Chapter 2099 The Redeemer (Part 2)

Comrade Ma had saved Anya from the ruins of Stalingrad, so of course he had not forgotten it.

After all, after going through so much together, Malashenko had slowly learned how to accept Anya, a girl whose passionate love was completely different from Natalia's, and he would not forget every bit of his past acquaintance with Anya.

However, Comrade Ma, who was forgetful, did not remember the "colleagues" who were with Anya in Stalingrad so clearly, and even forgot the names and looks of the nurses who were with Anya.

What Malashenko did not expect at this moment was that the thin and frail girl in his arms was actually a member of the female nurse team in the battlefield who had known him and seen him since the Stalingrad period, just like Anya.

"Damn it! These fascist bastards! I'm going to skin them alive! They even threw the little nurse into the concentration camp, damn the fascists!"

Comrade Lao Ma was very angry, which meant that some fascist bastards would definitely suffer the wrath of the fascists.

But at the moment, Malashenko, who was still thinking about questions like "How were you arrested?" and "How long have you been arrested?", had other more important things to do. He didn't want to punish the fascist bastards immediately, nor did he want to ask them questions on the spot. This was not the right time.

Looking at the weak little nurse in his arms who had just revealed her identity and the reasons why she knew him, she was already shivering with cold. The only thin rags on her body were obviously not able to keep her warm in such a sub-zero wind. If her already weak body continued like this, she might not even be able to save her life in the end.

"We'll talk about other things later. I'll have someone take good care of you. Don't worry, Comrade Anna. Come, put this on first."

While saying something reassuring, he took off his brand new general's coat, which he was wearing for the first time, and put it on the nurse.

"This is our comrade, one of us! Get on the stretcher, she's very weak, come on, quick!"

He held the person in his arms for fear that she would fall in the snow, and on the other hand, he turned around and gave orders loudly to the soldiers who were guarding him.

Since it was an urgent order from the division commander, it naturally had to be given the first priority to be executed efficiently.

Soon, the stretcher team that Malashenko had shouted over came trotting to the place, accompanied by a field medical team: a military doctor and two nurses. It was estimated that the messenger with a good eye called them over casually, but this was just right, Malashenko needed medical staff right now.

"Doctor, she is very weak. What is her specific condition?"

The military doctor called by the messenger was not Karachev.

To be precise, Karachev, who was promoted by Malashenko himself to the chief surgeon and person in charge of the field hospital of the leader division, is the number one busy man in the field hospital of the leader division at present, relying on his status as a top student who returned from studying in the United States and his high cultural education.

In addition to being the main surgeon for more important surgical operations, he is also responsible for the daily operation and management of the field hospital and the task of teaching and training apprentices. Unless there is something particularly important or Malashenko personally names him, it is really difficult for Karachev, whose work schedule is full, to be on call at any time, especially when the battle has just ended and there are new casualties.

Fortunately, the military doctor called by the messenger is also an out-and-out old doctor, in his forties, wearing a pair of thick round-framed glasses, and his every move is full of professionalism. At least Malashenko feels that the military doctor of his leader division is under the supervision of Karachev, and he is absolutely trustworthy.

"The lung sounds are a bit chaotic, and the lungs should be inflamed. The heart rate is abnormally fast, but it is not ruled out that it is because of seeing you. I will take her down for follow-up examinations, but there should not be too many problems. She is conscious, but really weak. That's the general situation, comrade commander."

The words of the old military doctor made Malashenko reluctantly feel relieved. After all, she was Anya's former colleague and a hero in white who survived the bloody sea of ​​Stalingrad. Both publicly and privately, Malashenko hoped that she could survive safely. If Anya knew this news, she would be happy for it.

"Take her down. I will go to see her when I am free. Tell Karachev to take good care of her."

The old military doctor nodded silently to Malashenko to indicate that he knew, and then led the two nurses and the stretcher team to retreat immediately, leaving only Malashenko standing there, watching the backs of the group of people going away.

After doing all this, Malashenko looked back silently, and saw the groups of female prisoners behind him looking at him with hopeful eyes, no longer so fearful. It can be seen that his actions have indeed made them feel much more at ease.

"Take them down, find a room where the wind can't blow in, light a fire and settle them first. Find someone to tell Karamov to allocate some supplies to bring them over for emergency distribution. I will go down to discuss the details with him. Just follow the order."

"Yes, do it now."

The company commander who took the order from Malashenko took the order and left. You relied on me and I relied on your female prisoners. Under the guidance and leadership of the company commander and soldiers, we are also moving towards a better future. Rushing to a place with sufficient food and water is indeed a step towards hope as Malashenko promised.

After finishing all this, Malashenko clapped his hands casually, and the bits of snow falling on the tank soldier's black leather gloves flew into the air. Iushkin, who had witnessed all this with his own eyes, immediately stepped forward and spoke.

"I can't imagine how they survived. I have never seen such thin people. It's as if their dead bodies are still alive."

"The dead body is still alive", this is Iushkin's true description of the situation he saw with his own eyes. In Malashenko's view, this is almost the same situation, and he is really telling the truth.

"Compared to the scene you are about to see later, this is much better, even the most "humane" situation, believe me. The other shit the fascist bastards in this damn place have done is far worse than The most cruel and ruthless atrocities you can imagine are ten thousand times crueler, and the truth will be far beyond your imagination."

Malashenko, who was talking while walking, was escorted by the soldiers responsible for personal security and took Iushkin with him, and quickly walked towards the next destination not far away.