While the smoke of the political war at the Paris Peace Conference began to burn in Paris, the war on the snowy land of Russia did not stop. Moreover, because of the escalation of the war operations, everything is even more brutal. But this does not prevent something warm, where the light of life sprouts.

War horses, after a day of running, will look tired when night comes. And on a cold night in Russia, the care of the horses is something that every cavalryman will do seriously.

"Enjoy your dinner, my dear companion!"

Paul. Kochagin carried a bag of oats and beans in his hand, and reached out to pat the horse's head as if he were caressing his dearest brother!

His mount shook its head and snorted, as if to thank him for taking care of him. Least Paul. Kochagin was pleased with his mount's reaction, indicating that it would work harder on the march or in battle tomorrow.

"Ha, our brother, let's work together tomorrow! You know, I'm more than happy to be by your side, but I have to go back and take care of my other brother! ”

Paul. Kochagin patted the horse on the head again, and made it appear that he was going to leave the stable. Before leaving, his horse let out a slight neighing sound that seemed to be coquettish.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I've prepared an after-dinner dessert for you!"

Paul. Kochakin's young face showed a sly smile. He has always cared very much about the "brother" on the battlefield who is only two years old in front of him.

He pulled out a beautifully packaged candy from his pocket, which was a "wine chocolate" sent to him by Tonya, the daughter of the forest officer in his hometown.

With the influx of Chinese arms, the sales of various Chinese goods in Russia are also very strong. At least, the Russian Bolsheviks, looking at the face of those weapons, did not design more levels.

According to Tonya's letter, Paul. Kochagin knew that the price of these chocolates was quite expensive. But he also knew that this kind of thing was always very popular in the winter, on the battlefield where hunger was often felt.

In particular, the chocolate is wrapped in Russian vodka, and there is nothing more popular on the battlefield of winter than sugar and spirits.

Peel off the pretty candy wrappers and put them back in your pocket, Paul. Kochagin brought the chocolate to the horse's mouth. The warhorse's throat whispered to show that it was satisfied with the special treatment, and its rough tongue licked his palms clean, and it was clear that it liked the "dessert" very much, and did not mind a little more.

"Oh, my little glutton, no, no! If we eat it all at once, our Tonya will spend all her pocket money! ”

Speaking of Tonya, Paul. Kochagin always felt an irrepressible warmth. The cold winter months, the scalp and the chocolates that provided more calories often reminded him of those eyes as warm as the sun, and often made her full of enthusiasm for the future.

Leave the stable, Paul. Kochakin's boots creaked on the snow, and he couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth with a longing for his hometown, especially Tonya's smile that was more delicate than the spring sun.

The tent was opened to serve as a curtain for the door, and a lantern shone warmly in the tent, and his brothers snored at night. The thick coat on the body acts as a quilt.

Under the light, a female soldier sits.

There were a considerable number of female soldiers in the Red Army. But there are not many people who can gallop on the battlefield with men, and the female political instructor in front of him is rare in the line of fire.

"Well, Comrade Linda, do you think that a political instructor can easily disobey military orders? Is it not possible to not rest after the lights out trumpet has been blown? ”

As a full instructor, Paul. Kochagin can teach this lively and beautiful girl in front of him a lesson. At least as a superior, he has this right.

"Is that so? My comrade political instructor, are you talking about yourself? And ......"

Linda smiled happily, and there were some tiny fine lines on her face that had been hurt by the winter wind. She raised the shirt in her hand, and a needle scattered a special light in the light of the horse lamp in the hole in it.

Paul. Kochagin was a little embarrassed, because the shirt was his "heart-to-heart conversation" with his two-year-old comrade-in-arms in advance. Looking at the happy black eyes on Linda's face that looked proud because it was difficult for him.

"If you can, get some Vaseline and put it on your face, or I'm afraid I won't see your bright smile in the spring!"

