Chapter 1379 Not Too Good

Anya is a girl who knows how to be content. Malashenko, who is a major general and a division commander, can't stay with her for a long time. A man always has to do what a man should do. Anya knows this very well.

What's more, this outstanding man does not belong to her alone. If you want to pursue love, you must be prepared to share and be lonely. Perhaps it is Anya's contentment and understanding that finally moved Malashenko's heart.

Watching Anya's back with a first aid kit quietly leave, Comrade Lao Ma, who only accompanied Anya for less than five minutes, felt a bit indescribable in his heart. He didn't know how to describe it specifically or what to say. Anya's tolerance, generosity, tranquility and beauty really made Malashenko feel a lot of indebtedness from the bottom of his heart.

"This is a love affair that should not have happened. The original Malashenko was just a dead man who died in 1941."

After stepping on the cigarette butt, Malashenko stood up again and had no time to do anything. A burst of hurried footsteps in the snow followed.

"Comrade Division Commander, there is an urgent telegram from the Front Command! Comrade Political Commissar asked me to hand it over to you in person!"

"Hmm?"

Under normal circumstances, the front command telegram is delivered by Comrade Political Commissar in person and analyzed with Malashenko. This time, someone else suddenly delivered it, which really made Malashenko feel a little bit wrong.

"Where is Comrade Political Commissar now? What is he doing?"

While taking the telegram and reading it quickly, he blurted out the doubts in his heart without thinking. Malashenko felt that something seemed to be wrong.

First, the content of this urgent telegram from the Front Command.

The short telegram did not have too many redundant and complicated descriptions. It mainly told Malashenko the latest enemy movements and the situation in the war zone.

Feedback from Hill 239 and aerial reconnaissance showed that the enemy facing Malashenko had already taken action due to the surprise attack on the flank and rear.

The German army group that continued to attack Hill 239 was shrinking and retreating, and the German army attacking on the other side of Hill 239 was also moving closer to Malashenko's position.

It was initially estimated that the troops that launched the main attack on Hill 239 were the 13th Armored Army of the Wehrmacht, and the SS Viking Division, which was trying to move closer on the other side, was responsible for the secondary attack mission.

Vatutin clearly reminded Malashenko in the telegram that this lateral assault was indeed effective and temporarily relieved Hill 239. But like a cat whose tail was stepped on, the Germans, who jumped three feet high, now turned their guns around and adjusted the main direction of their troops.

The Stalinist 1st Guards Tank Division must prepare for the foreseeable brutal battle. This time, Malashenko will face an entire Wehrmacht armored corps, plus a well-known SS elite armored division.

The front headquarters judged that the enemy's strategic intention might be to quickly eliminate Malashenko and then continue to break through. It was not clear what kind of opponent it was facing, and it might have mistakenly thought that it was just a small group of Soviet harassment and entanglement.

But it was only a matter of time to realize the strength of the Stalinist 1st Guards Tank Division, and more Red Army support troops were approaching here. The Germans who knew this situation would definitely not drag on for a long time. Vatutin believed that the enemy who could not capture Hill 239 would most likely find another direction to break through and would never sit and wait for death.

Therefore, Malashenko not only had to resist the enemy's counterattack, but also curb the enemy's attempt to escape. No matter which direction the Germans wanted to escape from, Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division had to stop and hold them back until more troops arrived to complete the encirclement of the last German heavy armored group, so that the Cherkassy Campaign could be declared a preliminary victory.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Malashenko knew this very well and always required strict requirements on himself and was always prepared.

But with the total strength of his own division plus a brigade, he had to resist, intercept, and leave behind an armored corps and an elite SS armored division?

Malashenko, who was holding the telegram in his hand and frowning, felt that the order was a bit outrageous, but Vatutin did not use an inquiring tone in the telegram, but directly issued the order.

Malashenko, who tried to think from Vatutin's perspective, could probably guess that Comrade Vatutin really had no extra troops to transfer now, and perhaps all the troops that could take on this important task were still on their way. There was probably no way to put such a difficult combat mission on himself. After all, in Vatutin's opinion, he was probably the type who was good at "creating miracles".

The content and specific orders on the telegram were understood, but there was still one thing that bothered Malashenko: Why was such an important telegram not delivered by Comrade Political Commissar himself? Was Comrade Political Commissar busy or for some other reason?

Malashenko's question was conveyed to the communications staff truthfully, but his subsequent hesitant answer surprised Malashenko.

"Comrade Political Commissar, Comrade Political Commissar, he just vomited blood, Comrade Division Commander."

!!!

"What did you say!?"

Malashenko guessed that Comrade Political Commissar might be too busy with something, but he never expected that it would be a sudden situation due to physical reasons. He even threw away the telegram paper in his hand and stepped forward and asked immediately.

"What's going on? Where is Comrade Political Commissar? Is the situation serious?"

"Comrade Political Commissar is resting in the German tent that we just occupied. Doctor Karachev is bringing people to give him emergency treatment. Although he vomited blood, he is conscious and not unconscious. It should not be a big problem, comrade division commander."

Under Malashenko's harsh questioning, the communication staff's reaction was actually quite good. At least he was not frightened to the point of being out of tune on the spot.

Indeed, it was a blessing in disguise that the political commissar did not faint, but the vomiting of blood should not be underestimated and must be paid attention to.

Malashenko, who did not dare to delay at all, immediately turned around and ran quickly towards the German tent pointed by the communication staff.

As soon as he lifted the curtain and walked in, Malashenko saw Karachev wearing a stethoscope on his head to listen to the sound of the political commissar for diagnosis. The pale and yellowish face of the political commissar was obviously not in a good condition.

Realizing Malashenko's arrival, Karamov, who had basically completed the final diagnosis, took off his stethoscope, and after giving a few words of advice to the political commissar, he walked towards Malashenko.