Chapter 793 9:30

“Definitely, absolutely, 100%”

“These are the words that only low-level field doctors or medical fraudsters would use to patients and their families, Comrade Commander.”

“There is never 100% and absolute in medicine! A small cold or even food allergies can kill a person, not to mention this is war. Humans are such fragile creatures! But fragile humans can create terrible weapons that can kill themselves hundreds of times with even one ten-thousandth of the power. It sounds ironic, right?”

“But that’s the fact. Humans have always been the most self-destructive creatures, always!”

“There are no absolutes or guarantees here, but I can say that I will do my best at any time! Whether it’s when I’m operating on you, saving those ordinary Red Army soldiers, or diagnosing Kirill now.”

It was not only Malashenko who was touched by these words who was silent, but also Karachev himself who felt that he might have said too much.

It wasn’t just a few seconds of silence. The first person to break the silence was Malashenko.

"Sorry, I was too anxious, Karachev. Forget about it. I don't mean to blame you. I hope you can understand me."

Karachev was obviously a little surprised to hear Malashenko say such a thing, but his expression quickly returned to normal and he replied in a normal tone.

"Me too, Comrade Commander. I'm sorry about this, very sorry! I will be like this when I hear others question my ability and my job. I offended many classmates because of this in college. They all said that I was a medical monster from Russia. Only my mentor can understand me. He always comforts me that such an attitude is precious and asks me to keep it up."

Karachev obviously has a tendency to talk too much, but in fact, he is only like this in front of Malashenko. Karachev is a person who does more than he says in his daily work. In addition to daily work communication, he has almost no other daily life communication with others. He has talked about this to Malashenko before.

Although Karachev himself is not very clear about this, Malashenko understands that this is a state that only people who are lonely in their hearts and choose to close their hearts to protect themselves will have. Combined with Karachev's growth experience, it can be said that this is not surprising.

Only in front of someone who can let him open his heart and reveal his secrets, will such a closed person show his other side or the true personality that has been hidden in his heart. Malashenko knows very well that he is such a trustworthy person to Karachev.

Having said that, Malashenko has a rough mental expectation of Kirill's next specific situation. Karachev's professional medical skills and meticulous attitude so far are indeed worthy of Malashenko's trust in him.

After a brief dispute, Kirill, as a bystander, has obviously improved a lot, and can even stand up again without support. Such a situation naturally further convinced Malashenko's trust and judgment in his heart.

After telling Ivushkin and Seryosha to continue to take care of Kirill, Malashenko, who was unaware of the crooked drooping tank cap on his head and didn't take it seriously, turned away and prepared to get busy with the next thing.

At this moment, Malashenko was still wearing a hospital gown that he had not changed into yet. With a crooked tank cap on his head, he looked so awkward. He looked like a madman who had a seizure in a mental hospital and shouted "I am the commander of the Red Army Guards Tank Regiment, a tank hero!", running out of the collapsed wall to cause chaos and scare the people.

Although Malashenko did not shout like this, and he did not have a seizure in a hospital gown

If he really shouted like this, it might scare the soldiers around him into a state of paralysis.

Malashenko, who kept stepping over corpses of various postures and different uniforms of the two armies, quickly found the person he was looking for.

Lavrinenko was commanding the troops to assemble and wait for the next order from the regiment commander as usual. Cleaning up the battlefield was generally something that the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment disdained to do. Besides, after having the PPSh submachine gun, there is no need to pick up those self-defense weapons with mediocre performance from the corpses of the Germans.

"How is it? What are the losses of the troops?"

Lavrinenko, who had just gathered the troops together and had no time to catch his breath, turned around and patted the two dusty black leather gloves in his hands, and then spoke quietly.

"Those Germans must have been beaten stupid! We lost 9 tanks in this battle, three of which were T34s whose tracks were broken and abandoned in time. Karamov has taken people to repair them, and they will probably be able to move again soon. But we lost two heavy tanks. One had all the people inside it killed, and the other had its turret flew more than 20 meters away."

"What do you think? I think this result is a bit unbelievable. How stupid are those Germans to be beaten like this? I thought we would suffer more than half of our casualties like the last battle at the tractor factory. This is simply a miracle!"

The heavy tank, which was like a precious treasure that was getting less and less with use and had not been replenished, was completely lost again. This was indeed a bit distressing for Malashenko.

But while feeling a little entangled in his heart, he turned around and looked at the wreckage of more than 30 German tanks, which accounted for the majority and were burning and smoking. At least the victory-loss ratio of 9:30 still made Maratha Shenke felt a lot more relieved.

"Actually, I think our losses are a bit too high. If the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was still in full strength and every crew had a radio station instead of using it on their own, our casualties might have been much smaller! This battle itself is our tactical advantage, and it is not surprising that it can be fought like this. When the T34 group rushed to the butts of those Germans, they were already destined to face such a defeat. "

After hearing this, Lavrinenko looked at each other and smiled with Malashenko, who seemed to have an unusual understanding of each other. He shook his head. The two people who have compatible personalities, know each other well, and are almost completely consistent can form a pair. This is very important to Lavrinenko. It's simply a wonderful thing to say.

"You are probably the only one in the entire Red Army tank unit who can say this. With a battle loss ratio of more than 9:30, if it were placed in other tank units, it would be directly reported to the front army headquarters for credit. But you are still here mumbling with a dissatisfied look on your face, it’s really your fault!”

Lavrinenko, who lightly punched Malashenko on the shoulder with a joking look on his face, was about to say something more. Unexpectedly, a figure running towards him forcefully interrupted him before he could say anything. And arrived.

"You must be Comrade Malashenko! Haha, you are the great savior of our regiment! Comrade leader!"