The expected German attack did not come, and the dark cold night once again fell on this frozen land of ice and snow.
The golden afterglow of the setting sun will continue to rise with vitality tomorrow morning, but for now, we have to survive this long night. Whether Malashenko likes it or not, today, here, tonight, he will
He had to take his own 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division to defend the encirclement point alone.
There probably won't be any friendly forces to assist, but you have to be careful of those Germans who have realized that they are surrounded and run away. This encirclement point that has not yet been completely closed is an ideal direction for a breakout.
Putting himself in his shoes, Malashenko felt that if he were Manstein, he would definitely order the troops to evacuate from here overnight, but only if the man is angry, throws pencils, and goes to Lai, Hebei Province, plus
A blind leader will not order his troops not to take even one step back.
Anyway, this is not the first time he has done this. Malashenko thinks it is entirely possible. If Hitler really gave such an order, it would actually help the Red Army a lot, just like throwing fresh meat into a group of people who are going crazy.
In front of the predators that rush towards you, it seems that you have no intention of taking it away.
Click——
hiss--
call----
"You're back? Tell me what you saw?"
With a cigarette in his hand, Malashenko sat on a broken chair in the division headquarters and smoked. At his feet was a small sling that could not only keep warm, but also heat up something to eat or drink.
furnace.
This was handmade by Karamov using a small oil drum, specially given to the teacher and comrade. It looks ugly but it is really useful. What else is better than getting something hot to eat and lighting it up by the fire on such a cold night?
More pleasant?
Political Commissar Petrov pushed the door into the house and entered with cold wind and snow. Damn it, the weather kept falling early and late. It happened that it suddenly started to snow heavily in the middle of the night. The night when the visibility was already quite low was covered with heavy snow.
With such a covering, it's even more difficult to see.
If the Germans really plan to try to break out before they are completely surrounded, then tonight is their best chance, with excellent objective conditions as a cover, but no one knows whether the Germans really intend to do this.
"Huh...cough cough...It's snowing heavily outside. I went to inspect the position and there was nothing...cough cough cough...cough cough cough..."
Comrade Political Commissar's continuous coughing sounds are comparable to machine guns, and his swaying when walking is the most realistic portrayal of the moment.
Sensing that something was wrong, Malashenko quickly stood up and took a step forward. He reached out to support the political commissar who was about to fall, and blurted out some words of blame.
"I told you to stay at the division headquarters. It's fine for me or Lavrinenko to go. But you have to go and inspect the position by yourself. Your current body cannot bear such a harsh environment."
Comrade Political Commissar's health is getting worse day by day. Anyone who is not blind and who is close to Comrade Political Commissar can see this.
Although he can still insist on staying on the front line, everyone knows that the political commissar is using his tenacious perseverance to hold on.
In Malashenko's private words to Lavrinenko? "If an ordinary person is so old and suffers from such a terrible terminal disease, it would be a miracle if he does not die of pain or commit suicide in pain? "Like a political commissar.
Comrades like this are a miracle among miracles and can never be copied.
"I'm fine. I know how my body is doing. I'm still holding up...cough...cough cough..."
Political Commissar Petrov, who was being helped by Malashenko to move to the chair, couldn't hold on, and a mouthful of bright red spit out instantly accompanied by a loud cough.
"Fuck! You're fucking vomiting blood and you still say you're fine, Lavri! Where did you die, Lavri!? Go quickly, Karachev, call me? Act quickly!"
Malashenko's loud yelling could be heard by the entire division? Some staff officers who were so sleepy that they had already begun to crawl on the table with their hands on their heads were awakened and alerted, and Lavrinenko
He hurriedly ran in with his trousers untied.
"I went to the bathroom? What happened?"
"Didn't you see? If you have time to ask here, why not go and find Karachev quickly?"
"...Understood? Hold on, wait for me here! I'll be right back!"
Lavrinenko, who was holding up his trousers while running, still couldn't figure out that his somewhat worn trousers couldn't be fastened at all. As he ran all the way, the biting cold wind kept getting into his crotch, which made him freeze.
Lavrinenko, who could only endure it for the time being, could not care about such nonsense? He grabbed the arm of Karachev, who was checking the condition of the wounded in the field hospital not far away, and took the first aid kit with him?
Run to the division headquarters.
After an emergency operation and examination by Karachev, the "top doctor of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division"? Petrov's political commissar held a cup of hot water with just the right temperature in his hand and swallowed a handful of pills?
I finally got over this wave for the time being, and sat on the chair and began to gradually regain my composure.
Malashenko's face was as dark as a pot. He did not choose to stay with his comrade political commissar. Instead, he stood up and grabbed Karachev. He came to the next room where it was convenient to talk? With a backhand.
He slammed the door and got straight to the point.
"Tell me the real situation? I can handle it. No matter how bad it is? Tell me the truth."
"..."
Karachev, who did not answer immediately, first pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to organize his words. He finally thought of an answer before Malashenko planned to urge him again.
"The situation is not optimistic. At present, it seems that the cancer cells must have metastasized? Even without the equipment and conditions for examination, it is not difficult to guess from the symptoms that it must be the respiratory system and lungs."
"This means that from now on it will definitely be more than just pain. He will feel pain in breathing and become more and more difficult, accompanied by severe coughing and coughing up blood. Until... until the lung function and respiratory system fail? Then
It means...well, you know what I'm trying to say? Right?"
Malashenko, who had just finished refilling one of his hairs, was so worried that his hair was about to fall out all over the floor. He had to rely on tobacco to relieve his stress.
"Tell me, tell me a time, you should know."
Malashenko was not a medical student, so he relied on professionals like Kalachev for the condition of his political commissar comrades. However, the answers Kalachev could give obviously did not calm Malashenko.
"I can't answer you. I'm sure you won't like to hear it. It's unbelievable that Comrade Political Commissar can survive to this day and still stay on the front line. If this happened to other people his age, he would have died!"