Chapter 2915: The Sword Is Given to the Hero

Comrade Deputy Division Commander rarely mentioned his family affairs to his comrades around him. Most of the time, he would not talk unless others asked.

So when Lavrinenko took the initiative to talk about his family affairs, everyone present, including Arsim, was actually quite surprised.

"Since the Tsarist era, my ancestors have always been cavalrymen, and several generations have ridden on horseback to fight everywhere."

"We have fought victorious battles and defeated battles, as well as clear and confused battles. Although my generation is still a cavalryman, I no longer ride on horseback, so this thing passed down from my ancestors has never been used since it was passed to me, but I have always carried it with me."

"I always thought that one day it would come in handy, even if it is not used to kill the enemy, maybe there would be some other uses that I can't explain clearly. Now I think that if it really comes in handy, then it would probably be at this moment."

As he spoke, he untied the long object wrapped in cloth in his hand, and only at this moment did he finally show it in full to everyone.

It was a long sword, a cavalry saber with a scabbard.

The exact forging time is unknown, even Lavrinenko himself couldn't tell.

But judging from the unusual use marks on its scabbard and handle, this saber, although not luxurious, is still well-made, and it must have experienced countless battles.

Swish--

Lavrinenko, who hadn't used this "ancestral sword" for a long time, pulled it out instantly, and the silvery curved blade shone with a creepy brilliance under the moonlight.

Even though it has been through battles until now, the blade edge is still smooth and flat, without a trace of collapse. It can be seen that both maintenance and repair are very careful.

"The year I graduated from the Tank School, my dad gave me this thing, saying that I was finally a man who could take over the long sword and go to the battlefield."

"But he, uh, he didn't know what a "tank" was. All he knew was "riding a horse with a sword across the body and conquering the world, with wine and women on horseback." I didn't explain much to him, anyway, it's all in the past."

After inspecting the "ancestral sword", Lavrinenko put it back into the scabbard, weighed it in his hand for a while, and handed it to Alsim, and then spoke again.

"Compared to my job of sitting in a tank all day, or in the office, signing for our division commander, I think you should be more suitable to hold it, Alsim."

""

Looking at the "ancestral sword" in front of him, Alsim didn't know what to say for a while.

On the one hand, it was because the deputy division commander obviously hadn't finished speaking, and on the other hand, the gift looked a little too expensive, and Alsim didn't know whether he should accept it.

"Take it, it belongs to you from now on. Malashenko gave you a flag, so I can only give you this knife."

"Whether you want to fight with it is up to you, and how to use and dispose of it is up to you."

"But if conditions permit, do me a favor and take it to the top of the Capitol to witness the moment of raising the flag. In this way, I think there will be more honorary exhibits in the Hall of Honor of our Leader Division for future generations to admire, huh?"

Receiving two "gifts" at once is really the first time and surprise for the "honest" Alsim.

Looking at the sword handed to him by the deputy division commander, Alsim took a deep breath and made a decision. Then he raised his right hand to take it and clenched it tightly.

"Promise to complete the mission. I will take it to the top of the Capitol, Comrade Deputy Division Commander."

"Well, I believe you can do it, but I leave it to you."

After completing all the important matters to be done on this trip, Malashenko looked at his watch and found that it was getting late. He immediately embarked on the return journey and ordered the convoy to return to the division headquarters to prepare for an early rest. After all, he had to get up early tomorrow morning and have work to do.

"Oh~ I think I may not be able to sleep tonight. This is a sleepless night. Brother, I can't believe we are going to win soon."

Malashenko rolled down the car window and looked at the night view outside the window with a cigarette in his mouth. He listened to Lavrinenko, who was sitting next to him, sighing. In addition to excitement and complexity in his heart, he also had some different thoughts.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I have to go to bed quickly. I have to get up early tomorrow morning to do some extra work."

"Huh? Extra work? What is it?"

Malachenko flicked the ash out of the rolled-down window, tilted his head slightly, glanced at Lavrinenko, and just smiled.

"It was agreed long ago that I would deliver a car to someone. I can't break my promise at this point."

A gentleman's word is as good as his bond.

Malachenko certainly hasn't forgotten the promise he made at the beginning, and hasn't forgotten that a real man born between heaven and earth cannot live in depression for a long time. No, that's not right. A real man born between heaven and earth must keep his word. Moreover, he is a dignified general and the head of a division, and he must abide by the agreement when dealing with his subordinates.

To be honest, when things have come to this point, Malachenko is not willing to have too much interaction with more beautiful girls, especially the little girls who are obviously sure to have a good impression of him.

Comrade Division Commander is busy fighting all day and is tired enough. Where does he have the energy to talk about love and be a stud lover?

However, sometimes it is not people who drive things, but things that drive people. In some special occasions, the words you have to say and the things you have to do have forced things to this point today. You have no choice as to what to do. It is already destined in the cycle of cause and effect.

"Hey, Lao Ma, Lao Ma, you can't fall into the third gentle place again. It's a sin."

Looking at the figure in the mirror in front of him, wearing the uniform of a major general of a tank soldier, straight and energetic, Malashenko, who really had to say that he had picked up a good skin by mistake, couldn't help but sigh and didn't forget to "remind" the man in the mirror, reminding this idiot in the mirror not to make mistakes in his lifestyle again.

But will the reminder really work?

To be honest, I'm afraid only God knows, anyway, Ma himself has no 100% guarantee.

Before the agreed time, he had arrived at the "connection" location in advance, which was the delivery site of the new batch of supplementary equipment received last night.

Because of the limited time and the impending war, everything was kept simple, and there was no grand ceremony on the scene. They simply put the cars in place and gathered the personnel to receive the equipment. They waited for the division commander to come over and say a few words to announce that the equipment was received, and then decided whether to go to the battlefield immediately based on the battlefield needs.