The brief meeting between the three of them to discuss the battle situation was over, and the combat meeting that was held immediately afterwards and attended by all the military and political commanders above the regiment level who had arrived in the entire division was also over.
When Malashenko, who had been busy with all this, could finally take a break to take a breath, the hour hand on his watch had already pointed to a position close to 10 in the middle of the night, the first time the front army headquarters had predicted that the Germans might launch an attack.
At this point in time, there were only a little over 6 hours left.
"Damn it, it seems I won't be able to sleep tonight again, these stupid fascists..."
Although he cursed a lot, Malashenko, who basically got enough sleep on the train, is actually in good condition at the moment. The young man is also full of energy and in good health. Staying up late when he is almost in full condition has a negative impact on Malashenko.
Shenke is just a trivial matter, and at most it can be solved by smoking an extra pack of cigarettes.
"Lavri has gone to the station. Two of our military trains will arrive at 10:30 and 12:30. Varosha and the first vanguard of their brigade will arrive by car, and Lavri is responsible for meeting them."
"I plan to go to the troops below to check on the situation. Why don't you stay here and keep an eye on it? There must be a commander to take charge. It doesn't work if the three of us are not at the division headquarters."
One chief, one deputy, two military commanders plus a political deputy commander. If the "big three" leading the division are not at the division headquarters, it is really not a problem to keep only Comrade Chief of Staff, especially in the current situation.
When a war is imminent, you cannot act rashly, you must be cautious in everything you do.
"You'd better stay here and I'll go down and take a look. I'm good at military matters. You just need to stay here to coordinate and command. You're better than me at this."
Comrade Political Commissar has been in good health recently, and his condition is relatively stable without any major problems. However, this does not mean that Malashenko will feel that in the middle of the night when the temperature is minus ten to twenty degrees, Comrade Political Commissar should be allowed to go out to blow the cold air.
It's just a no-brainer.
Karachev had already warned Malashenko that Comrade Political Commissar's cancer had metastasized to his lungs, and his lung function is now not as good as before and he rarely smokes cigarettes. If bronchial diseases such as lung cold occur again,
The damage caused to his already riddled body will be magnified exponentially, so be careful as much as possible, and make sure your political commissar comrades keep warm.
It was not until Malashenko's intention was to make such an arrangement that the political commissar who understood this did not argue with Malashenko anymore. He just nodded and agreed, then turned around and took off the clothes hanger at the door.
The general's military coat hanging on his body was handed to Malashenko, who was wearing the regular uniform of a tank corps major general.
"Should I change my clothes first and then put on my coat, or should I just wear this?"
Of course, Malashenko understood the meaning of Comrade Political Commissar's words. The approaching war meant that he could be transformed into the identity of a tank commander at any time. After all, this major general's regular uniform is not as good as the tank soldier's combat uniform that is specially designed for combat.
Yes, even though the combat uniform that was worn out of emotions is already tattered and wrinkled, you can't deny that it fits well no matter how tattered it is.
"I would have forgotten it if you didn't remind me, so I'd better change my clothes first and wait for a moment."
Malashenko took the military coat from the hands of the political commissar and returned from a corner of the division headquarters camp a moment later. He was already wearing a tattered tank soldier combat uniform and a strange attire of a general and military coat.
If outsiders were to see it, it would probably feel awkward and out of place, as if a big-headed tank soldier had picked up a military coat somewhere to keep out the cold.
"If fighting breaks out and you are too late to come back, be more careful and remember to keep in touch at all times. Your guard tank company is ready and on standby at any time. Remember to take them with you if you really need to set off."
Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was like an old father, did not forget to tell Malashenko to pay attention to his safety. In response, Malashenko just picked up his self-defense AK and put it behind his back with a grin.
"Don't worry, those fascists can't kill me. They will never be able to do so."
The huge IS7 heavy tank No. 177 in white winter paint with the slogan "Revenge for Hero Kirill" was parked not far from the entrance of the division headquarters camp, quietly waiting for her crew to drive her to the battlefield.
, but Malashenko, who is only on an inspection tour of the troops, cannot use his precious car for the time being.
"Where are you going to go first without letting anyone sleep in the middle of the night? Tell me, the veteran driver is ready."
As usual, Iushkin was dragged in to be the personal driver of the division commander, but the fact that this boy drove the car in the middle of the night really puzzled Malashenko.
"Why don't you drive a car with a shed? Why don't you drive this thing out in the middle of the night?"
Iushkin did not drive out the GAZ Jeep that was used during the day. Instead, he drove out the "old toy" of his division commander, the American support vehicle that had been received long ago: the Willys convertible Jeep. On this day
It's really exciting to drive this thing out in the freezing cold in the middle of the night.
"I'm terribly sleepy, haha... haha, I'm yawning now, and the cold wind will refresh me. Okay, get in the car, and wait until I'm about to fall asleep. Let's run and let the wind blow.
Let’s talk about it later.”
"..."
Cool breeze to refresh you?
It seems to make sense.
Malashenko, who didn’t say any more nonsense, didn’t have to have a car with a roof. It was just that he was driving this convertible Willys Jeep out in the dark and off-road in the middle of the night. Malashenko felt that this was more or less a bit awkward.
The meaning of "Walker's Happy Car", if I, a dignified time traveler, really ended up with that guy, wouldn't it be a big joke in the world?
"Go to Kurbalov's defense area. I'm going to check on the preparations of the troops. Let's go."
What you think in your mind and what you do in action are two different things. Malashenko, who got into the car of the old driver Iushkin, still trusted his brother's drag racing skills. Several other troop transport trucks and jeeps were responsible for protecting the safety of the division commander.
, then formed a convoy and set off at the same time.
"I still find it unbelievable that the Germans dare to counterattack us? It's their luck that we don't cause trouble for them, so why do they dare to take the initiative to cause trouble for us?"
As Malashenko's "confidant", Iushkin knew to some extent that the Germans were planning to cause trouble. Fortunately, he always kept his mouth shut on key issues. Marla was a little chilled by the cold wind.
Shen Ke just followed casually.
"After you kill the Germans, go up to them and ask them. I will give you permission to go and see if the corpse can still speak."
"Pfft hahaha...Then I have to ask the hair wash guy if he is a bad ass and see if the dead man tells the truth."
As long as we get together, there is always nonsense. Malashenko has become accustomed to this way of getting along with Iushkin. This guy really criticizes a lot of thieves, especially when he is with people he knows.
The Kulbalov brigade defense area is not far from the division headquarters. It took a short drive to reach the destination. Malashenko got off the "Walker Happy Car" and saw a large group of people waiting in line at a glance.
, the figures of busy tank crews in front of the IS6 heavy tank ready to go, it seems that Kulbalov has indeed made full preparations in accordance with the orders of the division headquarters.