Highland 153, command post of the Fifth Beshensk Regiment.
Major Eugene, binoculars in one hand and a clenched fist in the other, exclaimed, "Good! Well done! Wipe them out!"
He was cheering on the T34 that had appeared on the flank of the high ground.
Unable to resist, Captain Andrei said, "Major, you've turned into a cheerleader since just now."
Major Eugene: "It's not like I can do anything else, I'll just command you, right?"
"Then you should go inspect the positions," Captain Andrei replied. "The enemy tanks are approaching, and the new recruits in the troops must be very scared now. You need to encourage them."
"Me? Are you sure? A miner encouraging the soldiers?"
Captain Andrei glanced at Major Eugene: "Just carry yourself with some presence, put on the air you had when scolding the miners at the mine. The appearance of a strict father figure kind of officer can greatly benefit morale in such times."
Major Eugene took a deep breath: "Fine, I'll go make a round."
