Chapter 2555 I Can only Sleep for Less than Four Hours!!!

As a tank designer, it must be said that Kogin knows a lot about things other than his profession and job beyond expectations.

But this is actually not surprising. After all, such an unprecedented giant must be a passionate man who would try to understand it whenever he has the opportunity.

After hearing this, Malashenko had already come to his senses, accepted the somewhat surprising reality and nodded, and the words that followed were to get straight to the point and discuss business.

"Well, I also want to see what the scene looks like when the things I personally captured are put upright in the hands of the Red Army, ready to fire at the enemy."

Just kidding, let alone Zhukov who invited Malashenko, Comrade Ma must go.

Even if Zhukov didn't say this, if Malashenko knew the news, he would definitely try to find an opportunity to go there and enjoy it in person.

These days, there are neither intercontinental ballistic missiles nor strategic nuclear submarines. Super cannons like the red Stalingrad are the most famous strategic weapons in this era. They have a deterrent effect and can frighten people. The kind of light messenger that is as big as a prehistoric giant is enough to be intimidating.

Malashenko could not forget how "his jaw dropped" when he saw the mountain-like figure when he first handed over this thing.

Now this thing has to warm up and start working. If I say I'm not excited, I'd be lying.

After all, in a strict sense, Malashenko is really the creator of the "Red Stalingrad", at least from the Soviet perspective.

As for your German brother being transformed into a loving father by the Minotaur and Miss Dora, who the hell cares?

"Then what time should we set off? Do you have an accurate time?"

When Malashenko asked a question, Kotin gave a straightforward answer almost without thinking.

"Let's set off at half past four. It will take some time to get up and get ready before rushing over. It's better to arrive early than to have Comrade Marshal wait for us, what do you think?"

"Um"

Malashenko nodded. It was really inappropriate for him as a subordinate to ask his leader to wait there. Even if he was not accompanied by Kojin, he had to get there first.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say, now"

As he spoke, Malashenko raised his hands to roll up his sleeves and looked at his watch. His eyes widened and he was immediately "very frightened."

I didn't do any of these three things. I took a walk with Ke Jing, went to the field hospital, held an emergency meeting at the division headquarters, and went to Ren Dagui's place. After several tossings, the time was almost gone. At twelve o'clock, Malashenko remembered that it was still dark when he first started working.

According to this calculation, even if I lie down in bed and fall asleep, I can only sleep for four and a half hours.

For Malashenko, who has been struggling in recent days, this is indeed not enough. Malashenko originally planned to sleep for at least six hours tonight to catch up on sleep. Adjust your condition and prepare enough energy to lead the team towards Berlin tomorrow.

Now, after all this trouble, he had to sleep for just over four hours. Malashenko was really worried about whether he would be able to get up in the morning or not.

"Okay, no time to fuss. We can only sleep for a little over four hours now if we go to bed. I've been fighting for a day and you've been riding a train for a day. I think we shouldn't continue talking here. Souka is tired. Let’s clean up and go to bed.”

"I'll ask the orderly to arrange a place for you to sleep. You can sleep here with me tonight, and we can take a nap before we set out. If the conditions are no better than yours at the rear, just be patient. Everything on the front line is simple, even I sleep on a camp bed."

After hearing Malashenko's words, Kogin couldn't help but smile and shake his head. It seemed that this old man really regarded himself as a guest.

"You can sleep in a place where I can't? I'm not a nobleman. I'm a worker and a Red Army soldier. It's just that you fight on the battlefield, and I fight in the drawing room and production workshop. In fact, It's all the same. I also spent all night in the workshop and the drawing room, and I slept on the floor and steel plates. If you can arrange a camp bed for me, I will be satisfied. There are no other requirements. "

Malashenko also smiled when he heard this. It was quite nice to talk to Kogin without any pretentiousness or pretentiousness.

"Okay, let's do this for now. If nothing happens, we can sleep separately."

Malashenko stood up to leave before he finished speaking, but suddenly thought of something he had just forgotten, and then he hurriedly spoke.

"By the way, have you been to the repair shop? Didn't you find what you need? Can you take that headless Tiger back?"

Of course, what Malashenko was referring to was the only remaining Hida Tiger. Although the thing was mostly intact, the power system was paralyzed and the car could not start. It had to be repaired before it could move on its own, or else it had to be found. Something powerful enough to tow away, and Kogin, who heard what Malashenko said, also gave a positive answer.

"Of course I found it. I have to say that the Germans are really kind. They left a lot of ready-made and useful things for us in the repair shop. It's a pity that you only have one that can be repaired, otherwise I might be able to repair it again. Repair a few and take them back.”

"Don't push your luck. If this Tiger hadn't collapsed in the pit before it was put into the battlefield, I tell you I would have ordered this one to be destroyed. You don't know how much of a threat this thing poses to our battlefield. It's easy to talk without any pain."

There is no gap between the lieutenant general and the major general. Malashenko and Kotin are talking to each other like a pair of roommates who are not good at talking to each other in a university dormitory.

"It's not good to talk while standing? I'm not standing. I'm sitting here."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Let's go to bed first. Withdraw. If I'm not awake, remember to call me."

Malashenko, who came out of the room with the door closed, called the nearest divisional serviceman over as soon as he went out. He told this young but smart and perceptive soldier to arrange a sleeping place for Comrade Kotin and watch him sleep. After getting a positive answer, he turned around and prepared to go to his own sleeping place.

It was not until he saw the political commissar still bent over the table busy studying the war zone map that Malashenko slapped his forehead and remembered what he had almost forgotten.

"Damn, I almost forgot! I have to arrange the handover in advance for the team to set off tomorrow. I probably won't get even four hours of sleep."