to say it or how to say it.

Even if a syllable is forced out of his mouth, it will just sound like a stuttering, inarticulate sound that makes people feel uncomfortable and anxious.

Malashenko, who was shaking his head, couldn't help but lament that the troubles he encountered were increasing day by day.

If this continues, it will annoy people to death. Now is not the time to fall in love with beauties from all walks of life. Even Malashenko feels that he will never want to have such an experience in the future. The more he goes through, the more tired he becomes. Now Comrade Ma only wants to live a peaceful life.

"Listen, Miss Gill. The girl just now is just an ordinary but extraordinary female warrior under my command. She is an excellent combatant and a gunner. Your hands hold the camera and the writing, while her hands Responsible for firing artillery shells to defend the motherland and send those scumbags who deserve death on their way."

"Are you interested? Well, let me tell you. The relationship between me and her is just a pure superior-subordinate relationship. I have my fiancée, my confidante, and countless comrades who are willing to follow me and trust me. We are waiting for me to lead them to victory and win this sacred Patriotic War."

"I don't have time to be like the gangsters and hooligans in pool halls in bars and nightclubs, smiling all day long and not doing their jobs, and I don't have time to talk about romantic polyamory around a group of young girls and young ladies in Huaichun who are full of love. It’s a waste of time and has nothing to do with me.”

"Think of me as a war machine without emotions, okay? I beg you, I really don't have the heart to talk about these things anymore, that's the end of it."

Women only affect how quickly I draw the knife

This was supposed to be a meme and a joke in the Internet era. Malashenko, who traveled from that era, thought so at first.

But Malashenko never thought that one day he would feel that this was not a joke or a joke, but that it was damn right!

This series of bad things happened one after another in a short period of time, which has already made our teacher, comrade, want to curse.

If it weren't for the concern for face, Malashenko would really want to raise his head and shout: Don't even fucking bother me! There are so many men in the world. If you want to beep with whoever you like, get the hell out of them all!

But what you think and how you do it are two different things.

Malashenko was just irritable for a moment, but to be fair, he actually had no ill intentions towards the little girl Jill, so naturally it was impossible for him to say such hurtful words in front of so many people.

To be able to speak reasonable words to this extent, Malashenko has already controlled his emotions very well.

Just what Jill would think is a completely different matter.

Of course, Malashenko never expected Jill to follow his ideas from beginning to end, which was unrealistic. Even if rational creatures and emotional creatures live in the same plane, they are completely two worlds. How stupid a man must be to think that a woman's thoughts are consistent with his own.

Whoever knows how to love his mother can do it, but I don’t know how to do it anyway.

He was so depressed that he wanted to smoke a cigarette. When he touched the cigarette case, he realized that it was a field hospital and it was not suitable. He had to give up. This is indeed what he thought.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Can I still follow you?"

Jill, who felt wronged and scared, had fallen into a state of being completely at a loss. In other words, she was completely led by someone, but that person didn't want to lead and had no interest.

But it would not be a good idea to cry on such occasions.

Gossip kills people, not to mention there are so many young and beautiful lesbians in the field hospital.

Malashenko does not want "American girls crying in front of their division commanders" to become a "good story" spread word-of-mouth among close friends in the field hospital of the leadership division. Moreover, Malashenko really doesn't mean this, and he doesn't want to see women in the field hospital. Cry in front of yourself.

"OK, OK! Can we calm down, okay? Miss Jill. Take a deep breath, yes, take a deep breath, that's it. I didn't say I wanted to drive you away, nor did I mean to be dismissive of you. Let's do whatever we do next. , continue to work together, as if nothing happened, let’s continue, let’s start now, okay?”

He managed to temporarily stabilize Jill's side, and looked at Jill who gradually calmed down following the rhythm of his verbal instructions. Basically, there was no problem.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Malashenko immediately turned around again and prepared to continue doing what he was supposed to do.

It's just that Malashenko really didn't expect that the word "woman", which seemed to have nothing to do with today's agenda, would become his number one keyword throughout the day.

After turning around, he realized that the person standing in front of him made Comrade Ma feel like his blood pressure was so high that his vision went dark.