Chapter 1359 You Can Absolutely Trust Me

The cold wind and snow outside the car were howling, but the atmosphere inside the car was strange and silent.

Malashenko put his forehead on the steering wheel and said nothing. After hearing what Malashenko had just said, the political commissar beside him didn't know what to say for a while and kept thinking in silence.

"I haven't experienced anything like you, so I'm not qualified to comment on what you've experienced."

"But if I have to say something, at least from a man's perspective, you did a good job, Malashenko. It's a pity that I've been a bachelor all my life. I didn't take care of it when I was young, and I didn't even have any interest when I got old. I can't guide you too much in this regard, you can only rely on your own ideas and judgment to do it."

"In short, believe in yourself, because I believe that you can handle all this with your current ability, you will!"

Guiding a person can certainly lead him to a road far ahead, but if you just guide him blindly, give him fish but don't teach him how to fish, the final result may not be very good.

Once the guidance and help that one is used to relying on is lost, people who have been passively accepting dependence and help for a long time may fall to the bottom in an instant, lose the courage and confidence to move forward, and even lose their way.

The political commissar is very aware of the existence of this situation, and has begun to deliberately prepare and change for this situation.

More and more times, Malashenko needs to make decisions by himself, instead of continuing to seek answers from the political commissar as in the past.

This matter of love between men and women is, after all, just a microcosm, nothing more.

"Forget it, there is no point in talking about these things. It will only get colder in the second half of the night. There is no time to waste. Go and take a look at the new gun, and then leave quickly. I am so tired that I am about to fall asleep on the steering wheel."

Malashenko himself does not want to mention this matter anymore and intends to turn the page and take over. Naturally, the political commissar is not good to say anything more, so he can only forget it.

But judging from Malashenko's current complexion and facial expression, it seems that the situation is not bad. It's just that no matter what kind of problem it is, it takes some time to think carefully and figure out what to do in the future, even for a ruthless person like Malashenko.

The GAZ jeep with its lights on continued to move forward on the snowy night road, shaking. Malashenko, holding the steering wheel tightly in his hands, was forcing himself to be energetic and staring at the front.

The political commissar, who always felt that it was a bit strange to continue chatting, chose to avoid talking about it. He took out two cigarettes and gave one to himself and Malashenko. The remaining journey was not long and arrived at the destination in such an atmosphere.

"We're here. Karamov is waiting for us. Get off."

Malashenko did not turn off the car but chose to push the door and get off directly. In such a ghost weather, considering that he would have to go back later, it would be better to keep the engine running to create some temperature. Otherwise, when he was about to leave, he couldn't start the engine. Malashenko didn't want to encounter such a ghostly emergency.

"Comrade Division Commander, Comrade Political Commissar, good evening! Welcome to the Field Maintenance Regiment and Logistics Equipment Department for inspection!"

Since Malashenko intended to reduce the burden on Comrade Political Commissar and unload most of the burden, Karamov has replaced most of Comrade Political Commissar's original unnecessary work and became the new "Grand Chamberlain" of Stalin's First Guards Tank Division.

Not only do he have to repair tanks and cars, but he also has to take into account logistics and supply issues to get everything done.

It may sound like there are too many tasks and they are very heavy.

But our old comrade Ma is absolutely sure that Karamov is capable of doing all this.

This guy is not only a rare college student in the entire division with a high degree, but also has a good brain, is flexible in doing things and is not rigid.

The most important thing is that Karamov is an old man brought up by Malashenko. To put it bluntly, he is one of his confidants.

Karamov has been fighting from 1941 to 1944. Although he has made some small mistakes in the past, they are not important. The important thing is that Malashenko trusts Karamov very much and believes that he has the ability. For the superior, all this is enough.

"Where are the guns? Where are the things?"

Malashenko, who was anxious, did not beat around the bush and chose to get straight to the point. Karamov naturally knew what the reason was for inviting the two great gods, "Comrade Division Commander" and "Comrade Political Commissar", to come together at the same time, so he simply answered directly without reservation.

"The gun is in the back, Comrade Division Commander. I sent a special group of soldiers to guard it according to your order. No one is strictly prohibited from contacting it without an order. It's just that I took one and fiddled with it for a long time. I really couldn't help it and felt itchy. If I don't play with it properly, I might not even sleep well tonight. I hope this is okay, Comrade Division Commander."

Karamov is a "mechanical madman" similar to Kalashnikov. He is called a madman just because he is too obsessed, not really crazy. It's just a description of his love for machinery.

Since 1941, Karamov has been very fond of collecting all kinds of guns, including those of the Red Army, and of course more of those captured from the Germans after cleaning up the battlefield. After collecting them, the rest is to play, disassemble, maintain, and reassemble. Every gun worth collecting is made like a work of art by Karamov, and it has always been like this.

Malashenko certainly knows that Karamov is obsessed with guns, but this is not a big problem.

It may be a problem for others to touch those guns without his permission, but Karamov is one of his confidants. Malashenko not only allows him to do so, but even wants to ask him how he feels and evaluates the guns, but this will be a later story.

"Who has touched these guns? How many people have seen them?"

Malashenko asked while walking in the snow in the direction of Karamov's finger. Karamov, who was following closely, had roughly guessed what Malashenko meant by this, and answered without thinking.

"When unloading, everything was sealed, and no one knew what was inside. I opened a sealed receipt and found out that it was a batch of new guns. I signed it and resealed it according to the instructions on the receipt, and then handed it over to the second lieutenant who delivered it."

"So the entire transportation process should be very confidential, I guess. After the things were delivered, the process of unsealing one of the boxes was also strictly confidential. I pried open the box by myself after clearing the warehouse tent, and no one else was present. I know what I should do, comrade division commander, you can trust me absolutely."