Chapter 1096

My body shook for a while. If bukov hadn't helped me from behind in time, I would have fallen into the pile of soil just dug up next to me. After bukov held me, he asked with concern, "Comrade commander, what's the matter with you?"

I stood firm, waved to him with a smile, and said in disguise, "Comrade major, maybe I just climbed the slope too fast, and the sun is too hot in the sky, so I think I have a slight heatstroke."

As soon as I finished, I handed a kettle to him. I turned my head and saw that general tavartkilaze, seeing that I noticed him, handed the kettle to me, and said with concern, "Comrade commander, first drink some water, and then we'll find a place to rest."

I looked at him gratefully, took the kettle, unscrewed the lid and took two drinks. When I handed the kettle back to tavartkilaze, I asked, "is there any place nearby where I can rest?"

Tawalter killazer took the kettle and handed it to an officer nearby. Then he turned his head and asked gilgin, "Comrade major, where is your temporary commander?"

Gilgin pointed to a simple wooden shed dozens of meters away and said to tavartkilaze, "Sir, my command post is there. You and the commander can have a rest there."

Instead of being good at asserting, tavartkiraze asked me, "Comrade commander, if you don't mind, we can go there first and have a rest until you recover, and then continue to inspect."

I took a quick glance at the young Vasiliev. He looked down at his feet again. He seemed more nervous than me. With a sigh of relief, I nodded to tawalter killazer and said with approval, "well, comrade general, let's go there first."

At this time, I heard gilgin next to me say to the soldiers in a loud voice, "well, comrades, you have almost had a rest. Go back to work."

At his command, several soldiers picked up their tools, turned and walked toward the trench. When I saw Vasiliev turning to leave, I suddenly felt the idea of talking to him. After all, Rita is also a character created by him. Perhaps it was out of this consideration that I quickly stopped him: "Comrade Vasiliev, please wait a moment."

When the young Red Army soldier heard me call him, he quickly turned back and stood upright facing me. His eyes showed confusion. He thought that he was wondering why the group commander asked him to stay.

First, I turned to gilgin and said, "Comrade major, please show me and general tavartkiraze the way." Seeing that he nodded his approval, I pointed to Vasiliev with my hand again and said in an imperative tone, "follow me."

Although gilgin, like Vasiliev, did not understand why I asked Vasiliev to go to the command post, he wisely did not ask more questions, but consciously acted as a guide in front of us.

The wooden shed, which served as the battalion headquarters, was very simple because it had not yet been built. Except for a few wooden supports with thick bowl mouth and the boards on the ceiling, they were bare on all sides.

After several of us sat down on the bench, I turned to Vasiliev who was sitting next to me and asked, "Comrade soldier, what story were you telling those soldiers just now?"

Hearing my question, Vasiliev quickly stood up and answered, "Comrade report commander,..."

Before he finished, I raised my right hand and pressed it down. At the same time, I said, "OK, comrade soldier, don't be so polite. If you have anything to say, just sit down and say it."

"Yes Vasiliev agreed, sat down again with a red face, and then went on: "in the interval of fighting, I try to write novels. When my comrades in arms saw it, they pestered me to tell them the unfinished novels... "

While Vasiliev was telling the story, I heard gilgin next to him introduce to tavartkilaze in a low voice: "Sir, this Vasiliev is a clergyman in the camp. He likes to write and write at ordinary times..."

After Vasiliev finished, I asked curiously, "can you tell me the name of your novel?"

"It's called" they may go reconnaissance with me ", Vasiliev continued after introducing the title of the book:" it tells the story of several scouts who went deep into the enemy's rear to carry out reconnaissance missions. In the completion of the reconnaissance mission, ready to return, but was found by the German army, and surrounded. While fighting bravely with the enemy, the scouts sent the information they had detected back to the headquarters by using the radio in their hands. In the end, after a fierce battle, all the scouts died

I have never heard of the title of the book mentioned by Vasiliev. When you think about it, apart from Li Ming is quiet here, the rest of his works are not famous at all. It's not surprising that I don't know. When he finished, I asked curiously, "besides this book, have you written any other books?"

"No, comrade commander." Vasiliev, whose face was red, shook his head like a rattle. After a long time, he said sheepishly, "I just started to learn to write novels. So far, I haven't finished any of them. But all my novels are based on real things. "

"Comrade soldier, since your novel is based on real things," I said hesitantly, "then I will provide you with some material. I wonder if you can write a book?"

When Vasiliev heard what I said, he immediately took out a small book and an inch long pencil from his coat pocket. After getting ready, he said respectfully, "Comrade commander, I'm ready. You can tell a story."

