I'm the damn brigade commander of the Mechanical Brigade. Why does the division headquarters keep asking me to go to the arsenal to be the director of some shitty factory? Yes, I know how to make weapons, but they can't always let me go. That's not how we catch strong men. , Commander, I'm begging you, please let me go back to the army. You see, I've lost a handful of my hair. Just let me go back to the army to kill the Japanese. Think of it as a holiday for me to relax and relax. When I'm in a good mood, I'll make you a weapon. I'll make you a Desert Eagle pistol for you to play with, okay?
