Chapter 362
It is said that "it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality". This sentence really makes sense, because in our daily life, perhaps at some inadvertent moment, we can deeply experience this point.
In the past few years of war, Yuri fought in many battles and experienced almost all kinds of hardships. Although he was a general and a senior general in the later stages of the war, he did not have many opportunities to enjoy himself during the march and fighting, let alone being picky about his bed.
However, with the end of the war, he had become accustomed to sleeping on a soft big bed and the feeling of being covered with a silky quilt. Therefore, when he suddenly changed to a plank bed that was a bit too hard and without the soft quilt, he found it difficult to fall asleep - even though he had slept very late last night and done some "physical labor".
It was just dawn, and the light was still dim among the jungle trees. In the traditional wooden house that looked a bit simple, Yuri, who had not slept much all night, turned over and sat up in bed.
The woman beside the pillow was still sleeping soundly. Her cheeks, which were a little thinner than in her memory, were still flushed with satisfaction. Her jade-like body glowed with a creamy luster in the dim light of morning.
Putting the pillow upright on the head of the bed, Yuri leaned over and reached out to take a cigarette from the simple wooden cabinet beside the bed. He lit one, took a deep breath, then put his free hand on the back of the woman beside him and gently stroked her.
The sleeping woman seemed to be choked by the smoke. She coughed twice, struggled twice, twisted and turned over, and changed to a lying position.
Yuri stopped smoking, got out of bed, walked quietly to the window, and half-opened the curtain, leaving only a gap.
Outside the window was an open lawn. About thirty meters away from the window, an old BA-64 wheeled armored vehicle was parked there, and next to it were four or five Soviet soldiers eating breakfast in front of a bonfire.
Further away, at the edge of the dense woods, there were soldiers patrolling with dogs, looking on high alert.
All this made Yuri feel a little dazed. He felt that the scene in front of him was familiar. Yes, it was in the war years, in a temporary camp of a field commander organization somewhere... It is said that once a person encounters war, he will never get out of it. In the past, I thought this statement was a bit exaggerated, but now it seems to be very reasonable.
Of course, the reality is that large-scale wars are now far away. According to Yuri's memories of his previous life, in the next half century or so, there will be no real large-scale war breaking out in this world. At least, there will be no war that will be commanded by a general of his level.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and it sounded like someone was approaching cautiously. Yuri pursed his lips and a smile appeared on his face, but he pretended not to notice.
After a moment, a hot body came up from behind. First, two tender white arms wrapped around his neck, and then two soft things rubbed his back, making his heart itchy.
Holding the two wrists under the neck, Yuri turned around and pulled the woman behind him into his arms. Before he could see the other person clearly, two hot lips came up.
Feeling the woman's arms tighten around his neck, and a slender, smooth, cool thigh wrapped around his waist, Yuri stretched out his arms, held the other's plump buttocks, held her in his arms, and smiled softly: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
The woman did not answer the question, but kissed his neck greedily, panting and saying, "Hurry up and carry me back to bed..."
It was a completely commanding tone, but Yuri did not refuse. He tightened his arms and walked towards the bed. A moment later, the undisguised moans of a woman were heard in the simple wooden house.
After a fierce battle, Yuri, sweating all over, broke free from the woman's entanglement. He slid to the bed, held the woman's ankles, kissed her fair calves, and said, "Lie down for a while. I'll have someone bring some water."
The conditions in the wooden huts are simple. There is no bathroom with 24-hour hot water supply, but there is a room for taking a shower. The trouble is that every time you take a shower, you need to fill the big bucket with a valve with water first... To put it bluntly, Zavidovo is now a military camp, and these wooden huts are barracks.
Filia, with a rosy face, leaned against the head of the bed. Perhaps because of the nourishment from the man, she was surprisingly beautiful at this moment. Well, it was the kind of beauty with a bit of laziness.
She looked at Yuri's back, who was only wearing underwear, with a complicated expression on her face.
For Filia, it was very embarrassing to maintain this kind of lover relationship with Yuri. The most embarrassing point was that she belonged to the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League , and Yuri's wife, Anjelia, happened to be her immediate superior.
