As he adjusted the radio, Malashenko found that the high-power command radio he used as the commander was a little difficult to use. The sound of electricity was intermittent and there was noise everywhere. Obviously, it was fine when he was fighting at the train station, and there was no sound.
The problem is, there is something wrong with the adjustment right now, that is, I cannot make calls normally.
Even though Malashenko used the ancestral method of repairing machines: if it doesn't work, just reach out and pat it twice, this broken machine still doesn't work well and doesn't give face as usual.
"Damn it, wasn't it normal before? Why did it suddenly become like this?"
He reached out and patted twice but it still didn't work. He shook his head helplessly and had to give up. Malashenko gave up and didn't plan to continue trying. He turned around and asked Karamov to bring someone over to fix it for him.
Repair it, if it doesn't work, just replace it with a new one.
The tank that kept moving forward at a constant speed slowly stopped, and the signal of arrival at the destination came. Malashenko, who had given up adjusting the broken machine, got out of the turret again, only to find that this kid Iushkin didn't know when to take advantage of him.
I accidentally got off the car and left. I took a quick look at the crowds of people walking around, but there was no one there.
Comrade Lao Ma, who thought that this kid could run faster than a rabbit, just smiled and stopped thinking about it. Anyway, they had already rejoined the team and there was nothing important to do for the time being. There was nothing wrong with letting this kid have fun.
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"Artyom, this guy Iushkin has disappeared, and I don't know where he went."
"Go find Karamov and tell him that I asked him to bring someone here. There is something wrong with the radio in our car. Let him personally see what the problem is and fix it. Remember not to ask his people.
Repair it, tell him that I personally ordered him to be responsible for repairing it for me, otherwise he will be cunning and lazy again."
Iushkin was away, so Malashenko could only ask the honest and honest Artyom, a former shipbuilder, to run errands for him. Artyom, who was about to lend a hand to help Seryosha check the damage of the car, was shocked when he heard this.
He also answered simply.
"I understand, Comrade Commander, I'll help Seryozha tinker with the wheel and then go. It only takes a few minutes."
"Um......"
Malashenko still quite trusts Artyom, an "honest and responsible worker brother" when doing things. The long-term cooperation has made Malashenko regard this new loader as his own son.
, truly treated as a member of the No. 177 crew.
After explaining the important matters, Malashenko immediately started looking for his expected destination, which was the division headquarters.
It was only when Malashenko hadn't gone very far on his journey that he suddenly realized that what he hadn't taken to heart just now, and thought that Iushkin boy was out of his mind or just playing a joke on him, turned out to be true.
of.
The people and comrades who passed by me all looked a little uncomfortable, or they looked different but not normal.
"Hello, Comrade Commander..."
"Welcome back, Comrade Commander..."
"Hello, Comrade Commander..."
The greetings were still the same as usual, but Malashenko found that everyone's expressions were really...well, there seemed to be something strange or strange that couldn't be said.
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What a weird method, it’s really hard to say. But it just makes people feel that something is wrong. Something must have gone wrong. The entire division is your home on the battlefield. If something goes wrong with your family and home, then you
It can definitely be noticed at the first time. Malashenko knows this very well and is convinced that this is the situation he is encountering now.
"Something weird happened. Why are they all like this...Did something happen? It doesn't look like..."
Malashenko, who was muttering in his heart, wanted to find someone to ask, but then he thought that he was two steps ahead and there was the division headquarters. There seemed to be no need to stop in front of the division and arrest someone to ask what was going on.
, maybe people don’t know what’s going on yet, so it’s obviously better to go directly to the political commissar and ask him face to face.
Malashenko, who had made up his mind to do it, immediately stopped thinking about it, shook off the shooting stars, and accelerated his pace even more. In just a few steps, he entered the iconic tent of the division headquarters and walked towards the division headquarters.
The two guards who were saluting with guns at the door returned the salute at any time and then made preparations to lift the curtain and enter.
Unexpectedly, before he could reach out and touch the curtain in front of him, someone would lift it open from the inside out. The man who walked out was actually wearing the uniform of a tank colonel, who was acting as deputy during Malashenko's absence.
Division Commander Lavrinenko.
"...I also said I was going to pick you up when I left, and I'm back so soon? Why didn't you use the radio to notify me first?"
In the past, when Lavrinenko returned home from vacation or from a business trip, Lavrinenko, who had not seen his good friend for a long time, would definitely give him a big bear hug as soon as he saw the familiar figure of Malashenko.
Then he joked and laughed, punched Malashenko in the chest, and muttered nonsense words such as "Natalia has fattened you up again, Suka."
To put it in Lavrinenko's words, this is how a Slavic man's reunion should be, shaking hands with mother-in-law and saying a few cheesy words, exchanging heartfelt words, what's the point? We won't do this behavior that only women can do.
But this time, Lavrinenko did not do this. Malashenko subconsciously felt that something was missing, which was a bit unexpected.
But this matter is a trivial matter, not that important. Malashenko still has bigger doubts in his heart that he plans to express. Since he happened to meet Lavrinenko who was about to go out first, he might as well ask him first.
never mind.
"There was something wrong with the radio in the car and it broke. I tried to contact him but couldn't get through."
"Don't talk about it yet, why do the expressions on everyone's expressions seem a bit...well, something is not right when I come here? What happened?"
"..."
Malashenko just didn't open his mouth to retaliate. As soon as he asked this question, Lavrinenko's expression immediately became uncomfortable.
"...This, uh, this...this is a bit"
Lavrinenko was squeaking and couldn't utter a single word for a long time. Seeing this, Malashenko naturally became even more anxious. Something must have happened with this look. He had to quickly ask what happened.
, could it be that there is something wrong with Comrade Political Commissar’s physical condition?
Just when Malashenko was impatient and planned to continue questioning, Lavrinenko was still holding on to the tent curtain that he had not put down in his hand, that is, inside the division headquarters, but suddenly a leisurely voice came.
A voice that sounded a little hoarse, but equally familiar.
"Malashenko? Don't make it difficult for Lavry. I have something to tell you. Come in first."
This voice sounded extremely familiar, but it also sounded like something was clearly wrong, and something must have happened. It was the political commissar comrade Malashenko had always been worried about.