Steel Soviet Union

It is rare to have a relatively free day, but Malashenko is not used to it.

He was used to fighting in the flames of war, and the first thing he thought about when he woke up every day was how to do the German stick today. This kind of leisure time, not in the rear, but on the frontline battlefield, made Malashenko feel uncomfortable. .

I couldn't tell exactly where I felt uncomfortable, but I just felt like everything was wrong.

"I feel like I'm almost rusty. I'm such a bitch. I usually want to have a good sleep and rest while fighting every day, but now I rarely get the chance. As a result, I don't need to be called every morning and I wake up on time automatically. , I can’t sleep even if I want to, I can’t sleep at all, do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

Sitting in the division headquarters drinking tea and chatting for a while with nothing to do early in the morning has become Comrade Ma's daily routine in recent days.

It’s not that Malashenko is lazy, it’s just that he really has nothing to do when he wakes up early in the morning.

Let's go down to inspect the troops, it's a bit early.

Help Comrade Political Commissar correct official documents. Yesterday's work has been completed, and today's work has not been delivered yet.

After much deliberation, all I can think about is drinking tea early in the morning and chatting here for a while.

"Want some advice?"

Comrade political commissar sitting behind the desk took a sip of tea and spoke slowly, then Malashenko, who was sitting across the table with his legs crossed, replied casually.

"Say it, I'm listening."

"My advice is, if I were you, I would seize these few days to adjust my condition and rest. It is rare to have a chance to rest, and after this rest, I estimate that I will not have another chance until the end of the war, at least There will never be more days of decent rest, and this should be the last official break before we take Berlin, so seize the opportunity.”

Let's talk about some scary good news. The current position of the leadership division is about 120 kilometers away from Berlin in a straight line, but this is the resting position in the rear. The Red Army attack force closest to Berlin on the front line heard that yesterday it had advanced to less than 70 kilometers away from Berlin. At this time, it is not an exaggeration to say that the war is about to end.

Therefore, Comrade Political Commissar’s “kind reminder” to Comrade Lao Ma is correct. When the war reached this point, everyone knew that taking Berlin only required a single effort. As long as there was no big trouble, this should be the last rest for the main synthetic group of the Leader's Division before the decisive battle.

"Uh, okay, I know, I understand what you said. But damn, I really want to take a good rest, but my restless heart can't rest no matter what. The thought of fucking the German guy quickly It makes me laugh even in my excited dreams, haha.

Malashenko's words not only amused him, but the political commissar sitting behind the desk also laughed together. He slowly shook his head with a smile, and then made a casual comment on Malashenko's undisguised excitement.

"Then continue to be excited. When I was as young as you, I could withstand the battle with the White Bandits for several nights without sleeping. They were chasing us everywhere during the day, and we would sneak attack on them at night while they were sleeping. At the camp, during that time we were out and about day and night and the white bandits were so nervous that they didn’t dare to sleep at night. As a result, they didn’t have the energy to fight us the next day.”

"In the end, the white bandits who were chasing us were so disheartened that they retreated on their own. We didn't expect that we could actually win this way."

"I'm going too far. I guess I can handle staying up all night with your body. After all, what is about to happen is enough to be recorded in history. Let alone you, I can't hide the excitement in my heart now. I will always be there these days. Thinking of this, this war is finally coming to an end with our victory.”

Looking at the expression of emotion and thoughts on the face of Comrade Political Commissar, what Malashenko actually wanted to say is: all your efforts were not in vain. You finally made it to the coming day and witnessed the final victory with your comrades. .

But then I thought about it, and it seemed inappropriate to mention this when I had nothing to do. There was no way it would have a negative impact on Comrade Political Commissar’s condition, and there was no way he wouldn’t be able to remember his illness if he didn’t talk about it. Son, it's better not to mention those unpleasant things at this time.

Thinking of this, Malashenko, who was about to speak, planned to say something else to change the subject.

But just when the words came to his lips, before he had time to say them, a familiar figure came in a hurry with a letter in his hand. He had already entered the division headquarters and entered Malashenko's field of vision. By the way, Interrupting the unspoken statement.

"Hey, brothers, I just received a new situation here. It's very important, very, very important. You two don't mind if we talk in another place, right?"

The visitor was none other than our deputy division commander, Colonel Lavrinenko.

Malashenko remembered that this guy hurriedly led people out early in the morning, saying that there was a low-level meeting at the front army headquarters, and someone from the leadership division was needed to attend.

It is not necessary for Malashenko to go in person. Lavrinenko said that the political commissar was not in good health, so he might as well let him go.

Malashenko thought about it and it seemed that there was indeed something on his schedule, but he almost forgot about it because he didn't pay much attention to the trivial civilian affairs of the division. Now that Lavrinenko said this, when he thought about it, he felt that the proposal was not a big problem, so he simply agreed on the spot.

It's just that Malashenko didn't expect that Lavrinenko, the guy who had just taken people there for a while, hurried back and said with a mysterious face that he had some important news that he and his political commissar comrades wanted to have a "private chat with." solve".

how? Isn’t it convenient to talk in front of the comrades coming and going from the division headquarters? Malashenko would be confused for a while.

"Why is it so mysterious? As for moving somewhere?"

"Oh, if it doesn't happen, why should I waste this talk? Just believe me, it must be very important to both of you. It's okay to find a quiet place."

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Malashenko and Commissar Petrov looked at each other and found that the Comrade Comrade's eyes did not have the answer he was looking for. In desperation, he could only comply with Lavrinenko's request and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, come to the back room and say, come to my bedroom."

It's nominally called "Comrade Commander's Office", but Malashenko spends more time sleeping here than working and correcting documents, so Malashenko himself prefers to call it a bedroom instead of an office.

The three of them entered the room and each found a place to sit and rest their butts. Malashenko pulled up a chair, Comrade Comrade Political Commissar sat on the sofa, and Lavrinenko sat directly on the bed.

As soon as the three people sat down in a circle, Lavrinenko picked up the envelope in his hand and said.