Comrade Ma certainly did not forget that he rescued Anya from the ruins of Stalingrad.
After all, after experiencing so much together, Malashenko has slowly learned how to accept Anya, a girl whose passionate love is completely different from Natalia, and will never forget the past acquaintance with Anya.
Bit by bit.
However, as for the "colleagues" who were with Anya in Stalingrad, Comrade Ma, who was too noble and forgetful, didn't remember so clearly. He didn't even remember the group of little nurses who were with Anya.
What are their last names, and what do they look like?
What Malashenko never expected at this moment was that the thin and light little girl in his arms actually knew him, had seen him, and was with him since the Stalingrad period.
Anya is also a member of the team of female field nurses.
"... Damn! These fascist bastards! I'm going to skin them later! Even the little nurse was thrown into the concentration camp, fuck the fascists!"
Comrade Lao Ma is very angry, which means that some fascist bastards will surely bear the wrath of this later.
But at the moment, Malashenko, who is still thinking about questions such as "How were you arrested?", "How long have you been arrested?", has other more important things to do, not to punish the law immediately.
Heath, it's not like he's just asking people questions on the spot. It's not the right time at this moment.
Looking at the frail little nurse in her arms who had just confided in her the origin of her identity and the reasons why she knew her, she was shivering with cold. The only thin rags on her body were obviously worn out in such a sub-zero cold wind.
If the already weak body, which has less than the slightest protection against the cold, continues like this, it may not even be able to save its life.
"We'll talk about other things later. I'll let someone take good care of you. Don't worry, Comrade Anna. Come on, put this on first..."
While saying reassuring words, he took off the brand new general's military coat that he was wearing for the first time, and smoothly put it on the little nurse with the wrap and draped on it.
"This is our comrade, one of our own! Get on the stretcher. She is very weak. Someone, come quickly!"
He held the person in his arms without letting go for fear that he would fall in the snow. He turned around and shouted orders to the soldiers who were guarding him.
Since it is an urgent order from the division commander, it must be given top priority and executed efficiently.
Soon, the stretcher team that Malashenko shouted loudly trotted into place, accompanied by a field medical team: a military doctor and two nurses. It was estimated that the messenger with long eyes must have called them here smoothly.
, but this is just right, Malashenko is in need of medical staff now.
"Doctor, she is very weak. What is her specific condition?"
The military doctor called by the orderly was not Karachev.
To be precise, Kalachev, who was personally promoted by Malashenko to the position of director of surgery and head of the Field Hospital of the Leader Division, is now the leader of the Field Hospital of the Leader Division by virtue of his status as a top student who returned from studying in the United States and his high educational background.
The number one busy person.
In addition to performing more important surgical operations, he is also responsible for the daily operation and management of the field hospital as well as the task of teaching and guiding apprentices. Unless there is something particularly important or Malashenko personally calls on you, you want to keep your work schedule
It is really difficult for Karachev, who has a full platoon, to be on call at all times, especially when this kind of battle has just ended and there are new wounded people.
Fortunately, the military doctor who was summoned by the ordering troops was also an out-and-out old doctor. He was about forty years old, wearing a pair of thick round-rimmed glasses, and he had a professional air in his every move. At least.
Malashenko felt that the military doctors of his leadership division were under the control of Karachev and were absolutely trustworthy.
"The lung sounds are a bit messy, and there should be inflammation in the lungs. The heart rate is abnormally accelerated, but it cannot be ruled out that it is because of seeing you. I will take her down for follow-up examinations, but there should not be any major problems. She is very conscious.
, it’s just that he is really weak, that’s the general situation, Comrade Commander.”
The words of the old military doctor made Malashenko reluctantly feel relieved. After all, she was Anya's former colleague, a hero in white who survived the bloodshed of Stalingrad. Malashenko hoped that she could do it both in public and in private.
Surviving safely and without incident, I think Anya would be happy if she knew this news.
"Take her down. I will go see her when I have time. Tell Karachev to take good care of her."
The old military doctor silently nodded to Malashenko to show his understanding, and then led the two nurses and the stretcher team to retreat immediately, leaving only Malashenko standing there watching the retreating back of the group.
After doing all this, Malashenko looked back silently, but saw the groups of female prisoners behind him looking at him with hopeful eyes, no longer so fearful, and he could see his actions.
It really made them feel at ease to a great extent.
"Take them down, find a house that cannot be blown by the wind, make a fire, and settle down first. Find someone to tell Karamov and ask him to allocate some supplies and bring them over for emergency relief. I will come down to find him for the details.
Let’s talk and execute the order first.”
"Yes, let's do it."
The company commander who received the order from Malashenko took the order and left. You relied on me, and I relied on your female prisoners. Under the guidance and leadership of the company commander and soldiers, we are also moving towards a better future.
Rushing to a place where there is sufficient food and water is indeed a step towards hope, just as Malashenko promised.
After finishing all this, Malashenko clapped his hands casually, and the bits of snow falling on the tank soldier's black leather gloves flew into the air. Iushkin, who had witnessed all this with his own eyes, immediately stepped forward and spoke.
"I can't imagine how they survived. I have never seen such thin people. It's as if their dead bodies are still alive."
"The dead body is still alive", this is Iushkin's true description of the situation he saw with his own eyes. In Malashenko's view, this is almost the same situation, and he is indeed telling the truth.
"Compared to the scene you are about to see later, this is much better, even the most "humane" situation, believe me. The other bad things done by the fascist bastards in this damn place are far worse than
The most cruel and ruthless atrocities you can imagine are ten thousand times crueler, and the truth will be far beyond your imagination."
Malashenko, who was talking as he walked, was escorted by the soldiers in charge of personal security. He took Iushkin and quickly walked towards the next destination not far away.