Chapter 1887 Return

"I can't wait to get back to the team. This kind of garbage time running around on the road is so boring. Every minute and every second of killing those zealots is meaningful.

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The tank column marched across the field like a long steel dragon. Their facial expressions were not complaining, but they were indeed full of boredom. Iushkin lazily drooped outside the turret, with a cigarette in his mouth, and smoke came out from time to time.

After handing over the treasure to Vatutin, Malashenko did not stay for long. Even without Vatutin's urging, Malashenko had already remembered his mission and understood what he should do. He knew that there was still a tough battle waiting for him in the not-so-distant northern salient battlefield.

So, Malashenko commanded the troops to go on the road again quickly. Almost everyone ate something casually, refueled and loaded the tanks, and rested for a while, and then immediately He drove on the road without stopping, heading straight to the north.

There was only less than five kilometers left to the meeting point agreed upon in the telegram with the political commissar. He was about to meet his comrades and the most important person. Although the separation was not too long, it still made Malashenko happy. The separation on the battlefield always makes people feel a little nervous, fearing that something unexpected would happen.

Malashenko knew this very well, and he also knew how to eliminate this negative factor in his heart. He reorganized the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division into a powerful force and restored it to its original state. This was the most direct solution. There was no feeling that made people feel more belonging and meaningful than comrades coming together and fighting together under the same red flag.

"Hey, I say, we have made such a great contribution, you have to give me some reward, I am not asking for too much."

Such a sentence suddenly came out, and Malashenko, who was also holding a cigarette in his mouth and half of his body leaning outside the turret, became energetic, glanced at Iushkin and answered.

"What reward do you want? If you want a German woman, I can't get one for you, but I can write you a personal letter of introduction and let you go to the prisoner-of-war camp to pick one. Maybe you can pick up a German nurse and bring her back to warm your bed after the war. "

When a bunch of men get together, it's impossible not to have some fun.

In the 21st century, there are erotic pictures to promote everyone's feelings and communication. Although it's not so convenient these days, it's still okay to tell a few dirty jokes.

"Get me one? Why don't you get one? It seems pretty good to see two nurses fighting on the bed.

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Comrade Lao Ma's face turned black as soon as he heard this, as if his face was stretched very long. Seeing that the situation was not good, Iushkin stopped talking nonsense and started talking about business with a smile on his face.

"Kirill and I have agreed that we want to go home together, and it's on the way."

"He wants to go back to visit his mother's grave. There are no other relatives in his family except the political commissar. A distant cousin who is slightly related also died last year. It's a thought after all. Even if he dies, he wants to go home to visit. I haven't been back for a long time. My mother wrote to say that my father is not in good health recently. He kept talking about my name in his dreams in the middle of the night, so I want to go back."

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Iushkin wants to take leave to go home to visit his family, and Malashenko certainly has the power to approve the leave.

In fact, Iushkin has not been home for a long time. His identity as a division commander, crew gunner and acting commander is too special. He can't even take a break when Malashenko is on vacation. After all, the real commander is not at work, and there must be an acting commander to take care of the car and some daily miscellaneous chores.

Seryosha doesn't like to take charge of things, and Artyom is not very familiar with the personnel connections in the logistics and divisional headquarters. Iushkin, who has been familiar with the political commissar or the chief eunuch Karamov, can take charge of all kinds of miscellaneous work inside and outside the crew when Malashenko is not on duty. He is really the kind of person who can't do without him.

In principle, Iushkin can of course be given leave. Malashenko estimates that after the battle in the northern salient is resolved, the friendly forces in other directions should have almost pushed the Germans out of the Soviet land and moved the front back to the border. The next battle will be to set foot on the land of Poland.

It won't take long. There will definitely be a long rest period after this battle. It is naturally no problem to give Iushkin a vacation. Kirill is easy to say. If the company commander is not there, there is still the deputy company commander to take care of it. There is no need to worry about the daily operation of the company. It is no problem to let this pair of former partners who have a good relationship go home for vacation together.

But Iushkin's words, mentioning the words related to parents and home, actually reminded Malashenko of some things that he hadn't thought about for a long time.

How are his parents in his previous life doing now? He has no idea in this different world. He doesn't even know whether the timelines of the two worlds are parallel or overlapped. He can't say for sure that the original world was frozen at the moment when he disappeared and crossed over? Ha, does it seem a bit arrogant to think that "the whole world revolves around me"? Who knows, anyway, it doesn't matter.

To be honest, he, or this body called Malashenko, is an orphan who lost his parents at a young age and grew up eating food from hundreds of villagers in this different world. He has no concept of the word "parents" at all, and can't find any memory related to it.

"Hey parents, hey, when did this start? How come we are so far away from this simple word?"

Malachenko, with a sigh echoing in his heart, could not give an answer himself. He had nothing to say except a long sigh.

Sighing aside, the application submitted by Iushkin still had to be approved. Malachenko, who had made up his mind, approved the matter while chatting on the turret.

After a while after finishing talking about this matter, the steel-like tank column finally drove into the garrison camp. Malachenko could already see rows of IS6 heavy tanks neatly lined up on the grassland, which were on standby because they had not yet performed any tasks. Such a magnificent scene was the most powerful symbolic symbol of the famous leader division.

"Strange, why do people seem a little bit, uh, a little bit wrong???"

Malachenko went back to the car to tune the radio to ask where the people were before getting off to recruit people. When he heard this, he didn't take it to heart at first. While tuning the radio, he flicked the ash from the cigarette in his hand and prepared to take a final puff to satisfy his craving.