Chapter 1598 "Battery Charge Exceeds the Limit"

"Ah, comrade political commissar, when will the commander come back? Today is the fifteenth day, and I have been marking it on the calendar.

Commissar Petrov, who was reviewing documents at his desk, glanced at Iushkin, who was sitting opposite him with his legs crossed, without raising his head, and quickly blurted out mechanical words without any emotion.

"You know? I have been counting too. Since the division commander left, you have asked me this question for the 67th time in fifteen days, an average of more than four times a day. You should know this, right? "

As soon as Malashenko left, Iushkin, the "chatty" person, had no one to turn to, so he turned to our political commissar and followed him around all day long.

The political commissar knew that Iushkin was a key training target that Malashenko valued, and that he would be trained towards the command level in the future so that he could truly stand on his own one day. This is why Malashenko gradually promoted him to the current rank of captain.

So these days, the political commissar not only did not drive Iushkin away, but instead kept asking him to leave. I took the trouble to chat with this chatty boy. I told him about political and ideological education and some military command, hoping to prepare him for his future development in advance.

However, Iushkin's chatterbox and funny nature really made our political commissar a little crazy and even laughed and cried.

Once the business and class were over, Iushkin would always find some irrelevant nonsense topics to "ask" our political commissar.

For example, "What does it feel like to sleep with a girl? "This outrageous question that shocked the political commissar for a whole year came out of Iushkin's mouth.

The political commissar has not married yet, but that doesn't mean he has no experience in this area.

How can you ask the political commissar to describe this matter?

The political commissar is a full-time specialist in political work and ideological education, but he has no obligation to popularize "sex education knowledge" to the soldiers below.

The political commissar, who was so angry that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his head was smoking, directly said to Iushkin, "If you want, I suggest you keep this question and ask the division commander comrade and see what he says", and threw this troublesome hot potato directly to Malashenko.

As for whether Iushkin will ask it at that time, it's hard to say.

"Huh? 67 times? Is there so much? Why do I feel like I only asked a few times?"

"What asked a few times? You kid didn't go to help Artyom maintain the car, and came to the division headquarters to sit on my desk, get out of here! Immediately! ”

The words may sound scary, but Iushkin, who has known Malashenko's temper for a long time, is not afraid of this. Comrade Commander will not get angry because of this. This is all pretending.

"Hehe, just chat with Comrade Political Commissar and sit on your chair for a while. Just sit for a while.

"You are still talking to me, right? Sweeping toilets and carrying feces, do you want to experience it?"

"No, no, I'm leaving now, leaving now."

"Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes, Comrade Commander, see you later."

""

Looking at Malashenko, who was carrying a suitcase in front of him and a bag on his shoulders, and Iushkin, who ran out of the division headquarters like a mouse chased away by a cat, and disappeared in an instant. Comrade Political Commissar, who temporarily stopped writing, couldn't help but choose to say something at this time.

"Don't you think Iushkin has too much power? He is always running at full power and overloaded all day long, just like a perpetual motion machine."

Malachenko, who looked unhappy but had long been "numb" to this, threw his suitcase and backpack on the table, pulled a chair over and sat down, lit a cigarette and then replied.

"He is like this all day long, just like a mechanical toy that is about to explode. I don't understand where he gets so much energy."

"But it's not a bad thing. At least he is like this on the battlefield. It's like he took stimulants throughout the whole process. He maintained a high efficiency in killing Germans from beginning to end, and his artillery skills were quite stable. It's hard to find another such a good gunner in our division."

The political commissar smiled helplessly when he heard Malachenko's evaluation. It is obvious that Malachenko values ​​and cultivates Iushkin.

"His strengths are very good, but if he wants to become a qualified commander, he needs to be more calm and capable, not like he is now, with all his energy going off all the time."

"Take it slow, at least this abundant energy can keep him in the best condition for a long time in the position of commander. Strengths can be transferred, as long as they are properly cultivated."

Malashenko, who reached out to flick the ash from the ashtray on the table, basically only had Iushkin's strengths in his eyes.

Comrade Political Commissar, who knew that Iushkin was indeed a good seedling, chose not to continue to talk about such trivial matters, and turned the topic back to the positive.

"What did you gain from this trip? What did you do? Did you bring back any good news?"

"Yes, there are quite a few good news, I'll tell you one by one."

As Malashenko said, this trip back to the rear did yield a lot.

The new assault rifle was favored by Comrade Stalin and approved for small-scale mass production. The IS4 heavy tank was also approved for small-scale production as a special vehicle for the elite guards as Kotin had expected.

The rest is some good news from Morozov. In short, Malashenko repeated all the "good news" he could think of to the political commissar one by one and explained it clearly.

There are indeed a lot of things to do during this official vacation, even Malashenko, who was nagging the political commissar, felt so.

"It seems that you have achieved your goal this time, but I don't know if you have seen those things. Here, they are all exclusive gifts for you."

Looking at the political commissar's face, pointing with a pen, Malashenko turned his head to the right and realized that the documents on the corner of his desk were almost half a meter high.

Damn! Why didn't I notice it when I entered the door just now?

Looking at Malashenko's expected "desperate" expression, the political commissar looked "very satisfied" and continued to speak on the premise that there was still something to say.

"I've finished the bad news. Now I have good news for you."

"Good news?"

Malachenko, who had just fallen to the bottom of the valley like a roller coaster, seemed a little confused when he heard this, and responded subconsciously without thinking.

"What good news? Tell me."

"Well, the superiors affirmed that our division had outstanding military achievements and won collective honor in the Battle of Cherkasy, and they want to reward us."

"One of the rewards is to arrange a cultural performance for our division. The Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe will come tonight. The relevant work has been arranged. When the time comes, you only need to speak on the stage and then watch the performance."

"This is a detailed process arrangement and a list of performers. I guess you definitely didn't expect it. Who will come on the list?"