Chapter 1226 Big Mouth Iushkin

When he was about to leave the station, Malashenko realized that it was a stupid move not to notify anyone to pick him up in advance. He and his friends, carrying a lot of luggage, stood at the entrance of the train station in the wind. In such a cold weather, could they call a Didi Express?

"Fuck! There is not even a car to pick me up. What kind of a shitty general is this!"

Malashenko, who was only concerned with complaining, didn't care that the reason for this was all his own fault.

But it would be a big deal to carry a lot of bags and walk back in such a cold weather. Anya was shivering with cold. The cold wind was blowing particularly hard today.

"Wait for me in the waiting hall. I'll ask someone to get a car."

He took off his general's coat and covered Anya beside him. The autumn clothes Anya wore when she accompanied him to the hospital obviously couldn't stand this kind of weather. After doing all this, Malashenko strode straight in the direction where he could borrow a car, and he probably went directly to the stationmaster's office.

"Shh, keep your voice down. Doesn't the train conductor have a fiancée? Why do I feel that, uh, you know what I mean, it's been a long time, right?"

Unless he was fighting, Iushkin's mouth rarely stopped, and it was the same now, not to mention that his strong curiosity had been aroused.

"Iushkin, you haven't even been in love. You have to know that it is normal for girls to worship heroes in college, not to mention that the train conductor has not really married yet."

In terms of other things, Kirill may lose to Iushkin.

But when it comes to dating, Kirill, who was quite popular with girls in college because of his sunny and handsome appearance and his beautiful harmonica playing, can really be regarded as a teacher for Iushkin.

"Don't lie to me. I've read a lot of books. I've been to the Tank Academy."

Iushkin didn't believe it, but Kirill looked disdainful.

"Then I ask you, are there any girls in the Tank Academy?"

Iushkin was speechless for a moment, but still didn't give up.

"Yes, of course there are! There must be!"

"Then tell me."

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"Alena, who's getting food in the cafeteria, is the one who already has three children."

Seeing that Iushkin, who had been holding back for a long time, ended up saying something so meaningless, Kirill, who was quite helpless and speechless, could only shake his head.

"Hey, I suggest you have a relationship first, and then I'll teach you more detailed skills, and then you can become my apprentice."

The time for the meaningless and awkward chat passed quickly, and Malashenko came back with the good news that he had gotten a car. It was a small GAZ jeep that belonged to Comrade Stationmaster.

Although it is a bit old, at least he doesn't have to face the cold wind anymore, and can get back to the station that Malashenko has been thinking about day and night faster.

"Go drive, Iushkin, I can't wait to go back, hurry up."

These days, being able to drive can be considered a skill. Malashenko, who often takes Iushkin with him when he goes out, has become accustomed to treating Iushkin as his own driver. Fortunately, Iushkin, who usually only focuses on conquering German sticks with his gun, also likes the feeling of touching the steering wheel.

Men always have no resistance to powerful machines that roar and roar, and sissies don't count.

The GAZ jeep with two people in the front row and three people in the back row is obviously a bit crowded. Malashenko, who habitually sits in the passenger seat, suddenly remembered that he was still with Anya the moment he opened the car door. It seemed inappropriate to put a little girl in the back seat and squeeze with two big men.

Malashenko, who squeezed in the back row with Kirill and Seryosha, fully felt the terrible feeling of his buttocks being torn apart all the way. The off-road conditions and the poor shock absorption system of the car in this era were simply torture. Malashenko even felt that staying in a heavy tank that kept roaring was much more stable than this broken car.

The garrison of the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division was at the origin of the final battle. The village that was beaten to pieces by artillery fire was not only a legendary witness to the unshabby Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, but also a new starting point for the newly formed Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division to continue its legend.

Malashenko, who stumbled and bumped all the way, finally felt the car stop. After raising his hand to blur the window glass that was completely covered by his breath, he saw a busy scene of white snow outside.

"The headquarters of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division. Please show your ID, comrade."

No one knew that the man sitting in the back seat of the car was the division commander who had just returned. The guard who was checking the checkpoint carried Bobosha on his back and looked at the driver's cab with the window rolled down. He didn't look back. It was obvious that he was a little puzzled and curious about the girl in the military coat in the co-pilot seat.

Before Malashenko could interrupt, Iushkin, who was good at making things happen, took the lead and said to the guard with a smile.

"Comrade, are you new here?"

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The young soldier who was about the same age as Kirill was a little puzzled, and felt that everything seemed not so simple.

The tone of the driver in front of him seemed to be teasing him, but he really didn't know how to answer for a while.

Iushkin, who took a sneak peek at the back seat to confirm that the situation was okay, became more excited, and then smiled and spoke to the young soldier outside the window again.

"Call your division commander and tell him that Comrade Iushkin, who can scare the Germans to death, is waiting to see him, quickly."

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Iushkin's big mouth was getting more and more outrageous, and even Anya, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but snicker.

Malashenko, who was speechless about Iushkin's bad taste, reached over the driver's seat, patted Iushkin's shoulder to indicate that it was over, and then pushed open the door and stepped out of the car.

Iushkin was right about at least one thing, the young soldier was indeed new.

He had just been added to expand the newly formed Stalin Guards First Tank Division after the Stalin Guards First Heavy Tank Brigade was severely damaged and almost annihilated.

Although he didn't know Iushkin, since he could come to such a legendary heroic unit, it was impossible for him not to know Malashenko.

The news that the division commander had won the second Soviet Hero Award and was promoted to Major General had long been known to everyone. The little soldier who had always regarded Malashenko in brochures and newspapers as a hero in school and who cut out Malashenko's newspaper portraits with his classmates and pasted them into his notebooks every day and read them every day, was almost shocked and recognized the smiling man in front of him at a glance.

"It's the division commander! The division commander is back! Hurry, hurry up and notify the political commissar and others!"