Chapter 3169 You Are so Fat that You Can’t Even Get Into the Tank Hatch

The preparation time passed quickly, and the leader army, which had regained its mobility in just three days, quickly set out again.

When they arrived in Changchun, the local people, who had seen the Japanese army's brutality and cruelty to innocent people and had been persecuted for many years, were still very afraid of the leader army, which was also a foreign army.

Fortunately, Chen Weiguo, who had returned to his hometown, helped with military propaganda and brought his comrades with him, so that the people soon knew that "General Malashenko's leader army was here to help us fight the Japanese devils."

In addition, the military discipline issues that had been managed and handled by the political commissar for a long time made the leader army completely harmless to civilians.

Even if there were requisitions of materials and houses, they were paid for with consent, and there was no bullying of men and women.

So when the leader army left Changchun and the troops set out again, the farewell they received was completely beyond their expectations.

It may be a bit exaggerated to say that the streets were empty, but it was definitely a farewell.

Because Malashenko had not been on the battlefield for too long, his own commander's car, the IS7 heavy tank with the turret call sign 177, had been on standby.

Iushkin almost forgot when he last went to the battlefield.

At first, he was not used to it, but he slowly calmed down his restless heart during the war years.

He began to follow the advice of the tank commander comrade Malashenko, using his spare time to read textbooks on tank command and try to learn by himself. Occasionally, he would take a notebook to ask Malashenko if he had questions he didn't understand.

At the same time, he also served as the acting tank commander when Malashenko was away, responsible for some daily vehicle maintenance and other miscellaneous tasks, finally finding something for this top ace gunner of the leader army who couldn't rest.

At the moment, Iushkin did not stay at his post, or even in the tank, but sat directly on the turret and moved with the vehicle to better enjoy the scenery.

The huge but not bulky IS7 heavy tank drove on the street, and was specially equipped with rubber track plates to prevent the street from being damaged. After all, if this 70-ton big guy really uses the steel tracks used in daily combat to roll up, the road surface where it passes will be gone.

On the left and right sides of the IS7 are the infantry soldiers of the leader army. In order to facilitate interaction with the people and get closer, they chose to get off the car and walk instead of riding the infantry fighting vehicle.

Looking at the enthusiastic cheering crowds on both sides of the street, he looked up at the Chinese and Russian bilingual banners across the street.

Iushkin, who was quite emotional, couldn't help but say to Artyom, the main loader beside him, who also leaned out of the turret to see the scenery.

"We have been to many places since we went abroad to fight, but we have never received such a warm welcome."

"Especially those Suka Polish ghosts. I am angry when I think about it now. Those guys even fought us and the Germans together. I have never seen such impatient idiots."

"As a result, the Germans took care of them before we could make a move. What do you think those guys were thinking? Is it a brain or something else in their heads?"

Artyom, who was smoking a cigarette, waved his hand with an expression of "who knows what".

Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly stretched out his hand and took the wildflower bouquet thrown by a female student on the street. He smiled and raised his hand to the girl to return a military salute, and then he spoke to Iushkin beside him with flowers in his hands.

"It's good to be popular, but the food here is really delicious. The stew was sent by the auntie who lives next to our barracks last night. To be honest, I really want to eat it again, but it's much better than the stew made by my wife."

Malachenko had guessed long ago that the taste of Northeastern cuisine would suit the soldiers' appetite. It is full and substantial, which is in line with the needs of military meals.

It is also to let the soldiers experience the local characteristics and to bring the military and the people closer.

Malachenko and the political commissar discussed it and simply distributed all the fresh meat ingredients confiscated from the Japanese army and various puppet army traitors to the people.

This is of course free of charge. Everyone just needs to have a meal at home and send a portion to the Red Army to try.

So, in the past few days in Changchun, the soldiers of the leader's army can eat local specialties almost every day. That guy is full of all kinds of big iron pots of stewed meat and pancakes.

Even though Iushkin is silent now, he was the one who devoured meat the most last night.

He was eating cornmeal pancakes in one hand and stewing pork elbow in the other. He was so full of oil that he almost swallowed the iron pot.

Now, when he heard Artyom say that the food here is delicious, Iushkin, who agreed with it very much, nodded like a woodpecker.

"Indeed, it would be great if I could stay for a while after I finish dealing with these Japanese devils. I haven't eaten enough."

Upon hearing what Iushkin said, Artyom immediately curled his lips.

"You haven't eaten enough? Save it now. With the way you ate last night, I think you will be so fat that you can't even get into the hatch of a tank in less than half a month. You ate more than three people. I wonder how you ate so much. That's half a pot of meat."

"Really? Did I really eat so much? Why don't I remember it?"

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Artyom shook his head and was too lazy to talk nonsense. The IS7 heavy tanks passing through the street had already driven out of the city and arrived at the outskirts of the city.

Looking at the combat troops belonging to the Kulbarov Division leaving the city and moving all the way away, Iushkin, who suddenly felt itchy and wanted to fight again, couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, sometimes I think it would be nice if I could go to the combat troops, even if I was a gunner, at least I could blow up those Japanese devils with my own hands."

"Really? I allow you to reorganize your words and give you another chance to speak."

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Before I finished my complaint, I suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me.

Iushkin turned his head and found that the tank commander, who was wearing a tank soldier's combat uniform instead of a lieutenant general's uniform, was standing in front of him, looking at him with a "kind" smile.

Malashenko, who was just threatening, didn't think about playing around too much, and immediately regained his serious expression. While climbing onto the tank, he called out to Iushkin to get on board quickly.

"Don't you always want to do something big? Let's go, I'll take you to capture the commander of the Kwantung Army alive."