After chatting for such a long time, Commander Cherchenkov suddenly remembered that Malashenko came to see him on this trip. It seemed that he had said it was for personal matters.
But until now, Commander Cherchenkov has not heard Malashenko talk about this matter, which is very strange.
"By the way, Malashenko, you just said that you came here this time because you have personal matters to deal with. What kind of private matters? Tell me."
If Commander Cherchenkov hadn't brought it up on his own initiative, even Malashenko himself, who was so carried away with the conversation, would have almost forgotten the real purpose of this trip.
He raised his hands and rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch. He realized that he had spent almost half an hour bragging. Realizing that it would be too late if he didn't ask about the flight time, Malashenko immediately raised his head and faced some doubts in front of him.
Commander Cherchenkov asked.
"Comrade Commander, I came here on leave to go home and rest. My political commissar told me that there will be a direct flight to Moscow at noon, and I can take this flight back. He said that he had already
I have made arrangements and contacted the friendly garrison at the airport, do you know about this?"
When Malashenko asked, Commander Cherchenkov himself looked a little confused, because Commander Cherchenkov had never heard of any news that Malashenko was going to fly today.
"Don't worry. As far as I know, there are no planes that can fly to Moscow this morning. There is still plenty of time. I will ask the chief of staff. He should know something that I don't know."
Commander Cherchenkov, who stabilized Malashenko first, immediately stood up and took long strides. He came to the chief of staff who was sorting out today's morning telegram not far away. After chatting for a while, he finally
Returned after receiving the confirmation message.
"It's confirmed, Malashenko. The plane has transferred from other places and is not parked at the airport yet. Judging from the timetable, the plane should land at the airport at twelve o'clock. But is it accurate?
It’s hard to say whether it’s on time, after all, it’s winter, you know what I mean.”
Commander Cherchenkov is right. Flight delays in winter can be said to be normal. What's more, it's still winter in the Soviet Union. Even military aircraft have to follow the temper of nature. In the 20s of later generations,
This was still the case in the first century.
Watching the hour hand on his watch reach the number 11, Malashenko, who estimated that he still had a lot of time, nodded, lit a cigarette for himself, and was about to continue with his old comrades.
They were chatting about something when a hurried figure suddenly walked up to Commander Cherchenkov and covered his mouth, whispering in a low voice.
"Huh? Is there such a thing?"
"Yes, Comrade Division Commander, the sentry didn't know what to do, so he called the division headquarters to ask for instructions. What do you think we should do?"
Commander Cherchenkov, who was informed of the news, did not give a direct answer, but further focused his eyes on Malashenko.
"Good brother, have you made an appointment to see someone off today?"
"Send off?"
Malashenko was confused when he was asked. He didn't realize for a moment who would chase him all the way to the airport to see him off. After all, there were only a few people from the brigade headquarters who knew that he was leaving by plane today, but
I have already said goodbye to them, so it stands to reason that no one should come to see me off at this time.
Seeing the thoughtful look on Malashenko's face, Commander Cherchenkov, who was probably close to the matter, continued to speak.
"The person who came specially to see you off is a young and beautiful girl. She said her name is Anya. You must recognize her. She is also wearing a nurse's clothes. Is this true?"
As soon as Commander Cherchenkov asked the question, he immediately felt that he was actually asking a redundant question, because the surprised expression on Malashenko's face already showed that all this was true.
"So...do you want to see her?"
Commander Cherchenkov fully respected Malashenko's wishes, but at the moment it was Malashenko himself who looked dull.
This little girl's perseverance is really tenacious! I have deliberately avoided looking for her during this period, so how can I still have such a clear grasp of my movements and information? Could it be that she is peeping at me every day from a place where I can't see? Or is there someone around me?
Which big-mouthed guy was quietly developed into an insider by Anya, and has been secretly delivering information to the second and fifth gang?
Regardless of that possibility, it is no longer that important to Malashenko at the moment. Just because Anya, the little girl, has already come to his door. Thinking about these unnecessary things at this time is tantamount to hindsight.
Knowing that escape was not an option, Malashenko thought for a moment, then raised his head and responded with firm words, speaking to Commander Cherchenkov who was waiting for the answer in front of him.
"No need, Comrade Commander, I will pick her up personally and set off immediately."
Commander Cherchenkov has always heard that Malashenko has a beautiful fiancée in his hometown waiting for him to return.
But this is actually the first time Commander Cherchenkov has heard about hooking up with a nurse in a field hospital. After all, only the insiders of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade have heard about this matter for a long time.
.Everyone tacitly did not talk about Comrade Brigade Commander's interesting stories to the outside world. At most, they only communicated privately among themselves to satisfy their curiosity.
Looking at Malashenko's hurried departure, Commander Cherchenkov stood up and stretched his neck, watching Malashenko disappear from sight, and shook his head with a smile.
"It's great to be young! Why didn't I seize the time to talk to more girls back then?"
Commander Cherchenkov murmured in admiration, and happened to be overheard by Comrade Chief of Staff who came to sign with the document in his hand, and he immediately blurted out the slightly sarcastic words with a smile.
"Be careful if Irina hears this, Comrade Commander, I can guarantee that your end will not be too good!"
!?
Commander Cherchenkov, who was so frightened that he turned around suddenly, stared at his chief of staff with wide eyes. After seeing that no one else was around to hear him, he quickly lowered his voice and reminded him.
"Tell your voice lower! If my family member finds out, I won't be able to beat her! You can help me, right?"
It is said that Russian girls have a short shelf life, and Mr. Cherchenkov knows this very well.
My wife, who was as beautiful as a flower when she was young, got married. After giving birth to a child, she became taller and thicker within a few years. Her arms were stronger than hers even though she exercised regularly. As for her thighs, they were even taller and almost as small as average.
The girl's waist is almost thick.
Commander Cherchenkov, who originally doted on his wife, now became known throughout the division as being henpecked.
Perhaps because of taking care of the children, Irina had a bad temper. She even beat her husband and chased him with freshly chopped firewood!
The chief of staff, who was visiting the division commander's home and happened to see this scene, was standing in the yard and was stunned!
In that scene where the division commander was being chased like crazy, how could he still be the majestic commander of the first division in normal times?
Some people believe it when they say that after doing bad things outside, they are chased by their mother and scolded when they come home! Not a single lie.