"The German guy's house is quite nice. I can finally have a good sleep tonight. I have to go to bed early later. I haven't slept in a proper house for a while."
Iushkin, who came to the division headquarters for a "visit", was staying with Malashenko, and with him was Artyom, who was also pulled by Iushkin for a walk.
The new partners of Iushkin and Artyom are getting closer and closer day by day, and they can also find a sense of mutual recognition in combat coordination. This is crucial to the effectiveness of combat in battle. Being familiar with each other is very important.
It is a prerequisite for better fighting. As a commander, Malashenko is of course happy to see this happen.
"Are you still full after dinner? I still have it here. I can have someone heat it up for you. Only when you are full can you sleep soundly."
Sitting next to the fireplace with Iushkin and Artyom, Malashenko, who was chatting and drinking hot tea, asked Iushkin if he had had enough for dinner.
You must know that this guy is a standard pot-bellied man. Although he has a slim figure, he doesn’t have any extra fat on his body. But if he doesn’t fill up two lunch boxes for you after one meal, then I’m afraid it’s not the right thing to do today.
It’s easy to deal with, but it must be the kind that doesn’t have enough to eat.
Malashenko, who knew Iushkin's appetite well, just asked casually, not that he really thought Iushkin didn't have enough to eat at night. The leader's food supply always kept you full.
No problem, there is no shortage of staple food or non-staple food, and meat is available every day.
But I really didn't expect that Iushkin, who had eaten so much at night, would actually want to eat more just before going to bed.
"I'm really hungry. What can I eat?"
"...Hey, if I didn't ask you, would you really not be hungry anymore?"
Malashenko, who was suddenly amused, did not mean that he could not meet Iushkin's request, but he did not let the cooking team set up a small stove for Iushkin in the middle of the night.
It's already around this time, and even the cooking team has finished washing the dishes and washing pots, putting away the stalls and turning off the flames to get ready for rest. After all, the cooks have to get up very early the next morning to catch up with the big troops to get up and cook the food before they set off.
The breakfast was prepared. In line with the principle of going to bed early and getting up early, it was appropriate to go to bed early at night. Malashenko did not want to disturb them.
There were other ways to fill Iushkin's stomach. Although Malashenko didn't really want to trouble anyone, especially a stranger he had just met after arriving in a new place, this was the only way he could do it at this point.
"Go and call the owner of this house. Tell him that I have something to ask for. Please be more relaxed. It's getting late. There's no reason to be arrogant by requisitioning someone's house and disturbing their rest."
"Yes, I'll do it right away, Comrade Commander."
It is true that some things can be done by just giving an order and letting the people below do it, and be the boss, but Malashenko happens to have nothing to do at the moment, so it doesn't hurt to arrange it himself. After all, it is relatively more secure to do things by himself.
After a while, the security squad leader sent out by Malashenko brought over a middle-aged woman who still had charm. It seemed that she must be the head of the family.
This woman is about forty years old, and the passage of time has inevitably left traces of the vicissitudes of time on her face, but this does not prevent her from still being a relatively attractive face, or in other words, relatively beautiful.
Temperament. This is not something that will disappear completely after reaching a certain age. It will only change due to the changes of the years.
The house that was temporarily requisitioned by the leading division as the division headquarters belonged to her family. To talk about some specific circumstances, I heard that the male owner of the house just fell ill and passed away not long ago. He was a relatively powerful businessman in the town.
, so our family can have this kind of three-story house with a single courtyard, which is very stylish in a small town.
The businessman's connections and financial resources were pretty good during his lifetime, and it was rare to be able to keep his wealth in these troubled times and war years. After his death, these things were naturally left to several of his closest family members: his wife and two daughters.
When he first arrived here, Malashenko was a little surprised and surprised that this magnificent small building and single courtyard was actually owned by a woman. This seemed a bit unbelievable during the war years.
However, after hearing the whole story from the mayor who "actively cooperated", Malashenko did not ask any more questions or make any excessive demands.
He just told the mayor that the courtyard and the small building would be temporarily requisitioned for one night. At dawn tomorrow, the Red Army would set off and leave. By then, the courtyard would remain the same as before.
The Red Army will not kill people or set fires, and they will not impose any demands on others. I hope the mayor can talk to the hostess of this house and handle the requisition matter. After all, he is the local chief executive.
We have good connections, and now we are cooperating with the Red Army. It will be easier to do things with the support of the Red Army behind us. That's what it means.
The mayor, who was timid but not stupid, was also eager to prove his worth to Malashenko, so he took over the matter without saying a word, saying that he would take care of it and would take care of it.
The entire leadership division moved in as a matter of course and prepared to spend the night temporarily. The mayor later reported that the hostess of the family was very willing to cooperate and offered to take her daughters to the old house in the corner of the yard.
They had to deal with it for one night so that the entire small building could be given over to the Red Army.
Malashenko knew that this might be the result of what the mayor said to the hostess and used his connections to do things. Maybe the hostess’s intention was not like this. But at least judging from this result, Malashenko
Rashenko felt that he had to thank him a little.
If you really want to live in someone else's house for nothing and don't pay for hotel expenses, and you are so confident and arrogant, that's a bit too much, isn't it? Comrade Ma has always been reasonable. If you respect me even a foot, I will respect you.
You are one foot long, and everyone can give each other face and have fun until the end.
However, Malashenko, who had a lot of things to do at hand, quickly forgot about this matter. He said that he wanted to thank the hostess of the house, but in the end, he didn't think of it at all. It was only now that he was serious about it.
I met him in person for the first time.
"Hello madam, I am the top commander of the Red Army troops stationed in the town. You can call me Malashenko. First of all, thank you for your willingness to provide your house to support the Red Army. Furthermore, it is so late and should not disturb your rest.
, but I want to ask you for help with something now. Is it convenient? Please don’t be formal and just say whatever you want, but it doesn’t matter.”