Chapter 1475 Hans Coffee Is Really Bad

The night was particularly quiet tonight. Malashenko, who had eaten and drunk enough, did not even dare to close his eyes while guarding his division headquarters, let alone go to the camp bed to wrap himself in a blanket and sleep for a while to relieve fatigue.

The incident of letting the German run away in the middle of the night really made Malashenko very upset. Malashenko, who had never made any mistakes before, really did not expect that he would fall into such a mess. He was also annoyed and received a telegram from Vatutin that was not painful and barely saved his face.

This kind of thing once is enough. If it happens again, Malashenko thinks that his old face will really be gone. By then, even if Vatutin doesn't do anything to him, he will probably want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. If this happens again, it will be really embarrassing.

"You've been running around all day, can you stand it if you don't go to sleep at night?"

It's not just Malashenko who's on night duty in the division headquarters, there's also our "old" political commissar.

Comrade Ma, whose eyelids are indeed a little bit twitchy, was refreshed when he heard this, and immediately straightened his back and spoke to the political commissar.

"You should keep this to yourself. Even if I'm not good enough, I'm still a young man and can stand it by staying up late. But you, an old man, have a serious illness and stay up late here. If you can't stand it, go back and rest. If you have any problems, I'll be even more busy.

The words may sound a little unpleasant, but the political commissar who is familiar with Malashenko knows that this guy cares about people in this way. He won't give in to you and care about people like a woman.

"I know my own body. If I can't stand it, I'll go to rest. Maybe you have a tough battle tomorrow, and if you don't go to sleep, you won't be energetic all day tomorrow. "

Malachenko did not say anything immediately after hearing this, he knew that the political commissar was telling the truth.

I am already feeling sleepy and tired right now, and if I hold on until tomorrow, I will probably feel even more uncomfortable, like a walking corpse.

But if I really want to go to sleep, I am worried that something will go wrong again when the traitor has not been found out. Last time I didn't sleep, I made such a big mess. If I sleep this time, who knows what will happen.

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Malachenko finally did not move his butt from the ammunition box. He continued to sit at the table and raised the cup to take a sip, but then his whole expression suddenly became wrong and his facial features were distorted.

"Damn! Hans' coffee is so bad! It's just like horse urine! ”

These days, there aren’t many things that can be used to refresh the mind. Apart from cigarettes, coffee is basically the only thing left.

It just so happened that a bunch of them were seized from the Germans before. Usually, they were piled up at Karamov’s place in charge of logistics, and almost no one was interested in them. Malashenko thought that he could refresh himself, so he went to ask for a few packs. Unexpectedly, the taste of this cup of brewed coffee was even better than Nestle and Jiang Xiaobai. After the first sip, Comrade Ma almost died on the spot.

“You wanted to drink that stuff yourself, who can you blame? If you ask me, isn’t it better to drink boiled water?”

After saying this, the political commissar picked up the cup of water next to him and poured a mouthful of steaming boiled water into his throat. Malashenko, who was holding the nasty Hans coffee in his hand, frowned.

“If it wasn’t for refreshing, who the hell would want to drink this urine-like stuff! ? It’s really asking for trouble. "

After shaking his head, Malashenko continued to drink by pinching his nose. Although the taste was not very good, it did have a good refreshing effect. After a few sips, Malashenko didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that he was much more energetic. In short, since it worked, he would continue to drink.

It was past midnight and nothing happened. Malashenko, who didn't know how many cups of Hans coffee he drank and smoked his third pack of cigarettes today, was still forcing himself to stay energetic.

But what Malashenko didn't know was that at this moment, something about him was happening in the headquarters of the First Ukrainian Front. The two big men of the Red Army were also awake at this moment, sitting at the small square table and discussing things while eating supper.

"I came here with Comrade Stalin's words this time, Comrade Vatutin. Comrade Stalin was very satisfied with the performance of your First Ukrainian Front. The battle of Cherkasy was fought beautifully from beginning to end. This battle is the first large-scale annihilation battle against the enemy since we entered the strategic counter-offensive situation. Now we are fighting so well. Your front army has set a very good example and model for the entire Red Army. This is undoubtedly a good start. "

The person sitting opposite Vatutin is none other than the Red Army God of War, Stalin's fire chief: Marshal Zhukov, who is very popular in the Red Army.

Zhukov, who came to the headquarters of the First Ukrainian Front to inspect, just arrived this evening.

I wanted to ask Vatutin to go downstairs to inspect the troops first, but Vatutin stopped Zhukov with words.

First, it was late and the war was not settled. Going downstairs to inspect the troops in the middle of the night might get lost in the dark and accidentally get into the German sphere of influence. For safety reasons, Vatutin suggested that Zhukov could leave tomorrow.

Secondly, Vatutin still had some things to deal with and couldn't leave. When Zhukov first arrived, Vatutin was busy arranging to send people to persuade the Germans to surrender. If possible, he hoped to end this battle, which was meaningless and had a doomed outcome, in a peaceful way.

This matter was obviously more important than going down to inspect the troops immediately. This was a matter of life and death involving tens of thousands of people, including the lives of countless Red Army soldiers.

Zhukov chose to follow Vatutin's advice and stayed, and attended the meeting presided over by Vatutin later as a representative of the Supreme Command. He made some comments and praises on the recent battles of the First Ukrainian Front, and encouraged all members of the Front Command to make persistent efforts and fight the next final battle.

The rest of the meeting was basically handled and presided over by Vatutin. Zhukov, who had just arrived at the First Front Command, had not yet figured out the situation and understood the details, so he naturally didn't put on a big show of leadership and talk nonsense.

The meeting lasted until after eleven o'clock in the evening. Vatutin and Zhukov, who were hungry, had a meal until then and chatted while eating. The two big men talked about Malashenko.