Paul. Kochakin jokes and gives her a piece of advice. This is because Tonya wrote to him that if a thin layer of petroleum jelly is rubbed on skin that is prone to frost, it can effectively prevent frostbite.

"Humph, girls! Girls, girls are always elusive! ”

Paul. Kocha sighed and took his weapon from his shoulder, which was his other brother, the Stern submachine gun.

He was very fond of the weapon, although if he touched the wire butt with his hand during the winter training, he would probably get a layer of skin off his unloved fingers.

Other than that, he had to say, this is a pretty good weapon. No matter how cold the weather is, the gun polish provided by the Chinese never freezes. And those Mauser rifles, in the cold climate of Russia, often had problems. If the oil on the parts is a little thicker, then it is very likely that the bolt will not be pulled by the next day.

And this Stern submachine gun, which uses a new type of sight, is not only accurate but also fierce. In addition, the M-1 "Eagle" short assault rifle is also very suitable for cavalry. So, in the Red Army, Chinese light weapons were always very popular. Like Linda in front of them, the soldiers often like to talk to her.

If Paul. If Kochagin did not have the title of "brothers who fought side by side", then how could he be promoted to political instructor!

"Linda, I've always wondered, why didn't you stay at the headquarters? And to be a cavalryman who can charge? ”

According to Paul. Kochagin understood that Linda's family was a member of the Bolshevik army in the early Russian army, so they were in a leading position in the cavalry regiment. The young commander of their cavalry regiment was Linda's brother.

Linda heard his question as if something interesting had come to mind. When she laughed, her dark eyes blinked happily.

"Why not? I've often wondered, what can we trust in the world? If you think about it carefully, can't you say that only this kind of battlefield and place where life may be lost at any time can you experience the most sincere feelings in life? ”

Paul. Kochakin's eyes rested on the delicate and reliable parts of Kochakin's hands, which glowed metallicly in the light, but his mind pondered the words of Second Lieutenant Linda.

"Yes, just like love, when you are on the battlefield, your family still loves you, doesn't that prove the depth of this love? I think we should thank God for allowing us to experience the love of our loved ones on such a battlefield! ”

The bright light of Linda's black eyes is brighter, making her black eyes look even more moving. Of course, the chapped skin on her face under the cold wind could not hide the enthusiasm of her girlish feelings.

Paul. Kochagin observed the blush on Linda's face, and he thought he might have said something on her mind.

"What's Linda, do you love someone? Can you tell me? ……”

While waiting, Linda had lowered her head and tried to repair the hole in her shirt.

"Oh, girls always have a lot of secrets that they don't want people to know! Okay, I'm not going to ask as a political instructor, but I also want to tell you that in the current struggle, we have to face many difficulties, and although love is almost the same as our goal, we still have to work hard to do our job. And to make love one of the driving forces of our work......"

Paul. Kochakin's mind reflected Tonya's figure, and the words in his mouth seemed to be addressed to Tonya and as if he was speaking to himself.

"Love allows us to face danger on the battlefield, after all, only by protecting our country, can we protect our love, which is the supreme honor for a man. So I'm against what some people say, that although we fight, we don't love war. This is not what a soldier should say, we love war because it will bring us a fair and just life, and if we are too cowardly to fight, then we will lose everything we deserve......"

Seizing all the time to educate every fighter ideologically is the task of a political instructor. At the very least, let them understand why they are fighting.

"You know, there are some people who are always so stupid that when they deny that they should love a proper war, they have denied their rights, and they deserve their rights as long as they fight. Nowhere is this more profound than among the young people in those cities...... Most ......"

When he said this, Paul. Kochagin no longer raised his head, his eyes fixed on the delicate weapon parts in his hand, carefully oiled. Looking at the weapons, he thought of more unfair affairs, more ideological struggles, especially the question of whether or not to like war, which was one of the issues that soldiers often liked to argue in their spare time.

And he, as a young man with a fierce personality since childhood, the so-called person who does not like to fight, in his eyes is just a representative of unfirmness and cowardice.