Chapter 2656: Midnight

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2656: Midnight

Malashenko agreed to gather with his crew members in the evening. He had not been able to care about his relationships for a long time recently. He used the ideological education responsibilities he should do as the leader.

But, Marashenko doesn't have time to do this now, and he has to wait a little longer.

At least we won’t be able to catch dinner at this time. Malashenko and his crew made an appointment to wait until it was almost 90 o’clock in the evening to have a late-night snack.

Malashenko was judging the stuff behind his butt, and at least he had to wait until that time to finish his busy schedule. If he encountered other emergencies, he would have to delay it. He just hoped that his luck would not be so bad, so he would give himself some private time tonight.

"I heard you want to get together with Iwushkin and the others to have a midnight snack together in the evening?"

After the battle, Marashenko had to deal with many things to do, and temporarily left Berlin City and returned to the basement of the church in the town center where the division headquarters was located in the small town outside the city.

Malashenko, who was busy correcting the battle report and a lot of documents without getting stuck in the ground, mainly to be able to share the worries of the political commissar. He threw what he should do in the past to the political commissar to handle, and then took these responsibilities back to his shoulders. This would at least put the political commissar to the political commissar to reduce the pressure on the political commissar to avoid overwork and being so tired.

Malashenko, who had just signed the casualty report "read" and his big name, had not had time to put down the pen in his hand and opened another document piled up on his hand. However, he never thought that the political commissar who was also correcting the document report on the table opposite him took the initiative to speak.

"Ah? Who told you this? I did have such a plan, but I have never talked to anyone else."

Malashenko was a little confused about why the source of the news. When he heard this and such a question, the political commissar was still busy with his work, but he answered without raising his head.

"Iushkin told me that the child just called me and asked if you have anything else tonight and if you can rush over to the appointment. He said that they had almost prepared and just waited for the trip. It was obvious that they should be looking forward to it. If you don't go, it might not be great."

".Well"

Of course, Malashenko could hear what the political commissar said, but then he turned his head and looked at the various documents and reports piled up at his hand.

The organization of the leader division is much larger than that of the conventional division-level field troops. One of the derivative effects of this is that there are so many documents submitted to the division headquarters for summary and review, especially the two key nodes before the battle and after the battle are the most troublesome and busy.

He raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves to look at the watch, and found that the time had reached 9:30, Marashenko frowned.

I was thinking about it and wanted to go, but there were so many documents at hand. It was not good to throw all the work to the political commissar. Although I could hear the meaning of the political commissar, I also wanted to let myself go, but I had to think about the best of both worlds, at least I wouldn't let the political commissar stay up until late at night.

"Oh, by the way! There's a way!"

Marashenko, who had a sudden inspiration, suddenly thought of a solution. The result of this solution was that after just after going downstairs to inspect the troops' night defense, Ravrenenko, who had just rushed back to the division headquarters, was directly pulled by Marashenko.

"Damn! You guy go and have a happy midnight snack, and let me put it here as a cow and horse for you to work. Why are you so embarrassed?"

Lavrienko, who had just rushed back to the division headquarters and had no time to sit down and didn't even have time to take a sip of water, kept complaining. When he heard that Marashenko was going to do this and asked him to work for him, he could be called a beard and staring at him, and he almost scolded Comrade Lao Ma for being unethical.

"Oh, you are good, I don't ask you to do it for me. You also know that others can't change those things, and you are the only one who has the power to review on my behalf or the political commissar. Who will I look for if I don't look for you? Does the leader have a fourth division-level commander?"

There are three regular division-level military commanders of the Leader Division, including Marashenko, the deputy Lavrienko, and the "Political Deputy Commander" of the Political Commissar. Although the Chief of Staff is qualified to read documents, he has no right to pass some core and key reports and documents.

Malashenko was also thinking that if the superiors checked in the future and found that the Chief of Staff had the right to review the documents that the military chief had the right to review. Maybe it would be a little troublesome.

If you can do less, you will have less. If you have a ready-made deputy commander, why should you find potential trouble for yourself?

Although he mumbled and looked reluctant, the friendship with Marashenko was still deep and strong enough, and that was just a matter of ritual skills.

"Okay, but I've agreed that you owe me a favor. I planned to go to bed early tonight, but I asked you to disturb me again. You have to compensate me next time."

"Okay, okay, I will compensate you. If you have the chance, I will compensate you. Now please sit here and start your work? Wait, I'll make tea for you and you'll arrive soon~"

Looking at the two live treasures Marashenko and Ravrienko opposite the table, "showing sketches", the political commissar who was still busy behind the table could not help but laugh.

"I really hope to see you two go higher and farther with your own eyes, but in the future it will depend on you."

Malashenko, who had bid farewell to the division headquarters, went to the Gas Jeep prepared in the yard, and carried the package that had been prepared in his hand and asked the driver and guard to kick the accelerator, and drove straight to the place in the city that had already agreed with Iushkin.

The nights on the outskirts of Berlin are no different from those of most German cities that Marashenko has visited.

The moonlight tonight is still bright and clear. The bright moonlight penetrates the thick night light on the battlefield ruins that have gradually cooled down after sunset.

Several construction sites in the suburbs are still busy late at night. They are construction sites that dig dead pits. If you go down, you can also divide them into two types.

The German prisoners of war, who were guarded by gun-carrying soldiers, were wielding iron pickaxes to dig graves for their own comrades who died in battle. This would be a prerequisite for them to get a pretty good night snack to fill their hungry hearts.

On the other hand, the leader's own soldiers are digging a resting place for their comrades who died during the day, which is also one of the traditions of the leader's traditions.

The final respect for digging a resting place for the deceased comrades was the only way to do. Even the coffin was not prepared. It was just a row of bodies of the leader soldiers who were temporarily wrapped with a convenient and easy-to-carry straw mat, which were arranged neatly together to prepare for burial.

There has never been an invincible and unlost troops.

The Leader Division is indeed the strongest and most capable division-level field troops in the Red Army, which is good, but this cruel street fighting meat grinder still swallowed up the lives of 182 soldiers of the Leader Division in today's battle. The lives of 182 elite soldiers who had fought on the battlefield and made many extraordinary achievements remained outside the enemy's capital city, and they could not even return their souls to their hometowns. They could only hold a simple temporary funeral in this way and buried them on the spot.

Marashenko felt a little uncomfortable when he witnessed this scene with his own eyes. It was just the first day of the battle. In the subsequent battles, there were still many soldiers from the leader division who would not see the scene where the red flag was inserted into the Capitol.

(End of this chapter)
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