I turned to look at tavartkilaze and gilgin, and saw that they also put on the expression of listening to my story. Then I laughed and introduced the so-called "material" to Vasiliev: "there was a real incident last year, and one of our sergeants led five soldiers to fight against a German paratrooper detachment trying to enter the lake Wobi, After a tough fight, all of them died bravely and gave their young lives. Can you turn their heroic deeds into a novel? "

After listening to me, Vasiliev, with a pen and paper in his hand, fell into meditation. I was afraid to interrupt his thought, so I didn't speak, just watched him silently.

After not knowing how long, he woke up from his meditation, looked at me and said, "Comrade commander, I have an idea. I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Go ahead." Eager to know what he really thought, I urged him to say, "whatever you think, just say it, even if it's wrong. Neither I nor your division or battalion commander will blame you. You say, "is that so?" Later, I asked tawalter killazer and gilgin.

"That's right!" The two replied in unison.

Vasiliev seemed to have a lot of courage. He summoned up his courage and said, "Comrade commander, I was thinking that the sergeant was leading not male soldiers, but several female soldiers. He fought with these paratroopers in the forest to the death, and finally all of them died bravely. I don't know what such an idea is like?"

"Yes, comrade Vasiliev, your idea is very good." My voice became a little hoarse because of excitement: "changing male soldiers into female soldiers can enhance the tragedy and appeal of the novel. Because women's mission is to give birth and extend life, not war, not death.

You should remember that in the novel, you should make the hero civilian, because what you want to express is the war life of ordinary soldiers, and what you want to create is the civilian hero image. The ruthlessness and cruelty of the war can be set off by the experience of several beautiful and kind-hearted young women soldiers. From a new perspective, we can deduce that this war is just for us and evil for the bandits.

In a word, I hope you can show us the devastation of war on people, especially women, and the disaster caused by war on a better life and human civilization through a sad and beautiful story, and express your strong theme of anti communism and anti aggression and deep concern for human nature. "

Because Vasiliev, a great writer, was in front of me, I couldn't help feeling a little out of control, so that I said what I should say and what I shouldn't say. Vasiliev buries his head and records it in the notebook, while tavartkilaze and gilgin beside him also nod their heads.

When it came to an end, tavartkiraze next to me gave me a thumbs up and said with emotion: "Comrade commander, I think you have the talent to be a writer. Even if you can't reach the level of Tolstoy, Turgenev, Chernychevsky, Gorky, these great Russian writers, you can still write a good work that will last forever."

As for tavartkilaze's praise, I waved my hand with a smile and said to Vasiliev, who had just finished the record and was sitting upright again: "Comrade soldier, there is nothing important now anyway. I will tell you about the troops I stayed in at that time, hoping to help you finish this new novel."

Listen to me, Vasiliev's face showed a surprise expression, he said excitedly: "Comrade commander, this is really great, I think I can write an excellent novel after listening to your story."

When I slowly cut down the story in the original book, I told it to Vasiliev. Finally, I stood up and said to Vasiliev, "Comrade soldier, I have finished what I can tell you. I hope you can write an extraordinary work based on the materials I have provided." Then he reached out to him, "that's all for today. We'll see you later."

Vasiliev put down his pen and paper, took my hand in both hands, and said gratefully, "Comrade commander, don't worry, I will live up to your expectations."

When tavartkilaze and I left the command post and walked out, my mind was thinking about how to arrange Vasiliev, although I knew that he survived the patriotic war, and even in 2010 before I crossed, he was still healthy. But when I think of the upcoming battle in Kursk, I am not sure. I am deeply afraid that he will be killed by a stray bullet, and then there will be a famous work that accompanies generations of people growing up in the world. For the sake of his safety, I must rearrange a relatively safe position for him.

Thinking of this, I stopped and looked back. I saw that it was far away from the wooden shed. Vasiliev couldn't hear what he said. So I said to tavartkilaze tactfully, "Comrade General, after the conversation just now, you should know that this soldier Vasiliev is a young man with a bright future, right?"

"Yes, comrade commander." Tavartkilaze was also a smart man. After listening to me, he immediately understood what I meant. He asked me in a consultative tone: "I intend to transfer him to the division guard camp and become a member of the guard platoon specially responsible for the security of the division headquarters. What do you think? " Naturally, I am very satisfied with the arrangement of tavartkilaze, but I can't say whether I am satisfied or not. I have to say vaguely, "Comrade General, this is the internal affairs of your division. You can arrange it. You don't need to ask me for instructions."