Chapter 976: Getting Ready to Go (Revised)

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When he woke up the next morning, it was already noon. Malashenko couldn't remember how long it had been since he had slept in.

The two-week vacation that Vatutin granted to Malashenko started today. After waking up from a good sleep, Malashenko no longer had to think about how to fuck more Germans today. This kind of comfort of being able to sit comfortably by the bed and smoke a cigarette, and then slowly get dressed and get up, really made Malashenko feel as if he was living in a fairyland.

As for what happened last night, Malashenko, who was accustomed to the alternation of emotions, had already learned to accept reality.

People who live in memories can never move towards the future. Malashenko is very clear about this in his heart, and naturally knows what he should do.

"I don't know which train to take today. I didn't even have a planned route table before. It's too sudden to have a good vacation."

Scratching his head and extinguishing the cigarette, Malashenko, who didn't even know how he slept in the bed last night, noticed his clothes.

The long-sleeved military uniform covered with blood, mud, and sweat was as hard as a burnt teppanyaki. Malashenko reached out and flicked the chest part of the uniform, and even felt that his fingers could not move.

When was the last time he changed clothes? God knows when it was.

Malashenko, who had worn his clothes like a piece of iron, felt that there was no need to wash them again, so he simply rolled up the clothes with both hands and threw them directly into the garbage basin at the end of the bed.

Then he stretched his head to look under the bed, and as expected, he found the luggage bag that someone had stuffed under the bed for him.

Malashenko opened the buttons and rummaged in the bag, and took out the brand new tank colonel officer uniform that he had never worn once, and continued to rummage and pulled out the white shirt and military coat that he was wearing inside.

Malashenko, who did not plan to put on the clothes immediately, folded them one by one and hung them on his arm first. Then he held the basin he had not used for washing for a long time, put a cigarette in his mouth, lit a fire, and turned to walk out the door. To be precise, Malashenko did not even know where he was now.

"Yes, that's it for now. Tell Battalion Commander Kurbalov to come to the brigade headquarters for a meeting at 1 pm, and bring this document to him. If there are no problems, let him sign it and bring it to me at the afternoon meeting. Remember to remind him not to forget it. Go."

"Okay, comrade political commissar, I'll go right away."

Malashenko, with clothes on his arm, a basin in his arms, and a cigarette in his mouth, leaned against the door in a dirty shirt like a gangster, waiting with interest for the moment when Political Commissar Petrov turned his head.

"Hmm? Are you awake? It's only half past eight. I thought you would sleep until at least twelve."

Putting the cigarette in his mouth into his hand, Malashenko looked very relaxed with a smile on his face.

"Tell me if there is a place to take a shower in the brigade headquarters. Don't tell me there is no place to take a shower. I smell like a moving garbage dump. I can't go home to see Natalia like this."

Political Commissar Petrov, who gently threw the folder in his hand on the table and closed the pen cap with one hand, smiled and shook his head.

"I knew you would make such a request. If there is no hot water, I will find a way to make some for you."

"Go to the bathroom on the first floor. There are things you need there."

Malashenko, who felt that no one understood him better than the political commissar, patted Political Commissar Petrov on the shoulder, then walked downstairs through the hall with a pile of things in his arms.

Political Commissar Petrov, who had been watching Malashenko walk down the stairs, curled his lips, and when he turned around again, his expression was indeed a little envious.

"It's good to be young! At least there's a beautiful girl waiting for you at home, unlike me, who will live alone until old age"

Is the political commissar talking to himself or sighing?

Not necessarily, at least the chief of staff who was sitting opposite the table thought that this was meant for him.

"But it's not too late for you to find one now, comrade political commissar. I can assure you that there are many girls in their twenties who want to marry a man like you"

"Solid, mature, reliable, and a hero, these are the most powerful secret weapons, comrade political commissar."

Girls in their twenties? There are still many?

Commissar Petrov smiled bitterly and shook his head. His old bones couldn't stand the tossing, and this joke was not funny.

"I'll just leave it at that. I think it's good to watch you young people grow up."

"What are you talking about, comrade political commissar? I don't think I'm much younger than you. At least we should be considered equals."

"But you still have to call me brother. If we really go by seniority, isn't that what I'm saying? Young man."

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In terms of bickering, the only person in the entire First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade who can compete with Political Commissar Petrov is probably Malashenko.

The chief of staff smiled and shook his head, knowing that it would be boring to continue to argue, and then continued to devote himself to work and began to correct the documents in front of him.

Political Commissar Petrov was also busy preparing materials for the afternoon meeting. If Malashenko was not there, he would have to be responsible for the work that the brigade commander should have done, but Political Commissar Petrov himself had no complaints about this.

Compared to Malashenko who led the troops to charge into battle, he was not so conscientious because he could only stay in the brigade headquarters in the rear due to his physical disability.

If he couldn't even do the pen-wielding work in the rear, Political Commissar Petrov felt that it was time for him to consider retirement, because that would only mean that his brain was starting to work a little bit, and he would only have to go home to retire.

At the same time, Malashenko, whose dirty clothes were thrown all over the bathroom, had already sunk into the iron bucket and started to enjoy himself.

Every pore on his body was stretched out in the hot water of just the right temperature, which really made our brigade commander comrade comfortable. He really wanted to hum like a well-fed old sow.

"Ah~~~ It's so good, taking a hot bath is simply heaven, fuck your mother's Nazi fascist pig!"

Malashenko, who was so happy that he didn't forget to curse the enemy, was not only enjoying the beauty, but also thinking about whether there was anything he hadn't done before leaving.

"It seems like there is nothing left to do. I have almost finished all the things that need to be done."

"I will just take the train after I finish washing and packing. I don't have much time to dawdle any more."