Comrade Deputy Division Commander rarely mentioned his family affairs to the comrades around him. Most of the time, he would not talk about it unless others asked.
So when Lavrinenko took the initiative to talk about his family affairs, everyone present, including Alsim, was actually quite surprised.
"Since the time of the Tsars, my ancestors have been cavalrymen. For generations, they have been riding on horseback to fight everywhere."
"We have fought victorious battles, defeated battles, and fought battles of understanding and ignorance. Although my generation is still a cavalryman, it is no longer on horseback, so this thing passed down from our ancestors has been passed down to me.
I have never used it since I got it, but I always carry it with me."
"I always thought that one day it might come in handy. Even if I don't use it in battle to kill enemies, it might have some other uses that I can't explain myself. Now that I think about it, if it really comes in handy,
Then it’s probably time like now.”
While speaking, he untied the long object wrapped in cloth in his hand, and only then did he finally reveal it completely in front of everyone.
It was a long sword, a cavalry saber with a scabbard.
The specific forging time cannot be verified, not even Lavrinenko himself can tell.
However, judging from the unusual signs of use on its scabbard and handle, this is not a luxurious and wealthy saber, but it is still a well-made saber. It has probably experienced countless times by this day.
An unclear battle.
bass--
Lavrinenko, who had not touched this "ancestral sword" for a long time, pulled it out instantly. The shiny silver curved blade shone with an eye-catching brilliance under the moonlight.
Even though it has been through the battle so far, the blade is still smooth and smooth without any signs of chipping. It can be seen that great care has been taken in maintaining and repairing it.
"The year I graduated from tank school, my father gave this thing to me, saying that I was finally a man and could take over the sword and go to the battlefield."
"But he, uh, he doesn't know what a "tank" is. All he knows is "riding a horse and riding a knife to conquer the world, with wine and women on the horseback." I didn't explain that much to him.
It’s all over anyway.”
After inspecting the "ancestral sword", Lavrinenko put it back into its scabbard, weighed it in his hand for a moment before handing it to Alsim, and then spoke again.
"Compared to me sitting in a tank all day long, or in the office, wiping the butt of our division commander and signing autographs, I think you should be more suitable to hold it, Alsim."
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Looking at the "ancestral sword" in front of him, Alsim didn't know what to say for a moment.
On the one hand, it was because Comrade Deputy Division Commander obviously hadn't finished speaking, and on the other hand, the gift seemed a bit too expensive, and Alsim didn't know whether he should accept it or not.
"Take it, it will be yours from now on. Malashenko will give you a flag, but I can only give you this knife."
"Whether you want to use it to fight or not is your business. How to use it and dispose of it is up to you."
"But if conditions permit, do me a favor and take it to the top of the Capitol to witness the moment of planting the flag. In this case, I wonder if we can have more honorary exhibits in the Hall of Honor for the leadership in the future.
People pay homage, huh?"
Receiving two "gifts" at once was an unprecedented first time for the "sincere" Alsim, and it was also full of surprises.
Looking at the sword handed to him by Comrade Deputy Division Commander, Alsim took a deep breath and made his decision. He then raised his right hand to take it and hold it tightly.
"Promise to complete the mission, I will take it to the top of the Capitol Building, Comrade Deputy Division Commander."
"Well, I believe you can do it, but I'll leave it to you."
After completing all the important matters for this trip, Malashenko raised his hand to look at his watch and found that it was already getting late. He immediately set off on the return journey and ordered the convoy to return to the division headquarters along the same route to prepare for an early rest. After all, it would be early tomorrow morning.
I have to get up early and have work to do.
"Oops~ I'm thinking I might not be able to sleep tonight. It's a sleepless night, man. I can't believe we're going to win right now. Right now."
Malashenko rolled down the car window and looked at the night view outside the window with a cigarette in his mouth. Listening to Lavrinenko sitting next to him, he sighed. He was indeed excited and complicated in his heart, but also a little uncomfortable.
So the same idea.
"I'm afraid I'm not very good at it. I have to go to bed quickly no matter what. I have to get up early tomorrow morning to do some extra things."
"Hmm? Something extra? What is it?"
Malashenko flicked his cigarette ashes out of the rolled-down car window, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Lavrinenko, only smiled slightly.
"It's been agreed long ago to give someone a car, and you can't break your promise when it comes to this one."
a man of his words.
Of course, Malashenko has not forgotten the promise he made. He has not forgotten how a man born between heaven and earth can live in depression for a long time. Oh no, no, a man born between heaven and earth must keep his word, not to mention that he is still dignified.
Generals and division commanders must abide by their agreements when dealing with their subordinates.
To be honest, when things have come to this point, Malashenko is not willing to have too many interactions with more beautiful girls, especially the little girls who are obviously very fond of him.
Comrade Senior Commander is tired enough from being busy fighting all day long. Where can he find the energy to talk about love and engage in some kind of stallion love affair?
However, sometimes it is not people who rush things, but things that rush people. On certain special occasions, what you have to say and what you have to do are just the things that have brought things to this point. What you do is not up to you. That is
It has been doomed in the cycle of cause and effect.
"Hey, old horse, old horse, you can't fall into the third gentle village again. This is a sin."
Looking at the tall and energetic figure in the mirror in front of him, wearing the regular uniform of a tank corps major general, I must say that I have picked up a good pair of Malashenko for nothing by accident. I can't help but sigh.
I forgot to give a "verbal reminder" to the man in the mirror, reminding the slutty guy in the mirror not to make the same lifestyle mistakes again.
But do reminders really work?
To be honest, I'm afraid only God knows. Anyway, he and Ma himself have no 100% guarantee.
Before the appointed time, I arrived at the "connection" location and waited. This was the delivery site for the new batch of new supplementary equipment received last night.
Because the time was limited and the war was about to begin, everything was kept simple. There were no grand ceremony decorations at the scene. It was just a matter of arranging the cars and the loading personnel. They waited for the division commander to come over and say a few words before announcing the loading.
After that, we will decide whether to go to the battlefield immediately according to the needs of the battlefield.