She even suspected that Angelia already knew about the relationship between her and Yuri, because it was Angelia who transferred her there personally. Although Angelia had never talked about this and was very caring towards her, Filia's sixth sense told her that her boss, who always had a smile on her face, must know something.
Before yesterday, Filia had thought about breaking off this ambiguous relationship with Yuri, but when they met again yesterday, this effort was in vain.
That's it for now, who would think about the future? Besides, the reason why Anjelia took care of me so much was probably because of the ambiguous relationship between me and Yuri. If this relationship didn't exist, who knows where my boss would have sent me to.
Looking at Yuri's back as he walked out the door, Filia comforted herself in her heart.
A woman's mind is always hard to fathom. For Filia, she may never have thought about getting anything from Yuri, but she still values Yuri's identity. In her mind, this man is a hero, a superior person. Being able to maintain the current relationship with such a man can also satisfy her vanity.
Yuri didn't know what the woman was thinking. He walked out of the bedroom and asked the guard to get some hot water.
To be honest, Yuri didn't mind being known about his extramarital affair. In his current position, no one could use lifestyle issues as a weapon against him unless Comrade Stalin did it himself. Of course, the only person he needed to hide it from was Angela, although that was unlikely.
After taking a shower and having an equally simple breakfast with Filia, Yuri took the woman out of the wooden house and went to the calibration shooting range set up by the General Armament Department in Zavidovo. He couldn't wait to see the AK47, which was the "No. 1 gun".
Calibration shooting range, before Yuri arrived, everything here had been prepared, including technicians, target reporters and the like, all were in place, and even the 12 new types of firearms that had participated in this calibration had been delivered.
When Yuri brought Filia down from the jeep, the person responsible for greeting him was still Lieutenant Colonel Goldberg. The lieutenant colonel introduced him to the people present. Unfortunately, as the designer of AK, the young Kalashnikov had returned to the Ansk military weapons test site, and he was now just an ordinary technician there.
In fact, in the development of new Soviet assault rifles, Kalashnikov's design is not generally favored. The General Armament Department was more optimistic about the design of Alexei Ivanovich Sudayev, which was an assault rifle designed based on the AS-44. Sudayev was well-known in the Soviet Union for designing the PPSh submachine gun. He was the chief designer of firearms in the Soviet Union. Unfortunately, Comrade Sudayev, who was only 34 years old, was now seriously ill and could no longer continue to preside over the work of weapons research and development, and his new design was not finally completed.
Lieutenant Colonel Goldberg attached great importance to Yuri's so-called "inspection". Under his arrangement, the shooting range redo the work of firearms calibration.
First is the waterproof test, which is to immerse the entire gun in water and then fire it to see if it can function normally; then there is the sand-proof test, which is to throw the gun into a pile of sand and bury it with sand. That’s not all, the gun has to be rubbed back and forth in the sand for a while before it can be fired again...The last test item is the extreme shooting test, in which four testers hold guns and shoot continuously.
It was also at this stage that Yuri learned that Kalashnikov had submitted more than one AK for testing. The plots in later movies were all nonsense. His design was recognized at the Onsk military weapons testing range, and this AK was also the only design recommended by the test range. There were a total of twelve so-called "No. 1 guns". One had been scrapped in previous tests, and six had been sent to the National Weapons Testing Range for final testing. The remaining few were left here.
“Thump, thump, thump…”
The sky above the shooting range was filled with the unique crisp sound of continuous firing of assault rifles. Yuri stood at the shooting position, holding the gun with both hands, aiming at the target, pulling the trigger, and firing a volley of bullets happily.
As a senior commander who rose from the grassroots and experienced several years of war, the skill of using weapons is essential, and Yuri also likes guns in his heart. However, in his two lives, this is the first time he actually uses an AK... Well, this rifle cannot be called AK47 at the moment, it is AK46.
Pulling the trigger, feeling the entire rifle vibrating violently during shooting, listening to the "bang bang" sound of metal collision, and watching the light , Yuri actually felt a different kind of pleasure in his heart.
