"I can't wait to get back to the team. This kind of garbage time running around on the road is simply boring. Every minute and every second spent killing those naughties is meaningful."
A column of tanks, like a long steel dragon, marched across the field. Their faces were not complaining, but they were full of boredom. Iushkin was lazily lounging outside the turret, with a cigarette in his mouth, which he smoked out from time to time.
With smoke.
After handing over the treasure to Vatutin, Malashenko did not stay any longer. Even without Vatutin's urging, Malashenko had already kept his mission in mind, understood what he should do, and knew that he was not too far away.
There is still a tough battle waiting for him to fight in the battlefield of the northern protrusion.
Therefore, Malashenko commanded the troops to hit the road again very quickly. They almost ate something casually, refueled and loaded the tanks, and after a short rest, they immediately drove on the road without stopping, heading straight to the north.
There is only less than five kilometers left to the meeting point agreed upon by the political commissar and the others in the telegram. He is about to meet his comrades and the most important people. Although the distance is not too long, Mara is still worried.
Shenke was in a happy mood. The separation on the battlefield was always a state that made people feel somewhat on tenterhooks, fearing that something unexpected might happen.
Malashenko knew this very well and knew how to eliminate this negative factor in his heart and reintegrate the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division into a powerful force and restore it to its original state. This is the most direct solution.
There is no greater feeling of belonging and meaning than when comrades come together and fight together under the same red flag.
"Hey, let me tell you, we have made such great achievements, you have to give me some reward. I can't ask for too much."
Such a sentence suddenly came out. Malashenko, who was also holding a cigarette in his mouth and half of his body outside the turret, became energetic. He glanced at Iushkin with his big eyes and answered.
"What kind of reward do you want? If you want a German girl, I can't get it for you, but I can give you a personal letter of introduction and let you go to the prisoner of war camp to pick one. Maybe you can pick up a German nurse.
Come back and warm your bed after the battle."
It's impossible for a bunch of big men to get together without adding some color.
In the 21st century, there are pictures that can promote people's feelings and communication. Although it is not so convenient these days, it is still okay to make a few colorful jokes.
"Give me a surgery? Then why don't you get one? It seems pretty good to see how two nurses fight on the bed."
"..."
When Comrade Lao Ma heard this, his face instantly darkened, as if his face had stretched out for a long time. Seeing that the situation was not good, Iushkin stopped as soon as he saw it, stopped talking sarcastically, and began to speak with an apologetic smile on his face.
Things got down to business.
"I made an agreement with Kirill. We both want to go home together. It would be a good idea."
"He wants to go back and sweep his mother's grave. Apart from the political commissar, he has no other relatives in his family. A distant cousin with whom he was slightly related also died last year. It's just a thought. Even if he sweeps the grave, he still wants to go home and visit him.
Look, I haven’t been back here for a long time. My mother wrote a letter saying that my father is not in good health recently and keeps talking about my name in his dreams in the middle of the night, so I want to go back."
"..."
Iushkin wanted to take leave to go home to visit relatives, and Malashenko certainly had the power to grant the leave.
In fact, Iushkin has not returned home for a long time. His status as division commander, crew gunner and acting commander is so special that he cannot even take a break with Malashenko when he is on vacation.
Going back, after all, the real captain is no longer on duty, so there must be an acting captain who is responsible for looking after the car and doing daily chores.
Seryosha didn't like to take care of things, and Artem was not very familiar with some of the personnel connections in the logistics and division headquarters, so he had already become familiar with the political commissar comrades or the chief internal officer Karamov.
Ushkin, who can take charge of all kinds of chores inside and outside the train crew when Malashenko is not on duty, is really the kind of person who can't do without him.
In principle, of course, Iushkin can be given a false warning. Malashenko estimated that after the battle in the direction of the northern protrusion is resolved, the friendly forces in other directions should push the Germans almost as far as they can and catch up.
After leaving the land of the Soviet Union and moving the battle line back beyond the national border, it was time to set foot on Polish soil for the next battle.
Calculating, it won't take long. After this battle is over, there will definitely be a long rest period. It will be no problem to give Iushkin a holiday. Kirill's side is also good, since the company commander is not here and there is still a deputy.
The company commander was worried that there was no need to worry about the day-to-day operations of the company. It would be no problem for the former partners, who had a good relationship, to go home together for a vacation.
But when Iushkin said this, mentioning words related to parents and home, it brought back some thoughts in Malashenko's mind that he had not thought of for a long time.
How are my parents in the previous life doing now? I don't know anything about myself in a different world. I don't even know whether the timelines of the two worlds are parallel and overlapping. I can't say that the original world is fixed at the time when I disappeared and passed through.
For a moment? Ha, is it a bit arrogant to think like this that "the whole earth revolves around one person"? Who knows, it's not important anyway.
If you really want to talk about it, I, or this body called Malashenko, in this other world, is an orphan who lost his parents at a young age and grew up eating the food of the villagers. He has no concept of the word "parents" at all.
, and can't even find any memory related to this.
"Hey...Parents, hey, when did this start? Why are you so far away from this simple word?"
With a sigh echoing in his heart, Malashenko himself could not give an answer. He had nothing to say except a long sigh.
Sighing, Iushkin's application still had to be approved. Malashenko, who had already made up his mind, approved the matter while chatting on the turret.
Not long after he finished saying this, the long steel column of tanks finally drove into the army camp. Malashenko could already see them lined up neatly on the grassland. They had not yet performed any tasks and were on standby.
A whole row of IS6 heavy tanks. This magnificent scene is the most powerful symbolic mark of the famous Leader Division.
"Strange, why does everyone's state seem a bit... uh, a bit wrong???"
When Malashenko got back in the car and was about to tune the radio, he asked where the person was before getting out of the car to recruit people. When he heard this, he didn't take it seriously at first. He tuned the radio and returned it to his hand.
The cigarette butt flicked away the ashes, ready to take one last sip to enjoy the pleasure.