"How are the soldiers resting? The final battle is about to begin. Are you confident in completing the mission?"
Malashenko can predict what the answer will be, but there are some things you have to ask even if you know clearly, even if it is just for simple pre-war mobilization and boosting morale.
"Comrade Commander, I, Alsim, and all the brothers, promise to complete all the tasks assigned by our superiors! Just tell us which Nazi head you want, and I promise to take the head and send it back to you!"
Before Alsim's loud words could finish, the surrounding soldiers who were originally sleeping on the ground stood up one after another, spontaneously assembled, and lined up behind the company commander and on the left and right sides of Malashenko and the political commissar comrades.
Although every soldier's body was covered with stains and mud, and his face was full of exhaustion and sleepiness that had not yet subsided, Malashenko could clearly see that there was something in the eyes of everyone, including Alsim.
Light. It is a firm belief in victory that transcends the fatigue and sleepiness of the body and a deep desire for the next battle.
What is a good soldier? What the hell is an elite? What is the elite team that a commander values most?
This is, right in front of you, Alsim Company.
"As a company commander, please pay attention to the words you use when speaking next time, and take the lead in setting an example. It's "comrades" instead of "brothers." If you don't know better, you might think you are a bandit recruited by the leader."
As we all know, Alsim is an uneducated and rough guy, but being rough can't be used as a universal excuse. It is understandable that the political commissar should remind him at this time because of his own job.
"Yes! Comrade Political Commissar is right, it is "comrades", not "brothers". I will definitely pay attention next time!"
"Brothers and comrades, have you heard this clearly?"
"Listen clearly! Ulla!"
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Seeing that Alsim not only made his own promise, but also took all the remaining soldiers to complete the work, Malashenko, who came out to smooth things over, then reached out and patted Alsim's arm and laughed softly.
"That's right! If you quarrel with me, I can argue with you and reason with you, but you must unconditionally carry out the orders of Comrade Political Commissar. If you dare to compromise, I will punish you by cleaning the toilet! Remember this."
"Yes! Clean the toilet, remember!"
".Hey!"
"I said that I was wrong. I am unconditionally executing the orders of comrade political commissar. Remember!"
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The big boss doesn't know how to make a scene, so it's not surprising that he gets nervous when the critical moment comes. Knowing that this is the case, Malashenko, who can't blame Alsim, naturally has nothing to blame.
After briefly explaining the upcoming combat situation to Alsim and briefly shaking hands with the soldiers one by one, Malashenko's brief trip to inspect the troops came to an end.
"Speaking of which, have you forgotten something?"
"Ah? Forgot something? I don't think so. What did you say it was?"
The two of them walked out of the small building side by side and came to the street. Malashenko was just about to walk towards the car when he suddenly heard such words from the political commissar next to him, which really made him confused.
"Well, it seems that you have really forgotten, so I will tell you directly that it is about Ekakina."
"Karachev came over yesterday to review me and prescribed some medicine. Before he left, he asked me to tell you. He said that Ekakina should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I heard that the war in Berlin is almost over, so
Let me ask you if you have any plans for her."
"This girl has been talking about wanting to see you in recent days and wants to return to the battlefield. Karachev has been using you as an excuse to be busy, but I guess you won't be able to deal with it tomorrow. Have you figured out what to do?
?"
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Malashenko, who had already opened the car door with his hands, was stunned. To be honest, he has been so busy these days that he forgot about the girl.
It would not be good to admit it directly, so I could only improvise on the spot to think of a solution. Malashenko, who had already opened the car door, immediately motioned to the political commissar to get in the car.
"Did I promise at that time that she would be ready to return to the battlefield in time for the final battle?"
"Have you forgotten all about this?"
The political commissar comrades still remembered it and looked a little surprised. Malashenko, who was embarrassed, quickly covered up his embarrassment.
"No, I just want to confirm to prevent misremembering, eh."
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Comrade Comrade Political Commissar did not speak. Malashenko continued to hold his chin and look out the car window. It was not until the car drove out for a while that he suddenly spoke as if he had figured something out.
"Remind me tomorrow morning. I'll go to the hospital to take care of this matter."
Comrade Political Commissar heard that Malashenko had not finished what he said, so he asked additional questions immediately.
"Then what?"
Malashenko's background was accurately determined by the political commissar, and what follows can only be said to be "just as expected."
"Then. Then ask Karamov to take out an IS7 from the maintenance truck and prepare it for me tomorrow morning. In addition, prepare a crew and free up the commander's seat."
"IS7!?"
The surprise in Comrade Political Commissar's words was obvious. He realized that some words might not be convenient for the driver in front of him to hear, so he quietly moved closer to Malashenko, covered his mouth and whispered into Comrade Commander's ear.
said.
"You don't really have a crush on that girl, do you?"
Malashenko looked surprised.
"How could that happen? What are you talking about?"
"Nonsense? IS7 now has no independent combat organization except for your guard company. All of them are command vehicles above the company level. You don't know that, right? Do you plan to promote her to company commander? Or maybe you will transfer her to your side.
Guard? Either way, do you think someone will gossip about Comrade Commander if word gets out."
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Malashenko, who felt miserable in his heart, was helpless and unable to express his pain. After struggling for a while, he could only express his intention to the political commissar with a look of helplessness.
"I want to set a role model for her. Our leader has many male heroes, but don't you think there is always a lack of female heroes to promote publicity? Marshal Zhukov also mentioned this to me before.
Let me draw up a list of female Heroes of the Soviet Union and submit it. If there is not one among the combatants, medical staff will also be accepted."
"I said why I suddenly remembered this, but the other side said that this is what the leader comrades want. The leader's division should be a force that shows that female Soviet heroes can also protect the homeland and the country. This is the need for internal propaganda, so it is political
There is no room for maneuver in the task. Fortunately, it is not too urgent, but I have to keep paying attention until I find that Ekakina is actually very suitable."
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Others may not understand what "political mission" means, but it is impossible for Comrade Political Commissar to understand, or Malashenko will understand what is going on as soon as he says it.
"So it would be more troublesome if the newly minted female Soviet hero died, right?"
"You're right, so I plan to give you an IS7, as well as medals and certificates. Everything has been delivered to me now. Comrade Marshal has urgently approved it, so I thought I might as well give it out with the car tomorrow.
, it just so happens that good things come in pairs.”