Chapter 711: Being in the United States

According to Malashenko's memory when he inspected the defense at the train station, this building with half of its roof collapsed should have been a train repair engine room, with rails connected to the door so that the locomotive could be easily driven over.

After the emergency deployment of the train station began, all important equipment here was cleared, and the repaired and unrepaired locomotives were all removed regardless of their conditions.

After the evacuation of the empty computer room, only a few pieces of tattered scrap metal and some rotten wooden beams with no recycling value were left.

Malashenko originally planned to deploy defenders here and transform it into a fortress to hold firmly.

However, after surveying the overall load-bearing structure of the house, the engineering troops reported to Malashenko that the load-bearing structure of the house was too single and did not have the ability to keep the entire building from collapsing even if part of the load-bearing structure was damaged. Because this historic train repair engine room was built at least thirty years ago, it is too old in terms of age and design.

Malashenko, who was still a little confused at first, gradually understood what the engineer company commander wanted to express through further communication.

To sum it up in simple and straightforward words, this train repair engine room is one of those types where if one load-bearing column is blown off, the entire house may collapse completely. It is completely incomparable to a waiting hall with a solid structure. Even if a load-bearing column is blown off, the latter will only partially collapse with little impact. After temporary reinforcement, it is quite suitable to be used as a solid building. The fort is garrisoned.

But now, this more dangerous building, which Malashenko chose to abandon defense when setting up defenses, has become a place for military doctors and nurses to work and the wounded to shelter from wind and rain, even though half of it was destroyed by the bomb. This situation is inevitable. Malashenko felt a strong and unprecedented sense of irony in his heart.

Malashenko, who said nothing, stopped and stared for half a minute and then chose to move on.

The right half of the entire building had been completely destroyed by aerial bombs dropped by German bombers. Malashenko didn't even have to look for the main entrance to enter this field hospital. The huge gap in the collapsed wall was like a big open mouth. Generally, everyone is free to come and go.

While holding the umbrella diagonally behind his back, he raised his head and looked at the ruins standing in front of him. The remaining left half of the building still had about half of the ceiling hanging above his head, but even so, it looked like It is also very dangerous.

The load-bearing structure of the main body of the house is even more pessimistic. Needless to say, the right half of the house that was completely destroyed by the bombing has now been turned into a whole piece of ruins. The masonry and stone have no trace of the load-bearing columns. The only left half of the building is not much better. Malashenko can even I saw obvious thumb-wide cracks on the load-bearing columns built against the wall.

This level of safety factor may not even be needed by German bombers. A few three-horse vehicles would drive over and fire seven or eight cannons, which would probably completely blow up the train repair engine room, which only had "half of it left".

"It's better to choose a new place for them as soon as possible. It won't be a problem if this continues."

As the leader of the regiment, Malashenko set foot on the ruins with a heavy heart that felt guilty for the wounded and medical staff. When he saw someone coming, he took the initiative to run over to greet him. It was a man in a white coat. Young military doctor.

"Captain Malashenko! Did you come here alone?"

The question posed by the young male military doctor wearing glasses made Malashenko feel a little strange: Do I need a condolence group to come with me?

"Yes, it's just me, why would I ask that?"

Shaking the umbrella covered with raindrops in his hand, he folded it up and closed it, and his reply to Malashenko seemed a little awkward.

"Well, I think you misunderstood, comrade leader. Because last night and this morning it was Petrov, the political commissar, who came to inspect the work and condolences to the wounded, so your coming here in person this time is somewhat, uh, a bit unexpected. "

After hearing this answer, Malashenko couldn't help laughing.

Because he was not in combat status and the weather was still a little cold, at this moment Malashenko was no longer in the usual battle attire of a tank soldier, but in the uniform of a lieutenant colonel with a large-brimmed hat covering his head.

Running around in combat uniform all day made Malashenko somewhat miss his regular lieutenant colonel uniform that he had not worn for a long time. In addition, political commissar Petrov also suggested that Malashenko dress up more energetically and pay attention to his appearance before going to visit the wounded. , and finally got Malashenko’s rarely seen outfit now.

He stretched out his right hand and gently patted the shoulder of the young male military doctor in front of him. Malashenko, with a smile on his face, then gave an order.

"Take me to see the wounded. Let's go see the seriously injured first. By the way, tell me about your current treatment situation."

On the way to the seriously wounded area, Malashenko learned that the young military doctor next to him had quite a high profile!

Dr. Karachev's father was a landowner who fled to the United States with money during the Tsarist Russia. At that time, Dr. Karachev was still a 2-year-old kid with no memory.

Kalachev, who has grown up in the United States for as long as he can remember, knows that his hometown is on the other side of the Bering Strait, in the former Tsarist Russian Empire and now the Red Soviet Union.

His father told him that it was the Bolshevik persecution that led to their exile in the United States, but Karachev's mother was a kind and loving mother. She always told her son to return to his hometown when he had the chance, even if the flag flying on that land was a bright red flag.

Because when they fled from Tsarist Russia to the United States, they brought out almost all the money that the family had accumulated as landlords for hundreds of years. In addition, Karachev's father was smart and knew how to do business. He ran some Russian-style restaurants in Maryland to make money. He also got to know the sheriff in the town and became an American "brother".

So the Karachev family lived a good life in the United States. At least Karachev's childhood was better than 80% of the children around him, and he could also afford to go to the expensive private university medical department: Johns Hopkins University.

The outbreak of the Great Patriotic War made Karachev, who had just completed his graduation thesis, lose his soul.

This impulsive young man insisted on returning to his motherland to contribute his own strength. His father could not persuade his mother who was speaking for his son. Karachev used a boat ticket to sail across the ocean and finally returned to his motherland after more than 20 years away.

Some strict review procedures are necessary.

After basically confirming that the young Russian-American with a medical degree from Johns Hopkins University was not a spy sent by the United States to spy on intelligence, but sincerely wanted to contribute to the motherland and the heroic Soviet Red Army.

Dr. Karachev was finally assigned to the Southwestern Front as a chief surgeon in early 1942. His unit was the infantry division led by Division Commander Cherchenkov.

The reason why he appeared in the field hospital of the Malashenko Regiment was that he was temporarily transferred due to a shortage of manpower.