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Chapter 1474 Leadership Privilege

Chapter 1474 “Leadership Privileges”

Varosha, who understood the meaning of Comrade Political Commissar's words, nodded, bid farewell to Comrade Political Commissar and Malashenko, and then left. Seeing that no one around him could hear Comrade Petrov, Commissar Petrov lowered his voice.

He leaned close to the tank and asked Malashenko in a low voice.

"This matter is not simple, Malashenko, where did you get so much useful information?"

Malashenko, who knew that Comrade Political Commissar would definitely ask this question, did not panic. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one for himself, and then spoke slowly.

"Actually, it's nothing. Didn't I interrogate several senior German prisoners of war alone before? You were not present at the time. They told me casually, and I was more curious, so I followed up and asked. At that time, I just thought it was

It was a joke, but now that I have actually encountered it, I realize that it is actually true! Ha, who would have thought of it? But the fact is right in front of us, and there is no room for doubt."

With the help of the prisoners of war who were interrogated separately before, Malashenko was able to find a suitable excuse for himself, avoiding further questioning by his political commissar comrades.

After thinking about Malashenko's words, Comrade Political Commissar, who also thought that this was the case, no longer had any doubts. When he turned around and realized that there was nothing important at the moment, he immediately rushed to

Malashenko said.

"Okay, everything that needs to be dealt with and the problems that need to be clarified have been settled. Didn't you just say that you were very hungry? Let's go and have a look at Kulbalov's place. The meal is probably ready."

As soon as he heard this, he remembered that his stomach was still growling with hunger. How could he hold it back? He immediately threw the remaining half of the cigarette butt in his hand and jumped up from a half-crouching position.

Stand up straight and feel confident.

"Damn, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me! I was really starving to death. I just ate dry bread in the car at noon and drank a few sips of water. I quickly went to get something to fill my stomach!"

Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division was either at war or on the way to war. This was the case. Once the war started, they often didn't even have time to bury the pot and make rice. In addition, there were a lot of ingredients, and the material supply was so large that they didn't even have to eat meat every day.

The problem is, the fresh meat that other troops looked at with covetousness, in Stalin’s 1st Guards Tank Division didn’t even have time to cook it and it went rancid.

After learning about this, Malashenko did not dare to neglect, and quickly discussed with the political commissar to suppress the matter.

Other troops eat meat as if it’s the Chinese New Year, but you’re better off here because the meat goes rancid! If word gets out about this, Malashenko is afraid someone will poke his spine and greet his ancestors for more than eighteen generations, even if our buddies have

The reason is that there is a backer behind it, but in the end it is better to do less than to do more, right?

The rancid meat was no longer edible, so they simply fed it to the dogs. Karamov, who was in charge of logistics, had a lot of patrol dogs that he used to patrol at night and scare prisoners of war.

Oh, by the way, talking about prisoners of war.

The somewhat wicked Malashenko even ordered the rancid meat to be boiled in a pot and used it as a snack for the defeated and captured Germans.

Although the rancid meat does not taste very good and has a bad texture, the Germans in the Cherkasy encirclement have been cut off from their logistical supplies long ago. The minimum bread slices they eat every day are like chewing wax.

Want to vomit.

So this was originally a piece of rotten meat for dogs and was served to the Germans. The German prisoners of war actually ate it with great enthusiasm and devoured it. What’s even more outrageous is that after eating, these Germans didn’t even give a fuck.

I have diarrhea. I don’t know if the stomach is made of iron or copper. Anyway, it amazed Malashenko who came to inspect.

"Comrade Commander, you don't know, these fascist lackeys and prisoners are almost grateful to our Red Army! The rotten sour meat made these Germans' mouths full of oil, and some even ate three of them in one meal

Kilograms of cooked, stinky meat! He cleaned up all the broken pot of stewed ingredients, and even thanked us with tears, saying how good the Red Army was! This is much better than throwing it away."

With Karamov sincerely lamenting that he was still in charge of the custody of prisoners of war, Malashenko could only shake his head with a wry smile, and said to himself, "I didn't expect that either."

As Comrade Political Commissar said, today's dinner is fragrant beef stew with potatoes and fresh soft bread. This is also the best reward for the soldiers after a day of fierce fighting.

When Malashenko went to get food with his political commissar comrades, the soldiers had already formed a long queue.

Looking at the endless queue in front of him, Malashenko, who was almost dying of hunger, frowned a little.

"Join the queue? Let the comrade, the division commander, prepare the meal first?"

Comrade Political Commissar suddenly suggested from the side, and Malashenko, who was holding his lunch box in his hand, seemed a little embarrassed.

"This... this is so bad. Our division does not appreciate leadership privileges. Commanders and soldiers cannot play this trick in front of soldiers. Didn't we agree before?"

Gulu——Gulu——

Before Malashenko finished speaking, his unsatisfactory stomach rang again at the right time, which really made our comrade the teacher quite embarrassed.

"You, just keep talking tough! I think you are so hungry that you can hardly hold it anymore."

"Okay, don't set an example in front of me. You have the final say on war matters, and I have the final say on life matters. We have a clear division of labor. This time I make the decision, and I will cook for my comrades first!"

Ever since, Malashenko, who was more honest than his mouth, did not have any objection to Comrade Political Commissar's proposal, and honestly followed Comrade Political Commissar to the front to join a rare queue. He gave himself an extra-large helmet that was almost as big as a helmet.

In the lunch box, I filled a large bowl of beef stew with potatoes and broth, and took three whole brick-sized pieces of fresh bread before leaving.

The tent at the division headquarters has been set up, and finally there is an ammunition box under his buttocks. Malashenko, who is sitting at the table and eating peacefully, is devouring his food, while the political commissar comrade next to him is taking a bite.

Bread, a mouthful of beef and potatoes, chewing slowly, while seeming to be thinking about something.

"You said, we eat so well on the front line, but the people in the rear cannot eat such delicious food. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Upon hearing this, Malashenko couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. His right hand, which was holding a spoon and scooping out a piece of beef, stopped at the lunch box. After thinking for a moment, Malashenko replied with some feeling.

"If you ask me, it's better to be tight on the front line. The country's gate has been kicked down by the invaders. Thousands or even tens of thousands of soldiers died in the battles on the front line every day, and the invaders have not yet completely driven out of the motherland. This way

Under such circumstances, if the rear is tight and the front is tight, then there is no chance of winning if this war continues. The soldiers who defend the motherland are equivalent to being betrayed. Only those stupid capitalists can do this to give birth to a son without an asshole.

come out."

(End of chapter)


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