Chapter 2249 I Will Let Him See that Day

Chapter 2254?? I will let him see that day

Iushkin did not return to his dormitory that night, but slept in the division headquarters for one night. Google search reading

Fortunately, the division headquarters temporarily requisitioned the entire small building, there were enough rooms and spare beds, and finally Iushkin did not have to sleep on the floor.

As for the reason, it was a little unexpected.

The brothers ate hot supper and chatted happily. Seeing that the political commissar was not there, Iushkin, who was addicted to alcohol, tentatively asked Malashenko for a drink to see if he could take the opportunity to have a drink.

Malashenko thought so, and it was true that he hadn't sat down and had a good drink for a long time. So he simply called the guard squad leader who was active and had a good eye over him, whispered a few words, and asked him to help him. After a while, he got a few bottles of brand new vodka that had not been opened.

Normally, three people share three bottles of wine, which means each person gets one bottle. According to the alcohol tolerance of Slavic men, it is unlikely that anyone will get drunk. Malashenko thinks it will not be a big problem.

But I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t drunk for too long and can’t hold his liquor, or if Iushkin himself doesn’t hold his liquor well and used to just pretend.

In short, this guy drank a bottle of vodka and fell down at the table snoring. He couldn’t be woken up no matter how hard he was called. He didn’t get drunk or talk nonsense. Malashenko remembered that the last time this guy was so embarrassed was when he hosted a reception in Kokin and invited his group to dinner. He couldn’t remember exactly when it was.

There was no other way. The slightly drunk Malashenko and Artyom could only carry the drunk Iushkin on the bed and throw him there. As for how to sleep in the second half of the night, that was Iushkin's business.

"Have you drunk?"

Malashenko, who had just settled Iushkin down and turned to go out with Artyom, happened to meet the oncoming political commissar in the corridor.

Although the political commissar was in poor health, he had not lost his sense of smell, especially Malashenko's smell of alcohol, which could not be avoided as long as he did not have a cold.

"Ah, I didn't drink much, just a little, just a little."

"Just a little? What's wrong with Iushkin?"

""

Malashenko, who was speechless when asked by the political commissar, finally found an excuse that he did not believe in and barely made up his mind.

"He is not feeling well, has a stomachache, so I sent him to the house to rest first. He is asleep now, so don't disturb him, otherwise he will not have the energy to fight tomorrow."

""

Comrade Political Commissar did not continue to ask, but continued to stare at him with his straight eyes, until Comrade Ma felt a little uneasy, but he did not say anything more about it.

"Rest early, you still have to command the battle tomorrow, so you have to get enough sleep."

"Well, I am also planning to go to bed, you should also rest early."

Such a simple conversation was regarded as a farewell, but Malashenko saw that Comrade Political Commissar did not go to the bedroom to rest, but walked into the command room after passing by and busying himself with something unknown.

Looking at the time on the watch, it was already past twelve o'clock. For the leader division that had to set off before dawn, there was not much time left for rest. Thinking of this, Malashenko couldn't help but sigh, and called the guard squad leader who was following behind him.

"Keep an eye on the political commissar. If he hasn't gone to rest within an hour, ask him to go and rest. Tell him that it was my request. If he doesn't go to rest, I will get up from the bed and come to him in person."

"Yes!"

After arranging everything, Malashenko sent Artyom, who was alone, out of the small building and stopped at the gate of the small courtyard.

"Comrade driver, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?"

Malashenko, who was about to tell Artyom to go back and rest early, didn't expect this to happen. He thought about it and responded out of curiosity.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"I'm thinking about Comrade Political Commissar's health."

"I went to the field hospital to get some medicine for a fever a while ago, and I happened to meet Dean Karachev. He recognized me and talked to me for a while. He told me that Comrade Political Commissar's current condition is a miracle that he has not seen in textbooks."

"There are many ordinary patients with advanced pancreatic cancer who are in agony and commit suicide, but Comrade Political Commissar can not be bound by the sickbed, and he insists on staying on the front line and fighting side by side with his comrades. He said this is simply an unheard-of medical miracle."

"He couldn't explain the reason, but he told me that Comrade Political Commissar's current condition has greatly exceeded medical expectations, and he can no longer predict the next step of Comrade Political Commissar's condition. That means..."

Artyom couldn't say anything, but Malashenko knew what he couldn't say.

"I understand that Comrade Political Commissar may never stand up again if he falls down next time. I don't want to admit it, but this is the fact. He has been relying on his indestructible willpower to hold on. Whether it is medicine or science, there is no way to use precise numbers and formulas to analyze and predict willpower. I don't blame Karachev for this. It has nothing to do with his poor medical skills."

""

Artyom was speechless after hearing this. Not only him or Malashenko, but all the officers and soldiers of the Leader Division respected Comrade Political Commissar to a certain extent. Even Malashenko once said that Comrade Political Commissar was a solid guarantee for the invincibility of the Leader Division, and he was indispensable both in the past and now.

Watching Comrade Political Commissar's health getting worse day by day, it must be uncomfortable for anyone, but they are powerless. It's just that Artyom took this opportunity to confide in Malashenko today.

"Comrade Political Commissar has always had a wish. He hopes to see the day when we win, and the day when all the efforts and bloodshed since 1941 will not be in vain."

"I want this day to come a little slower, because I am afraid that when this day comes, Comrade Political Commissar will fall. But I am more afraid that Comrade Political Commissar will leave with regrets before seeing this day. If this happens, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"I thought about this for a long time, but I finally decided to face reality. I want Comrade Political Commissar to fulfill his long-cherished wish in the cheers of victory. Even if he has to leave, he must leave without regrets and welcome victory with the comrades who accompanied him through life and death and fought side by side until this great patriotic war came to a successful conclusion."

"I must help him fulfill this wish. I swear that for this, I will do everything I can to crush any Nazi scum who dares to stand in his way. No matter what, I will do my best to make this day come as soon as possible."

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