Chapter 2318 Return to the Front Line

It's a rare period of relatively free time, but Malashenko is not quite used to it.

Accustomed to fighting in the flames of war, the first thing he thinks about every day when he wakes up is how to fight the German stick today. This kind of leisure on the front battlefield instead of in the rear makes Malashenko feel uncomfortable.

It's hard to say where it's uncomfortable, anyway, I just feel that my whole body is not right.

"I feel like I'm almost rusty, what a cheap bone. On weekdays, I yell that I want to sleep well and rest because I fight every day, but now I have a rare opportunity. As a result, I wake up automatically on time every morning without being called. I can't sleep more or sleep in. I can't sleep at all. Do you think I have any problem?"

Early in the morning, I have nothing to do. Sitting in the division headquarters, drinking tea and chatting has become Comrade Lao Ma's daily routine in recent days.

It's not that Malashenko is lazy, but there is really nothing to do when he gets up early in the morning.

Let's go down to inspect the troops. It's a bit early.

Help the political commissar to review the documents. Yesterday's work is done, and today's work has not been delivered yet.

After thinking about it, the only thing left is to drink tea early in the morning and chat here for a while.

"Want to hear some suggestions?"

The political commissar sitting behind the desk took a sip of tea and spoke slowly, and Malashenko, who was sitting across the table with his legs crossed, replied casually.

"You say, I'm listening."

"The suggestion is that if I were you, I would seize these few days to adjust my state and rest. It's a rare opportunity to rest, and after this rest, it is estimated that there will be no more opportunities before the end of the war, at least there will be no more decent rest for several consecutive days. This should be the last official rest before we take Berlin, so seize the opportunity."

I'll tell you a more terrifying good news. The current position of the leader division is about 120 kilometers away from Berlin in a straight line, but this is a rear rest position. It is said that the Red Army attacking force closest to Berlin on the front line had advanced to less than 70 kilometers from Berlin yesterday. It is not an exaggeration to say that the war is about to end.

So, the "kind reminder" given by the political commissar to our old comrade Ma was not wrong. At this point in the war, everyone knows that it only takes one go to take down Berlin. As long as there is no major chaos, this should be the last rest and recuperation of the main synthetic cluster of the leader division before the decisive battle.

"Well, okay, I know, I understand what you said. But damn, I really want to have a good rest, but my restless heart can't rest no matter what. When I think about crushing the Germans, I am so excited that I can laugh in my dreams, ha.

Malachenko's words not only amused himself, but also the political commissar sitting behind the desk. He shook his head slowly with a smile, and then commented on Malachenko's undisguised excitement.

"Then you continue to be excited. When I was as young as you, I could fight the White Bandits for several nights without sleep. They chased us everywhere during the day, and we sneaked into their camps at night when they were sleeping. During that time, we hid during the day and went out at night, which made the White Bandits crazy. They didn't dare to sleep at night, and they didn't have the energy to fight us the next day. "

"In the end, the White Bandits who were chasing us were demoralized and retreated by themselves. We didn't expect that we could win like this. "

"I'm getting off topic. I think you can handle staying up all night with your body. After all, what's coming is enough to go down in history. Not to mention you, I can hardly hide my excitement now. I keep thinking about this these days. This war is finally about to end with our victory. "

Looking at the face of the political commissar, who was full of emotion and thoughts, what Malashenko actually wanted to say was: All the efforts were not in vain, you finally made it to the upcoming day and witnessed the final victory with your comrades.

But on second thought, it seems inappropriate to bring up this matter when you are free. It is not certain that it will have a negative impact on the state of the political commissar. It is also certain that if you don't say it, he will not remember his illness. It is better not to mention those unpleasant things at this time.

Thinking of this, Malashenko, who was about to speak, planned to say something else to change the topic.

But just as the words came to his lips and he had no time to say them, a familiar figure holding a letter paper in his hand had already stepped into the division headquarters and into Malashenko's field of vision, interrupting the speech that had not yet been spoken.

"Hey, brothers, I just received new information here. It is very important, very important. Do you two mind if the three of us talk in another place? "

The person who came was none other than our deputy division commander, Colonel Lavrinenko.

Malachenko remembered that this guy had hurriedly taken people out early in the morning, saying that there was a low-level meeting at the front headquarters, and someone from the leader division was needed to attend.

It didn't matter if Malachenko went in person. Lavrinenko said that the political commissar was in poor health, so he could just go.

Malachenko thought about it and it seemed that there was indeed such a thing on the schedule, but he almost forgot about it because he didn't usually take care of the trivial civilian affairs of the division. With Lavrinenko's words now, he remembered this matter and felt that the proposal was not a big problem, so he simply agreed on the spot.

But Malashenko didn't expect that Lavrinenko had just led his men there for a short while, and he hurried back, and said mysteriously that he had some important news to "privately discuss and resolve" with him and the political commissar.

What? It's not convenient to say it in front of the comrades coming and going in the division headquarters? Malashenko couldn't figure it out for a while.

"What's so mysterious? Is it necessary to move to another place?"

"Oh, if it's not necessary, why would I waste my words? Just believe me, it must be very important to both of you, and it's right to move to a quiet place to talk."

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Malashenko and Political Commissar Petrov looked at each other and found that the political commissar didn't have the answer he wanted to find in his eyes. He had no choice but to respond to Lavrinenko's request and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's talk in the inner room, in my bedroom."

It's nominally called "Comrade Division Commander's Office", but Malashenko spends more time sleeping here than working and correcting documents, so Malashenko prefers to call it a bedroom instead of an office.

The three of them entered the room and found a place to sit. Malashenko pulled a chair, the political commissar sat on the sofa, and Lavrinenko sat directly on the bed.

As the three of them sat in a circle, Lavrinenko picked up the envelope in his hand and spoke.