Chapter 2917 Will there be another war in the future?
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2917 Will there be another war in the future?
Lavrinenko was still waiting, sitting in the car and smoking, waiting for Comrade Ma, who had finished his work, to bring back some news that would make people's eyes shine.
"Comrade Deputy Division Commander, why don't you go with Comrade Division Commander? Logically speaking, shouldn't such an occasion be suitable for you to appear? Comrades will be very happy."
"Um?"
Lavrinenko, who was sitting in the back seat, took a look when he heard this. The adjutant sitting in the front passenger seat was looking back with focused eyes.
There was naturally a reason for not getting involved in this matter, and Lavrinenko, who was not too lazy to go, had nothing to hide when asked about the reason. He shook off the ashes of the cigarette in his hand and then spoke quietly.
"Because Comrade Senior Commander has something serious to do, something serious and personal, it was not appropriate for me to get involved in it in the past. It is the best outcome to have only one protagonist."
".Private matter?"
The confused and confused adjutant wanted to ask again, but when he saw Comrade Deputy Division Commander's absent-minded expression, he thought that it might not be a good idea to get to the bottom of things, so he simply gave up and swallowed the words he had spoken.
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It happened that at this moment, Malashenko, who had finished his work, had already rushed back. He opened the car door and squeezed into the seat next to Lavrinenko.
"Is everything done?"
"Well, it's done."
"The little girl didn't give you any perfume on your face?"
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The good friend, who was holding a cigarette in his hand and talking a lot of crooked words, rolled his eyes. Malashenko, who was too lazy to answer such a question, just pretended not to hear.
"Haha, it was just a joke, but you took it seriously."
Lavrinenko, who muttered haha to get rid of the matter and brought the topic back on track, continued to speak with a serious face while giving Malashenko a cigarette.
"What's next? Do you plan to go back to the division headquarters directly, or do you have other plans?"
At this moment, there was not much time left before dawn, and the final offensive operation was about to begin.
The main attacking Volga River siege team and several other coordinated and assisting siege teams are all in place and ready to enter the offensive starting position. It can be said that everything is ready. The only thing left is the east wind, and it depends on Malashenko.
What to plan next.
"You go back to the division headquarters and help the political commissar with overall management. His health is getting worse and worse recently, and I'm worried that something will happen."
"My car is ready, and I will lead the team to personally direct the attack. After so many battles, there is no reason why we should fall short in this last one."
Hearing this, Lavrinenko nodded in response.
"Okay, I know you are going. Leave the division to me. Remember to keep in touch. If you need anything, communicate as soon as possible."
According to Malashenko's request, the moving convoy first arrived at the temporary assembly point directly under the leadership of the division headquarters.
Here are assembled the troops that Malashenko will personally lead - the guard tank company directly under the division headquarters, all equipped with IS7 heavy tanks. It was originally established by the political commissar comrades based on actual combat needs, specifically to protect the safety of the division commander on the battlefield.
Personal security force.
"Okay, let's go back. We'll contact you when I get to my location. That's it for now."
"Well, you should be more careful. Remember to have a good drink after this battle is over. I'll treat you to this meal. We won't stop getting drunk."
Watching Lavrinenko leave with his convoy after the "drinking date", he turned back and faced Malashenko, who was walking towards the assembly point. Before he could take a few steps, he saw that he had already rushed to the hot car and was ready to set off.
And the other members of the No. 177 crew who are now ready are chatting and laughing around the tank, waiting for the arrival of the last crew member.
"Oh, look~ look~ Comrade Commander, I'm sorry to welcome you here. Do you want to give a final mobilization speech or something?"
Iushkin, who has been resting for several days, is still so arrogant. When he opens his mouth, he smiles playfully, and his level can enter the cross talk show of Deyun Society.
Over time, he has become accustomed to Iushkin's "rough-skinned and thick-skinned and unrepentant" person. If he didn't hear this beep, he might not feel comfortable. Malashenko, who felt something was wrong, just smiled, took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on.
, move your fingers and follow the opening.
"For ordinary people, you need a mobilization speech, but for a brat like you, you don't need it."
"When you're ready, get in the car! Let's go! Kill the last wave of Nazis and finish this battle. After waiting for so long, it's time to say goodbye. Send those Nazis to hell forever!"
"Ha, this is what I've been waiting for! My brothers have all heard it, get in the car and start driving!"
Although he was always not serious, at the critical moment when the war was about to begin, he kept beeping and criticizing.
But this may be part of Iushkin's special personality charm. In addition, our buddy really relies on his strength, ability and fighting spirit, so he has really secured his position as "acting commander", at least the driver
When the elder comrade was away, the elder brothers still relatively recognized him.
"Tell me, is this the last time we get into the car and fight? After we kill all these Nazis, will there be another war?"
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He took off the big-brimmed hat on his head and put on the tank hat. Malashenko, who had just been sitting in the commander's seat, was slightly silent when he heard the words. The next answer could be regarded as unthinking.
"There will be, but the enemy will have to be another group of bastards who have been beaten a thousand times, and you still won't show mercy."
"Ha~"
Iushkin, who is usually like a curious baby, rarely asked "why" this time.
Maybe it was to leave some surprises and suspense for myself, but in short, the high morale and joyful expectations were still filled in the words and could be seen with the naked eye.
"That's enough. Refill! I like hearing this! There is nothing more exciting than driving a big baby to kill a lot of pests and run over smoking corpses."
Malashenko, who was ready, led the entire guard tank company to start the hot vehicle and start setting off.
One after another, the IS7 heavy tanks, which were spraying black smoke and roaring, ran over the damaged paved roads covered with bricks and debris on the streets of Berlin, and began to advance in full force toward the final offensive road.
At the same time, on the other side, Alsim Company, which had also entered the starting position, was also making final preparations for the attack and was fully armed.
"There are five minutes left and it will start soon. Don't you want to say something?"
Sulovchenko asked with a half-burned cigarette butt in his mouth. He glanced sideways and then leaned on the observation port next to him. He looked across the ruins from King's Square to the Parliament Building.
Alsim, who had no intention of responding to the company deputy comrade's request, immediately spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and spoke calmly.
"No need. I won't talk about anything else except "Fuck them to death, fuck them to death with great force, and fuck them to death in huge amounts." At my level, if you ask me to give a speech, it would be better to ask me to parade on the street.