Chapter 2137 "Walker Happy Car"

The brief meeting between the three of them to discuss the battle situation was over, and the combat meeting that was held immediately afterwards and attended by all the military and political commanders above the regiment level who had arrived in the division was also over.

When Malashenko, who had been busy with all this, could finally take a break and take a breath, the hour hand on his watch was already pointing to a position close to 10 in the middle of the night, the first time the front army headquarters had predicted that the Germans might launch an attack. At the time, there were only a little over 6 hours left.

"Damn it, it seems I won't be able to sleep tonight again, these stupid fascists"

Although he cursed a lot, Malashenko, who basically got enough sleep on the train, is actually in good condition at the moment. The young man is also full of energy and in good health. This kind of staying up late when he is almost in full condition has a negative impact on Malashenko. Shenke is just a trivial matter, at most it can be solved by smoking an extra pack of cigarettes.

"Lavri has gone to the station. Two of our military trains will arrive at 10:30 and 12:30. Varosha and the first vanguard of their brigade will arrive by car, and Lavri is responsible for meeting them."

"I plan to go to the troops below to check on the situation. How about you keep an eye on it here? There must be a commander to take charge. It doesn't work if the three of us are not at the division headquarters."

One chief, two military commanders, one deputy, and one political deputy commander. If the "big three" who lead the division are not at the division headquarters, it is really not a problem to keep only Comrade Chief of Staff, especially in the current situation. When a war is imminent, you cannot act recklessly, you must be cautious in everything you do.

"It's better that you stay here and I'll go down and take a look. I'm good at military matters. You just need to stay here to coordinate the command. You are better than me at this aspect."

Comrade Political Commissar is in good health recently, and his condition is relatively stable without any major problems. However, this does not mean that Malashenko will feel that in the middle of the night when the temperature is minus ten to twenty degrees, Comrade Political Commissar should be allowed to go out to blow the cold air. It's just a no-brainer.

Kalachev had already warned Malashenko that the political commissar's cancer had metastasized to his lungs, and his lung function was now so poor that he rarely smoked cigarettes. If bronchial diseases such as colds occur again, the damage to his already riddled body will be magnified exponentially, so be careful as much as possible, and be sure to keep your political commissars warm.

It was not until Malashenko's intention was to make such an arrangement that the political commissar who understood this did not argue with Malashenko anymore. He just nodded and agreed, then turned around and took off the clothes hanger at the door. The general's military coat hanging on his body was handed to Malashenko, who was wearing the regular uniform of a tank corps major general.

"Should I change my clothes first and then put on my coat, or should I just wear this?"

Of course Malashenko understood the meaning of Comrade Political Commissar's words. The imminent war meant that he could transform into the identity of the commander at any time. After all, this Major General's regular uniform is not as useful as the tank soldier's combat uniform that was specially designed for combat. Even though the emotional combat uniform is already tattered and wrinkled, you can't deny that it is no matter how tattered it is. Very good fit.

"I would have forgotten it if you didn't remind me, so I'd better change my clothes first and wait for me."

Malashenko took the military coat from the hands of the political commissar and returned from a corner of the division headquarters tent a moment later. He was already wearing a tattered tank soldier's combat uniform and a strange attire with a general's military coat.

If outsiders were to see her, she would probably feel awkward and out of place, as if a big-headed tank soldier had picked up a military coat somewhere to keep out the cold.

"If fighting breaks out and you are too late to come back, be more careful and remember to stay in contact at all times. Your guard tank company is ready and on standby. Remember to take them with you if you really need to set off."

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was like an old father, did not forget to tell Malashenko to pay attention to safety. All he responded to was a grin as Malashenko picked up his self-defense AK and carried it behind his back.

"Don't worry, those fascists can't kill me. They will never be able to do so."

The huge IS7 heavy tank No. 177 in white winter paint with the slogan "Revenge for Hero Kirill" was parked not far from the entrance of the division headquarters camp, quietly waiting for her crew to drive her to the battlefield. , but Malashenko, who is only inspecting the troops, cannot use his precious car for the time being.

"Where are you going to go first without letting anyone sleep in the middle of the night? Tell me, the veteran driver is ready."

As usual, Iushkin was dragged in to be the official driver of the division commander, but the car that this boy drove in the middle of the night really puzzled Malashenko.

"Why don't you drive a car with a shed? Why don't you drive this thing out in the middle of the night?"

Iushkin did not drive out the Gas Jeep during the day, but drove out the "old toy" of the division commander, the American support vehicle that had been received long ago: the Willys convertible Jeep. On this day It's really exciting to drive this thing out in the freezing cold in the middle of the night.

"I'm terribly sleepy, haha, I'm yawning now, and the cold wind will refresh me. Okay, get in the car, and wait until I'm about to fall asleep. I'll run first and let the wind blow me to refresh myself." "

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Cool breeze to refresh you?

It seems to make sense.

Malashenko, who didn’t say any more nonsense, didn’t have to have a car with a roof. It was just that he was driving this convertible Willys Jeep out in the dark and off-road in the middle of the night. Malashenko felt that this was more or less a bit awkward. The meaning of "Walker's Happy Car", if he, a dignified time traveler, really ended up with that guy, wouldn't it be the most ridiculous thing in the world?

"Go to Kurbarov's defense zone. I want to see how the troops are prepared. Let's go."

What you think in your mind is different from what you do in action. Malashenko, who got on the car of the veteran driver Iushkin, still trusted his brother's racing skills. The other troop transport trucks and jeeps responsible for protecting the safety of the division commander immediately formed a convoy and set off at the same time.

"I still find it unbelievable that the Germans dared to counterattack us? It's their luck that we don't cause trouble for them. How dare they take the initiative to cause trouble for us?"

As Malashenko's "confidant", Iushkin knew a little bit about the news that the Germans were going to make trouble. Fortunately, he always kept his mouth shut on key issues. Malashenko, who was a little cold in the cold wind, just said it casually.

"Wait until you kill the Germans and go ask them yourself. I allow you to go. Show us if the corpse can still talk."

"Hahaha, then I have to ask the shampoo guy if he is a rotten ass, to see if the dead tell the truth."

Whenever they get together, they will inevitably talk nonsense. Malashenko has become accustomed to this way of getting along with Ivushkin. This guy is really the kind of person who talks a lot, especially when talking to acquaintances.

The defense area of ​​the Kurbalov Brigade is not far from the division headquarters. It took only a short drive to reach the destination. Malashenko, who got off the "Walker Happy Car", saw the figures of tank soldiers busy in front of a large group of IS6 heavy tanks lined up and ready to go. It seems that Kurbalov has indeed made full preparations according to the orders of the division headquarters.