Chapter 677: Worms

The news brought by Iushkin basically matches Valena's self-narration and is completely consistent.

After hearing this, Malashenko felt that the conclusion had been drawn and stopped thinking about it. He then turned around and whispered a few words to Iushkin's ear and patted his shoulder.

Iushkin understood and immediately left in the original direction. After Malashenko told Valena to wait for him with the child, he turned back to his car and climbed onto the turret.

"Comrade commander, what happened outside?"

Seryozha, who was left alone in the car, turned around and looked at Malashenko who had returned to the turret and asked. Malashenko, who was busy looking for the cloth bags and storage boxes hanging in the turret, answered carelessly.

"Seryosha, where are the cans of meat and sausages that we got from the German prisoners of war?"

"Uh, they are with me, comrade car commander. Iushkin gave them to me for safekeeping, saying that we will have a midnight snack after we arrive at the train station."

"Very good, give them to me now."

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Seryosha, who didn't know what was going on, hesitated for a moment and quickly followed Malashenko's orders. Malashenko took the cloth bag from Seryosha, opened it and looked inside.

After making sure that there were enough things, he reached out and stuffed the two unopened paper-wrapped breads that he had found out of the turret storage basket into the basket. He weighed them in his hand and felt that they weighed about ten kilograms. Then he climbed out of the turret again with the cloth bag without saying a word.

When Malashenko returned to Valena again, Iushkin and Igor had just returned with the two militiamen, and everyone gathered at the same place again.

Holding a bag full of food in his hand, Malashenko first handed it to Valena in front of him, and then turned around and spoke to the militia squad leader who made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'll give her a bag of food. Your task is to ensure that the food can be eaten quietly by her family of four. I don't want to hear any excuses, I just want the final result."

"I am Malashenko, the lieutenant colonel and commander of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. You can report my name to your superiors or anyone else. In addition, it is best not to have uneven distribution of supplies! Look at you now, you are even more energetic than the soldiers under my command."

At this critical moment, the militiamen who stayed in the rear city were even more energetic than the soldiers of the Guards Tank Regiment on the front line. Malashenko's words were no longer meant to be taken seriously, but were asking for the life of the militia squad leader.

Frightened by Malashenko's horrifying words, the militia squad leader, who had tampered with the distribution of supplies in order to have more food and cigarettes to smoke, was trembling with fear.

Malashenko is a name that has appeared frequently in the besieged city of Stalingrad recently.

The Red Army's propaganda department portrayed the tank hero Malashenko as an extremely glorious and positive image, fighting side by side with the soldiers, to inspire morale and inspire the soldiers' determination to bravely fight the enemy and defend their country.

The civilian propaganda department in the city also followed suit, triggering a large number of leaflets with Malashenko's portraits and photos with the front-line soldiers, which were distributed in large quantities in the city with the title "Tank Hero in the Great City Defending the Leader's Name".

In some urgently printed newspapers, reports on the battle situation of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment were even typeset under Zhukov's portrait on the front page. Even the illiterate children and the elderly in the city could call out Malashenko's name.

And now, he was unexpectedly targeted by such a person and remembered by him. Just thinking about this made the militia squad leader feel creepy and shudder. He was a social veteran before the war and knew very well what the consequences would be.

Malashenko, with a fake smile, patted the militia squad leader on the shoulder with a slightly scary smile and turned away.

He was disdainful of this scum who abused his power in the distribution of materials and tampered with the refugees. He learned all the truth from the young Alexei with a little threat and intimidation. Lieutenant Igor and Iushkin, who were ordered by Malashenko to do this, followed him and left. Before leaving, they did not forget to glare at this scum with their sharp eyes that could peel off human skin.

Adults' affairs are limited to the world of adults. The two young daughters left by the hero could not understand what had just happened.

"Mom, what did that uncle give us? What are you holding in your hand?"

The young mother, with tears already flowing from her eyes, leaned down slightly and gently caressed her daughter's little head. This country, this nation, and everything that has happened and is happening around her still make her heart full of beautiful expectations for tomorrow.

"It is hope, my child, the real Red Army uncle left us the hope of survival."

The re-started 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment of the Guards ended this several-minute episode and set off again. Malashenko, who still hung half of his body outside the turret, held a cigarette in his mouth and enjoyed the coolness of the night. The world without the sound of gunfire, only the grinding of tracks and the roar of engines, was a little less colorful for Malashenko.

"What are you going to do with that scum? Will you let him continue to harm the refugees?"

Iushkin, who also had a cigarette in his hand, opened the top cover and leaned half of his body out of the turret beside Malashenko.

Malashenko took a deep puff of cigarette and answered Iushkin's question without even thinking.

"Just mention it when you contact the army headquarters or the front headquarters. If this scum stays in his position, it will cause big problems sooner or later. Since I met him, it's his bad luck. Giving him a rifle and letting him fight the Germans is the best result."

Iushkin flicked the ash in his hand and smiled slightly. He was obviously not surprised by the answer of the commander who had been with him for more than a year.

"Yes, this is your style of doing things, and it is also one of the reasons why I admire you."

"But you gave away all the midnight snacks for our entire crew for free, and I let it go when I think of this."

It can be predicted that the greedy Iushkin will definitely be depressed about this matter, and Malashenko smiled and flicked away the burnt cigarette butt in his hand and spoke calmly.

"But some things are always worth doing, aren't they?"