The political commissar holding a phone in his hand was talking to the person on the other end of the phone. Malashenko, who was sitting at the table opposite the political commissar, was just waiting quietly without saying a word.
"Has a batch of new equipment arrived? Okay, I understand. Well, yes, first notify the station to arrange a skylight for us. The unloading and loading team will be here soon, and I will arrange the manpower to set off. Yes, it is expected to be within half an hour.
When we arrive, let’s do this first, okay.”
Obviously, the call came from the liaison officer of the Leading Division staying at the station, and the news it brought was that a batch of new equipment had arrived via railway, and now the Leading Division needed to send someone to unload the truck and pick it up.
The comrade political commissar who was entrusted by Malashenko to be responsible for this matter certainly fulfilled his duties. In just a few words, he told the liaison officer on the other end of the phone what to do first, and prepared the preparations for unloading the truck and loading it, and then immediately put it down.
With the phone in his hand, he stood up from his chair, faced Malashenko and spoke immediately.
"A batch of new equipment has arrived at the station. I don't know what it is yet. I only received news in advance that it was a batch of heavy equipment. Do you want to go to the site? Or should I handle it on your behalf?"
The matter of receiving new equipment is actually quite important, not only for the troops receiving it, but also for the vehicle handover personnel and station staff responsible for handing over the equipment.
For such a large-scale reception of heavy equipment, the division organization of the leading division will have to send a division-level leading cadre to sign the list. If you just send a bunch of big soldiers there, will the handover personnel escorted by the vehicle be allowed?
You have to make two excuses for taking away the equipment. Who knows if you are here to pretend to receive the equipment? How can you prove that the leader has indeed received this batch of equipment?
Therefore, the documents and written orders must be verified and confirmed to be correct and signed before the new equipment can be received. This is a necessary process.
After hearing what Comrade Political Commissar said, Malashenko, who had personally led people to pick up clothes many times in the past, nodded, then stood up from his chair, raised his hand to signal Comrade Political Commissar that he could sit down and rest, and spoke at the same time.
"You stay at the division headquarters, and I'll take people there. If you leave me here to change these documents, it will cost me my life. It's better for you to handle it. We can each do what we are good at, and neither of us will be tired."
Lavrinenko has long complained that in terms of "writing homework" ability, he is better than Malashenko, who always has a headache when seeing homework. In fact, this complaint is indeed correct, Marashenko
I really would rather go out and run for two miles with a heavy load than sit here and do my homework. When I picked up the pen and saw the mountains of documents, I felt dizzy.
Seeing that Malashenko's character of being a hands-off shopkeeper was still the same, the political commissar who knew that the teacher and comrade were not good at doing this just smiled, and then agreed without saying much and told Malashenko to go and come back quickly, as there was another one in the afternoon.
The planned division meeting will be chaired by him.
When Malashenko left the division headquarters and found his "driver", the old boy Iushkin was sleeping on the grass next to the tank, with a gun from who knows where he put it on the top of his head.
Wearing a Wehrmacht officer's hat and using it as a parasol to block the sun's rays, with one's legs crossed and basking in the sun, was really fun. It was time to sunbathe on the battlefield.
"Give me your legs. Be careful of the cannonball hitting your legs. If you are disabled, don't come to me."
After getting along for a long time, Artyom and Iushkin have become a pair of close buddies. Iushkin is a "black-bellied" man who is always criticizing and a bit cunning, and Artyom, who always likes to take advantage of Artyom, who is honest and honest.
Joem was having fun.
Although Artyom, the stupidest one, can never defeat Iushkin, he can always get the situation back at other times and on certain occasions. In short, Iushkin cannot be allowed to take advantage of him, such as now.
"Hey! Can't you remind me in a civilized manner? Why did you kick my ass? It hurts..."
Artyom, who was carrying a 130mm projectile and was replenishing ammunition in the car, kicked him in the butt. Iushkin, who sat up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, started yelling and irritating
Artyom, who had just handed the huge and heavy projectile in his hand to Sergei, the deputy loader on the turret, turned around and taunted.
"Civilized? Then next time I hit your leg with a cannonball to remind you, this is civilized enough. The best thing to hit is the middle leg."
"...What kind of hatred or grudges are there? I just wanted to take a nap. As for treating me like this?"
"Shut up, Sukka who doesn't help with the work and still sleeps lazily, hahaha..."
Iushkin, who had been beaten on the spot, was no longer sleepy. Artyom, who was laughing loudly, continued to walk to the ammunition pile to prepare to carry the next shell. It was at this time that Malashenko came to his treasure seat.
Standing next to the car, he opened his mouth and made a sound.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, come with me and drive me to the train station. Oh, and Seryozha, please come too. I think there will be a shortage of people to drive later, so let's go."
"I know...hehehe, be gentle, don't pull my collar, strangle my neck, I can't breathe..."
The rude Malashenko grabbed Iushkin's collar and lifted it up. Not far away, Seryosha, who was holding a crowbar and tinkering with the road wheels, immediately put it down as soon as he heard the command from the commander comrade.
He picked up the work in hand and followed, following in the footsteps of Malashenko and Iushkin who were forcibly pulled up to work.
"What's going on? Didn't you just drive back? Why are you driving out again?"
Iushkin, who had just laid down and rested for less than ten minutes, didn't know why, so he asked questions. Malashenko, who forced the young man to serve him, also answered all his questions.
"A batch of new equipment has arrived at the station, heavy equipment. They are all big things and they are new toys."
"If you don't want to go, then I'll let Seryosha drive. He's a professional driver. You can go back and continue to sleep, or let Artyom hit your third leg with a cannonball. How about that?"
"..."
When Iushkin heard this, he immediately stopped trying. In fact, his face turned faster than flipping through a book, and he suddenly looked excited.
Sleeping is certainly a beautiful thing, but no matter how beautiful it is, it cannot be more beautiful than a "new wife".
No tank soldier can resist the ultimate charm of the new equipment. Even if the new car is not driven by himself, it is very good to have experienced it in the past. Iushkin, who was a little reluctant just now, immediately changed his mind to a pippippip.
Dian.
"I'm going, I'm going. Isn't it okay if I go? You'd be a fool not to do such a good thing. I'm going to start the train right now."
Because of the foresight of Comrade Political Commissar, the division headquarters was set up very close to the station to facilitate the reception of additional equipment, supplies and personnel.
So he gathered the team and led the team in person. It only took a short while for Malashenko to arrive at the station. He quickly led people onto the platform and saw that the train that had just entered the station was full of people belonging to the station.
Brand new equipment for your own leader.
Every new wife parked on a flatbed truck looks like a young lady on a bridal night, wearing a camouflage cloth as if she were covering her head, but her true appearance is invisible.
But even so, the outline shape of the equipment under the camouflage cloth still made Iushkin and his wife stare like cow eggs. I am afraid that they have never seen any kind of heavy equipment with such a shape in their previous lives. It is simply unprecedented.
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"Are you sure this is heavy equipment? It looks more like a large milk truck to me."