Chapter 978 Dealing with Women (Revised)

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“Hello, comrade political commissar! I’m here to see the brigade commander. Where is he?”

Commissar Petrov, who had just made two pieces of bread and a canned food to fill his stomach and was sitting at the table with a knife in his hand ready to open the can, of course recognized the girl in front of him.

To be precise, he not only recognized her, but Anya was now a celebrity in the entire First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade. Almost everyone knew that Anya was the brigade commander’s woman, and this had long been an open secret.

Commissar Petrov, who spent a lot of time with Malashenko on weekdays, knew more, for example, Malashenko had a more complicated emotion towards Anya, which was not just the so-called love.

But love is something that never works.

If Malashenko had no interest in the girl, he would have rejected her and secretly wiped his tears in some corner.

Anya, a seemingly innocent girl, could always follow Malashenko around. Political Commissar Petrov knew that this matter was not that simple, but he never had time to ask Malashenko what he was thinking.

Speaking of this matter, Political Commissar Petrov did not feel that it was very surprising. After all, admiring heroes is one of the common characteristics of all kind-hearted girls. If Malashenko is willing, it is naturally consensual.

Although Malashenko has a fiancée, in the Red Army where many high-level commanders and fighters have "confidantes" other than their wives, this matter really cannot be regarded as Malashenko's outrageous behavior, provided that Natalia, as a military dependent, does not make trouble in the army for this matter.

However, according to Political Commissar Petrov's judgment that Natalia had only met once, Malashenko's little fiancée should not be this kind of crazy woman who likes to make a scene.

She walked along the way, followed him, and held Malashenko's arm all the time, as if she was afraid that her lover would fly away, as if Malashenko was her whole world. It was hard to imagine that such a girl would go to the army to make trouble.

But now, Political Commissar Petrov still had to deal with the current affairs first, such as Anya who was staring at him with great expectation.

"Well, Comrade Brigade Commander. It's a little regrettable, Anya"

Political Commissar Petrov, who had not had time to eat, put the knife in his hand aside, turned around in his chair and faced Anya with an expectant look, coughed lightly, and then spoke with a serious face.

"Brigade Commander Malashenko left by car ten minutes ago. You should know, Anya, that today is his day to go back to Moscow for vacation. All the procedures and handover work have been handled. It's a pity that you came a little late."

Political Commissar Petrov knew that what he said was a bit cruel, but the obvious fact was indeed so.

You can't tell the girl that the brigade commander has gone down to inspect the troops and will be back in a while, so you can wait here first.

If you really want to tell such a white lie, there will be no end. Political Commissar Petrov, who is not very good at dealing with women, doesn't think he can handle Anya without Malashenko.

Maybe the girl who came to see her off will run back and cry for a while, but it is better than being deceived and confused, and knowing nothing in the end, and being kept in the dark. Political Commissar Petrov really thinks so.

But what the political commissar didn't expect was that Anya, who was expected to run away crying immediately after a slight pause, was indeed shocked by his words and stunned for a while, but her subsequent actions were far beyond expectations and unexpected.

"Comrade Political Commissar, you just said that the brigade commander just left ten minutes ago, right?"

"Well, that's right, he did drive away ten minutes ago."

Political Commissar Petrov seemed a little speechless when being questioned by Anya. It was quite different from the usual state of sitting in the brigade headquarters, planning and coordinating everything perfectly. No one knew why.

"Then please send me a car, comrade political commissar! If I go after him now, it should be in time. I will definitely catch up with the brigade commander."

""

"Well, well"

Political Commissar Petrov couldn't make up his mind for a while, but Anya, who valued time like gold, still frowned and continued to speak anxiously.

"Please, comrade political commissar! This is really important to me. I must meet the brigade commander. I have something important to give him and something important to say to him."

"I work hard to treat so many wounded comrades on weekdays. You also praised me and asked the nursing class to learn from me. I am in trouble now. Please help me! Just this time, it is really important to me!"

In the end, Political Commissar Petrov really couldn't stand Anya's soft and hard nagging and her anxious look of almost crying. With no other choice, he asked his driver to drive his own car and drive Anya to the direction of the airport as quickly as possible to catch up with Malashenko. The order was indeed issued in this way.

Listening to the sound of car engine ignition coming from downstairs, the chief of staff who had finished his work lit a cigarette for himself, and read today's Pravda with interest while quietly speaking in the smoke.

"Want to hear the truth? Comrade Political Commissar."

After finally sending Anya, the little fairy away, away without even having time to catch his breath, Political Commissar Petrov, who felt quite stressed, replied subconsciously.

"Just say what you want to say."

The chief of staff took a puff of smoke and smiled slightly, but this smile seemed a little off.

"You are like a young man who has just grown up when it comes to dealing with women, Comrade Political Commissar. I am not bragging, I can be your teacher in this regard, I mean it."

When Political Commissar Petrov heard this, he immediately glared at the chief of staff in a "bad mood", and blurted out unpleasant words.

"Save your skills to teach your son, I don't need them."

"But my wife gave me two lovely daughters, I don't have a son, and I plan to do this, Comrade Political Commissar."

Political Commissar Petrov's eyebrows jumped again.

"Then you can organize a training class and see if there are any young men in our army who are longing for love and want to ask you for advice. Just say that Comrade Chief of Staff will give the class in person."

Puff--

The young staff officers who were so amused that they couldn't help but cover their mouths in a corner of the room to force themselves to try not to make any sound and laugh quietly. The unpleasant Political Commissar Petrov immediately turned around and shouted angrily.

"You guys, have dinner after the meeting in the afternoon! Stay overtime at noon to be responsible for the minutes of the meeting!"

In the end, the entire combat hall was quiet, and only those young staff officers with sullen faces and tragic looks sighed softly in regret.