Chapter 1223 Before Departure

Malashenko spent most of his vacation time wandering around in the rear, doing what he had to do and what he should do.

Counting the total time he had been hospitalized for injuries, when Malalashenko realized that it was almost time to return to the front, it was already the end of October, the end of 1943.

The heavy snow in the cold winter once again covered this land that was war-torn and had a long history. Malalashenko, who had long been accustomed to the cold winter in the north, felt that this winter was not too cold, and even a little warm, which was a world of difference compared to the feeling of throwing people into an ice cellar in 1941.

"Kirill, go and wake up Iushkin and the others. We have to leave here today. It's time to return to the front."

After many days of comfortable life, Iushkin and his brothers were extremely comfortable.

In addition to Kirill who still maintains the habit of going to bed early and getting up early every day, Iushkin and Seryosha always take the opportunity to find wine to drink, get drunk and sleep until lunch the next day.

Malashenko did not stop Iushkin. For those who can survive the battlefield by chance, every day after that is worth cherishing, or doing what they want to do.

Nizhny Tagil is extremely far away from the front line. It is the heartland of the Soviet Army's heavy military industry selected by the loving father Comrade Stalin on the map, which is enough to completely avoid the combat radius of the German front-line bombers.

So even if Iushkin and Seryosha are drunk, it doesn't matter. The necessary relaxation and mental stretching will be very helpful for the upcoming battle.

Malashenko himself has also felt the rare tranquility these days. It is also a good thing to walk around and enjoy the winter snow scene with Anya.

All in all, everyone has been living a comfortable life these days, and there are many memorable memories in Nizhny Tagil during this period of time on business trip.

Malashenko, who got up early and packed up, had two last things to do: to find Kalashnikov to confirm the progress of AK for the last time, and to find Kotin to take away the four new IS4 heavy tank prototypes.

"We are doing the final design before prototype production, Comrade General. The first prototype gun will be ready soon, and it will take some time."

With Kotin's promised strong support, Kalashnikov's gun-making business can be said to be unimpeded and progressing very smoothly.

Malashenko came every day to see how the design was progressing, and talked to Kalashnikov about how to proceed with the next design and which part of the design needed to be modified.

Under the effect of the double blessing, the speed of Kalashnikov's entire design formation was greatly accelerated.

By the time Malashenko came to see the design plan for the last time before he left, the cross-sectional composition of an AK47 had basically taken shape on the hand-drawn drawing board. The next thing to do was to process and polish the specific structural parts, assemble and form them, and test the prototype gun.

To be honest, this was faster than Malashenko expected.

Although this was inseparable from the blessing he gave to Kalashnikov, Malashenko, who stared at every detail on the drawing board in front of him, still felt that this was closely related to Kalashnikov's natural talent for tinkering with inventions since he was a child.

If there is also a number one genius in the field of gun making, then there is no doubt that Kalashnikov, who is so young that Kokyo finds it incredible, is such a top genius.

Fortunately, the German anti-tank gun did not kill him with a single shell, otherwise there would be no legend of the gun king that will be passed down through the ages.

"Very good, Kalashnikov. Just continue with the current progress and design plan. You no longer need my guidance. You need to walk and complete the next road by yourself."

"Give yourself more confidence and believe that you can realize your dream and build the most perfect weapon in your ideal! I have never misjudged anyone, and neither will you. I am always full of confidence in you and your work."

The master leads the way, and the practice is up to the individual.

Malashenko only barely remembered the classic Kalashnikov assault rifle and understood some principles, but if you really want Malashenko to make a gun himself, it would be really difficult for him to do it. Malashenko, who specializes in physical conquest of German sticks, does not have this ability.

The final design still needs to be completed by Kalashnikov himself. Malashenko has never planned to covet fame and fortune and seize the design that should belong to Kalashnikov.

Facing the encouragement from Malashenko, who has given him almost unconditional trust since the first meeting,

Kalashnikov didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only nod to Malashenko in front of him with gratitude and solemnity, his eyes flashing with hope for the outside world and strong confidence.

Finally, Malashenko patted Kalashnikov on the shoulder and smiled and left the exclusive office. He turned to the front-line production line of the communist workshop and found Comrade Kotin who was inspecting the production as usual.

"You are leaving today? So suddenly? You can stay for two more days. Did you get a transfer order from the front line?"

Kotin was a little surprised to learn that Malashenko was going to withdraw today, but Malashenko just smiled and answered calmly.

"There is no such thing as sudden when it comes to the great cause of driving the fascist invaders out of the motherland as soon as possible, Comrade Kotin."

"I have to return to the front as soon as possible. My division was almost completely destroyed and formed anew. It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a new unit. Many tasks and the integration training of the troops are being carried out intensively. If I, the division commander, am not here for too long, it may not be a good idea."

Malachenko was seriously injured and sent to the rear for treatment. The preparation and formation of the new unit has always been carried out by Lavrinenko and Political Commissar Petrov.

Speaking of this, the reason why Malachenko wanted to go back quickly was actually related to his great concern for the physical condition of the political commissar.

Malachenko knew that the remaining time of a person cursed by the king of cancer could only be calculated in days, even if all this was irreversible and incurable. Malachenko, who gradually accepted this cruel reality, still hoped that at least when Petrov's last moments came, he would stay by his side to send him off until he left.

So as not to let yourself regret forever because of such irreversible and reversible things.