Sasha, whose face was already pale and pale from fright, did not dare to say much. He immediately followed the instructions of the political commissar and ran to the passenger seat of the car. With flying but somewhat messy movements, he quickly found Pietro.
He grabbed the small white medicine bottle that the political commissar husband needed, then grabbed it in his hand and hurriedly turned around and ran over.
"Comrade Political Commissar, medicine...I brought the medicine!"
Lavrinenko, who looked surprised, no longer looked at Political Commissar Petrov, but instead looked at the young assistant Sasha who ran over to deliver medicine.
Lavrinenko remembered this young man. Although he did not have much direct communication, his impression of this young man was that he always followed the political commissar Petrov, riding in front of and behind the horse. In addition to helping the political commissar comrades deal with work problems, he was also responsible for
Take care of the food and daily life of political commissars who have irregular lifestyles.
If Lavrinenko remembers correctly, this should be an order personally issued by Malashenko. Therefore, the young man in front of him actually plays the role of an orderly for Comrade Political Commissar. It can be said that he is the person closest to Comrade Political Commissar at ordinary times.
one.
Lavrinenko, who had not yet thought about what to ask, noticed at a glance that the young man named Sasha's movements were obviously abnormal.
The right hand that reached out to hand the medicine bottle to Comrade Political Commissar floated in the air, trembling slightly unnaturally. The small white medicine bottle, which was not big at all, was shaking in the palm of his hand like a child's toy. It looked like a little
It looks like it will fall to the ground accidentally.
What was the reason that made this young man panic like this?
After looking at the opponent's right arm, he then glanced at the face that was also not right. Although Lavrinenko remained calm on the surface and said nothing, this was only because Lavrinenko clearly realized that now
I'm afraid asking questions won't help.
If he really wanted to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it and explore the real answer, Lavrinenko felt that it was best for him to discuss this matter with Malashenko, tell Malashenko what he had seen with his own eyes, and see for himself
If your good brothers have any opinions and opinions, it will not be too late to make plans and take concrete actions at that time.
Right now, it's not the time to be busy with these things.
"Kurbalov, let's go! Let's kill those Germans and take action!"
The roar of the tank engine with increased power rang loudly in my ears, and I watched helplessly as the political commissar poured out a handful of pills from the bottle, stuffed them all into his mouth and swallowed them without even spitting.
Sasha was so frightened that she almost cried out of fear.
"Comrade political commissar, please stop eating so much! This is several times more than the amount prescribed by Dr. Karachev. If you continue to eat like this, there will definitely be problems!"
Political Commissar Petrov, who swallowed all the bitter pills in his mouth in one breath, gritted his teeth and walked back to the car on his own without relying on anyone's support.
After getting out of the car door and onto the passenger seat, I rested.
I don’t know how much time passed, but in short it was already the time when Commissar Petrov felt that he could no longer hear the roar of the engine in his ears.
After most of the pain was diluted by the effect of the medicine, he finally felt a little better. Political Commissar Petrov slowly opened his eyes while leaning on the seat, and then he saw at a glance the person who had been waiting patiently beside him.
The young assistant, who was about to cry, still had an anxious and worried expression on his face.
"Heh... I must have scared you, little Sasha."
Seeing that Comrade Political Commissar finally opened his eyes again, Sasha, who was almost crying with joy, suddenly realized that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly wiped away his two tears, trying to return to normal, and at the same time, he spoke to the man who could already speak
The political commissar who spoke quickly spoke.
"Comrade Political Commissar, we can't go on like this! You must receive treatment immediately, and you should immediately notify Comrade Brigade Commander and tell him the truth! He will definitely find a way to get rid of you. Comrade Brigade Commander is omnipotent!"
Indeed, in the eyes of young people like Sasha and many soldiers of similar age who united under the red flag and fought in the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards, their brigade commander comrade Colonel Malashenko was simply
It is an omnipotent existence.
No matter how powerful the enemy is or how critical the situation is, Comrade Brigade Commander can always lead them to overcome all difficulties, defeat the enemy and usher in victory as always.
In the words of the veterans of the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards, they refer to those who have been following Malashenko in the north and south since the establishment of the independent 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion, physically conquering Germany everywhere.
A veteran of many battles.
Wherever the name Malashenko appears, the Red Army troops will reverse the situation, stabilize the battle situation that is about to collapse across the board, and even turn defense into offense, and directly overthrow the arrogant and arrogant German soldiers on the other side with a flat push.
name.
This name expresses hope and victory. It is an honor achieved through hard work with real swords and guns, and without any false flattery.
On the battlefield, such a name is equivalent to "omnipotent" in its literal meaning.
Comrade Brigade Commander can pin down even the most elite fascist fanatics to the ground. Is there anything else that Comrade Brigade Commander can't do?
It may sound ridiculous, but in this era when information is limited and people's thinking and cognition are far less developed than during the information explosion in later generations, Sasha's idea is the ultimate hope of many similarly young warriors with faith and loyalty.
To be honest, it can be said that Sasha itself is the epitome of focus.
But Sasha, whose ideas were a little too naive and unable to truly realize the seriousness of the problem, was destined to face despair from the words of his political commissar this time.
"Comrade Brigade Commander already knows. He discovered it by accident."
"As I told you before, Sasha, don't expect any chance of recovery from my illness. I know very well that there is no cure for such a terminal illness. Even now, I am just lingering.
It's just stalling for time, but I can't face death so calmly. I still have things that must be completed, at least I can't die now."
Sasha, who once again heard the abyss of despair, was so sad that he couldn't say a word. He lowered his head and clutched his sleeves with both hands. Tears could not stop falling from his cheeks.
It dripped and fell to the ground on the feet and around the feet.
The initial roar of the diesel engine's warm-up start-up has disappeared, replaced by the roar of artillery fire and the sounds of gunfire and battle.
Commissar Petrov's expression, staring at the direction of the battle in the distance, became more determined, just like any time in the past, pure without any trace of confusion and filth, and the firmness of his softly murmured words remained the same as before.
"We must not lose this battle, even if I die here...Besides, I don't have much time left."