Chapter 2666 Midnight

Malachenko agreed to get together with his crew members in the evening, to keep in touch with the relationship that he had not taken care of for a long time recently, and to do his ideological education duties as a driver.

However, Malachenko did not have time to do this now, and had to wait.

At least dinner was not in time at this time, and Malachenko and his crew agreed to wait until about 9 or 10 o'clock in the evening to have a midnight snack and get together.

Malachenko estimated that the pile of things behind his buttocks would at least have to wait until then to finish, and if there were any other emergencies, it might be delayed. I just hope that my luck is not so bad, and I will give myself some private time tonight.

"I heard that you are going to get together with Iushkin and others and have a midnight snack together in the evening?"

After the battle, Malachenko, who must have a lot of things to deal with, temporarily left Berlin City and returned to the basement of the church in the center of the town outside the city where the division headquarters was located.

Malashenko, who was busy reviewing battle reports and a pile of documents, was mainly to share the worries of the political commissar. Taking back the work that he, as the division commander, should have done in the past but was thrown to the political commissar to handle, and the responsibilities that he should have taken on, would at least reduce the pressure on the political commissar and prevent him from being overworked and tired.

Malashenko, who had just signed "read" and his name on the casualty report, had not had time to put down his pen and open another pile of documents at hand, but he did not expect that the political commissar who was also reviewing documents and reports on the opposite table would take the initiative to speak.

"Ah? Who told you this? There is indeed such a plan, but I haven't talked about it with anyone else."

Malashenko was a little confused about where the source of the news was. Hearing the political commissar asking such questions, he was still busy with his work and answered without raising his head.

"Ivushkin told me that the kid just called me and asked if you have anything else tonight and if you can make it to the appointment. He said that they are almost ready and are waiting for you to go. It can be seen that he is looking forward to it. It may not be good if you don't go."

"Uh"

Malachenko could certainly hear the meaning of Comrade Political Commissar's words, but he turned his head and looked at the piles of various documents and reports at his hand.

The establishment of the leader division is much larger than that of the conventional division-level field troops. One of the derivative effects brought about by this is that the various documents submitted to the division headquarters for summary and review are also too many, especially the two key nodes before the launch of the campaign and after the end of the battle, which are the most headaches and busy.

Raising his hand, rolling up his sleeves and looking at the watch, Malachenko frowned when he found that the time had reached half past nine.

Thinking that he wanted to go, but there were so many documents at hand, it would not be good to just go and leave all the work to Comrade Political Commissar. Although it can be heard that the political commissar also wants me to go, I must think of a way to have the best of both worlds, at least not to let the political commissar stay up late at night again.

"Oh, right! There is a way!"

Malachenko suddenly thought of a solution, and the result of this solution later was that Lavrinenko, who had just inspected the night defense of the troops and had just returned to the division headquarters, was directly drafted by Malachenko.

"Damn! You kid go to have a leisurely supper, and let me work for you like a cow and a horse. How can you be so embarrassed?"

Lavrinenko, who had just returned to the division headquarters and didn't even have time to sit down or drink a sip of water, "complained constantly". When he heard that Malachenko was going to do this and let him work for him, he was so angry that he almost scolded Comrade Lao Ma for being immoral.

"Oh, please be kind. I don't usually ask for anything, so just do me a favor. You know that no one else can change those things. You are the only one who has the power to review them on behalf of me or the political commissar. Who else can I ask? Does the leader division have a fourth division commander?"

There are three regular division commanders in the leader division, Malashenko, the chief, Lavrinenko, the deputy, and the "political deputy commander" of the political commissar. Although the chief of staff is qualified to read documents, he has no power to approve some core and key reports and documents.

Malashenko was also thinking that if the superiors checked later and found that the chief of staff approved the documents that only the military chief had the right to review, it might be troublesome.

It's better to have less trouble. There is a ready-made deputy division commander, so why do you want to create potential troubles for yourself?

Although he grumbled and looked reluctant, Lavrinenko, who had a deep and strong friendship with Malashenko, was just talking.

"Okay, but I've got it made clear, you owe me a favor. I was planning to go to bed early tonight, but you messed it up again. You have to compensate me next time."

"Okay, okay, I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you when I have a chance. Now please sit here and start working, okay? Wait, I'll make you some tea, I'll be there soon~"

Looking at Malashenko and Lavrinenko, the two funny guys "performing a skit" across the table, the political commissar who was still busy behind the table opposite couldn't help but laugh.

"I really hope to see you two go higher and further, but the future will ultimately depend on you."

After saying goodbye to the division headquarters, Malashenko got on the GAZ jeep prepared in the yard, carrying the package he had prepared in his hand and asked the driver and guard to step on the accelerator, and drove straight to the place in the city where he had already made an appointment with Iushkin.

The night in the suburbs of Berlin was no different from the suburbs of most German cities that Malashenko had visited.

The moonlight tonight was still bright and clear, and the bright moonlight penetrated the thick night and sprinkled on the battlefield ruins that had gradually cooled down after sunset.

Several construction sites in the suburbs were still busy late at night. They were the construction sites for digging graves for the dead. If we look at them in detail, they can be divided into two different types.

The German prisoners of war, guarded by the soldiers of the Leader Division with guns on guard, were waving iron poles and pickaxes to dig graves for their dead comrades. This would be a prerequisite for them to get a decent midnight snack to fill their hungry stomachs.

On the other side, the soldiers of the Leader Division were digging a resting place for their comrades who died during the day, which is also one of the traditions of the Leader Division.

Digging a resting place for the deceased comrades is the last respect that can be achieved. There is no condition to prepare coffins, but the bodies of the soldiers of the Leader Division, which are temporarily wrapped and covered with convenient and portable straw mats, are neatly placed together and prepared for burial.

There has never been an invincible and loss-free unit.

The Leader Division is indeed the strongest and most capable division-level field unit in the entire Red Army, but this cruel street fighting meat grinder still devoured the lives of a full 182 soldiers of the Leader Division in today's battle. The lives of 182 elite soldiers who have fought on the battlefield and made great achievements were left outside the enemy's capital city. They could not even return to their hometowns, so they could only hold a simple temporary funeral and bury them on the spot.

Malashenko, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, felt somewhat uncomfortable. This was only the first day of fighting. In the future battles, who knows how many soldiers of the leadership division will not be able to see the red flag hoisted on the Capitol.