Kalachev, who dealt with the wounded every day, had enough channels to know how the war was going on the front line.
Even if Kalachev doesn't take the initiative to inquire, the conversations of the wounded and the intentional or unintentional disclosures in active chats can let him know the latest situation on the front line, such as the news he just heard an hour ago.
"I heard from the wounded soldiers who were transferred to our side from the Red October Steel Plant that the German offensive in several blocks was not as fierce as before. It seemed that... uh, how should I put it? Oh, yes, yes
Shortage of troops!"
"Those old soldiers laughed and told me that the Germans would soon fail. The offensive momentum was slowing down at an obvious speed, just like it did in Moscow last year. Failure was waiting for the Germans in the near future.
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"Is that so? Comrade leader."
The situation described by Kalachev, Malashenko knew without guessing, must be true, and this is as it should be.
In this different timeline, his own existence was like a "stick" that seriously disrupted the German offensive deployment.
The battle at Stalingrad No. 1 Railway Station dragged on for a long time. Not only did the German troops deployed in the area fail to complete their scheduled tasks, but they also lost many troops and suffered heavy casualties, including bruises and bruises. Malashenko was almost beaten by Malashenko.
Together with Division Commander Cherchenkov's troops, they were completely driven out of the train station.
Forced by the cruel reality, Paulus had to mobilize all the troops originally planned to be deployed on Mamayev Heights and several other neighborhoods to the train station theater to barely stabilize the front.
However, this approach of demolishing the eastern wall to repair the western wall indirectly led to the loss of Mamayev Ridge, a more important heart-level strategic location.
If only there were two more German garrison troops on Mamayev Hill... no, even just a completely complete infantry division with technical equipment.
Malashenko asked himself that the conspiratorial battle would never go so smoothly. Even if he reached the top of the mountain, the Germans would have to use blood and corpses to block the track, just like being stuck in a swamp.
Still can't make any further progress.
My own tank, which was just over 20 years old, was really not enough in front of a fully organized German infantry division.
There was a fire in the east window and a flood in the west room.
After thinking of the above, Malashenko couldn't help but feel a little gloating that Paulus, Hitler's loyal dog, should be very despondently summing up the list of heavy casualties. The already stretched and insufficient troops were now even more dejected.
You have to use your fingers to do it.
The Soviet army was having a hard time, and the tragic days when Paulus was beaten to pieces were not much better. It must have been quite uncomfortable to feel the pain in his heart.
Thinking of this, Malashenko couldn't help but reveal an imperceptible evil smile.
"If you don't make it easy for me, I'll chop off your stupid dog's paws. Let's see who doesn't make it easy for me! Damn!"
Malashenko, who was about to say something more to Karachev, had no time to speak when the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open again from the outside.
"Doctor Karachev, Comrade Commander, he is awake... Oh! My God, Comrade Commander, you are actually awake. I thought..."
Anya who pushed open the door in a hurry looked a little surprised and panicked. On the contrary, the two old men lying on the bed and sitting on the bed looked "harmless".
Malashenko, who looked into Anya's eyes, could read the heat in the little girl's eyes. This made Malashenko, who felt a little scared, quickly prepare to look aside, but he didn't expect Anya to be there.
Then he spoke again with quite unexpected content.
"Comrade Commander, there is a telegram from you. The soldier refused to pass the telegram to anyone and said that he must deliver it to you personally. It is a telegram taken from Moscow."
Telegram from Moscow?
With greetings appearing on the top of his head, Malashenko looked at Anya with surprised eyes, and found that the little girl's serious expression did not smell like lying at all.
Malashenko, who always felt that something was wrong, took another look at Karachev, who was sitting by the bed, and found that this American guy also had a "it's none of my business" expression on his face, and he thought about it for a moment.
Rashenko then made a decision and spoke out.
"Where is he now? The soldier who sent the telegram."
"Waiting on the first floor. I asked him to wait for a while, because you just finished the operation."
"...."
"Then let him come up. Don't you want to hand it over to me personally? I'm in good condition now, no problem. I'm just waiting for him here."
After Anya agreed and turned around to leave, Malashenko, who still didn't quite understand, looked at Karachev and spoke again.
"At this time, a telegram came from Moscow. Who do you think sent it to me?"
Karachev, who was completely confused by Malashenko's sudden question, made a helpless American humorous shrug.
"I'm just a doctor, comrade leader. I'm good at treating illnesses and saving people, but if you ask this, I really can't answer anything."
"...Can't you just let me praise you? I want to praise you but you don't even give me a chance. You're so stupid."
Looking at Malashenko's speechless expression, as if he had eaten a fly, the only answer Karachev could give was to continue laughing.
"Let's save it for later, comrade leader. Maybe you will have a chance to praise me when I can easily integrate into the culture and life of the motherland in the future."
"Have you learned the nonsense of gay Yang in the United States? Give me a cigarette quickly, I'm almost suffocated, hurry up!"
Karachev, who was chatting and laughing with Malashenko, waved his hand to indicate that he understood, but the movement of his hand that had just touched the cigarette box suddenly stopped unexpectedly.
"Comrade leader, if Anya knew that I was giving you cigarettes in the ward, she would definitely not be able to spare me! This young lady is so powerful, I don't want to learn it myself."
.......
Damn...
Malashenko wanted to explain right away that he and Anya had nothing to do with each other, but he felt guilty as he spoke. It was estimated that the scandal between him and Anya had spread to everyone in the hospital.
Seeing Karachev's half-smiling expression, Malashenko suddenly felt a little inexplicable shame and anger and grabbed the cigarette case from Karachev's hand.
"If she asks again, just say that I snatched it from you. I not only snatched your cigarette but also beat you. If you have any questions, ask her to come to me. Just say that."
Kalachev could read an unusual smell in Malashenko's eyes, and this smell could exactly confirm the various gossip news circulating in the hospital recently.
Just when Kalachev was about to say something more, the door of the ward was quietly pushed open again.