Chapter 2272 A Bunch of Free-Range Chickens

Chapter 2277 A bunch of stray chickens

"Are the Nazis so spineless now? They surrendered after being frightened. I was hoping to see the fireworks show again. What a pity."

Comrade Ivushkin has a traditional skill of taking advantage of good things with his mouth. Malashenko can only say that he is used to it. This guy is just like that. However, he still has to say a few simple and serious words. ɱGoogle search reading

"Don't overestimate them. They are just a bunch of wandering chickens. How strong can a group of air force errand boys and ground crew run around together? In fact, they were able to hold out until we entered the core area before surrendering. I think this is a bit beyond expectation. At this level, I have to say that their performance is not bad."

After getting off the car, Malashenko and Ivushkin leaned against the tank and smoked and chatted awkwardly, while the German soldiers who had just announced their surrender were like dumping garbage out of an opened trash can. They lined up one by one and walked out one by one, with their hands raised high above their heads, as if they were afraid that the two hands raised above their heads would be invisible and cause some misunderstanding.

How fierce and crazy they were just now, how honest these German bastards looked when they surrendered. It is not wrong to say that they are completely different.

"This mess is done, what's the next step? Where to fight next?"

After commenting on these German troops who had just surrendered, Iushkin couldn't help but start to care about the next direction of action, and expected Malashenko to give the result he wanted.

"You really don't rest at all. You just finished the game and you're thinking about the next one?"

Hearing Malashenko's complaints, Iushkin just grinned.

"What can I do after taking a break? Fighting the Nazis is interesting. This is my ultimate goal to realize the value of life."

"Life goals, life goals, yes, there must be a life goal."

Iushkin's unintentional words did evoke a trace of Malashenko's thoughts. Malashenko couldn't help but think that he seemed to lack a clear life goal now.

When I first came to this bird place, it was to survive. Later, I really saw the madness and cruelty of these Nazi rats, and began to "fuck the Nazis directly", and really regarded it as a career instead of simply to survive.

Later, slowly, as time went by, even Malashenko himself was not quite clear about what the so-called life goal was.

He was like a computer that executed program codes. Although there was always something to do, it was just a series of task programs. If you want to ask what the final result can be obtained by piecing these individual task programs together, or whether this is the ultimate goal of realizing the value of life, then Malashenko's answer can only be negative.

It's not that I don't agree with this, but Malashenko himself doesn't know what he wants in the end, what he wants to get, and there is no clear and describable complete definition.

If you insist on saying what you want, it's probably to finish this war and go home to retire, take your head off your belt and put it back on your neck, and go back to your hometown to live a few days of peace and tranquility. I have fought for this country for so long with my life and fearless sacrifice, and I have to satisfy the most basic wishes and insignificant little requirements.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Are you distracted?"

Malachenko, who was lost in thought with a cigarette in his mouth and whose brain was disconnected, was brought back to reality by Iushkin's words. After his thoughts were reconnected, even the ash in his mouth fell off while shaking, and the back of his hand was burned and shivered. It seemed that he was distracted and abnormal.

"Hmm? Ah, nothing, I thought of something insignificant, and I thought too much."

"You don't often think too much, which is strange."

As for the question Iushkin asked just now, that is, the next action plan, to be honest, Malachenko is not even clear about it now, and of course he can only tell Iushkin the truth.

"The next action plan is not clear yet. The order I received is as far as Nordenburg. Take control of this city and see what the front headquarters says. I personally feel that there will definitely be a tough battle to fight, so wait and see."

The time of a cigarette is the equivalent time for chatting with Iushkin.

After flicking the cigarette butt away, Malashenko told Ivushkin to lend a hand to the guys in the car, to help with the work and not to be lazy and run away, and then turned around to do what he should do: to go to the station to pick up our political commissar in person and talk about the situation.

But Malashenko had just planned to leave, and before he had time to take a step, he never thought that a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him in a hurry.

"Comrade division commander, comrade division commander! Do you still recognize me?"

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The tank major who ran all the way to him was not tall, and had a standard tank soldier's figure. Compared with Malashenko, who was a "giant freak" among tank soldiers, it was obviously a world apart.

Besides, this face looked familiar. Although he didn't see it every day, he was definitely someone he could see every now and then.

But unfortunately, our comrade Ma comes into contact with too many people in his daily life. It is good enough if he can remember the appearances of all the aunts, uncles and grandfathers. If you ask him to remember the names of everyone without exception, Malashenko asks himself that he really does not have such ability and it is really too difficult.

"Well, you are, if I remember correctly, you are the commander of the 1st Battalion of the Kurbalov Brigade, right? The commander of the 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion?"

Fortunately, Comrade Lao Ma at least has not forgotten who the person in front of him is. It is better than not remembering anything at all. That would be a bit too disrespectful.

Seeing that his comrade, the teacher, still remembered him, his face instantly lit up with joy, and words came out of his mouth without thinking.

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander. First Battalion Commander Viktor Irisovich Kinoviev, I didn't expect you to still remember me. I am deeply honored by this!"

It is of course a great good thing that the battalion commander can be remembered by the division commander. At least it means that you, a subordinate, have some weight in the leader's heart. If you are not guaranteed to be promoted in the future, the leader will casually ask your name and it will be done. It's a good thing no matter how you look at it.

"I heard that your battalion was the first to break through the defense line in the core area and break into the platform from the east?"

It happened that he met the person involved, so Malashenko didn't have to make another trip or ask others. Asking the thoughts and feelings of grassroots commanders is often much more useful than listening to summary analysis or reading direct reports. It's certainly worth investing a little time into this.

Faced with Malashenko's inquiry, the first battalion commander Victor, of course, nodded and admitted without hesitation, but this was not the reason for his special trip to see the division commander.

"Our battalion is responsible for the attack, comrade division commander, but I have something more important to report to you now."