Chapter 977: A Plane on the Way (Revised)

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The big iron bucket for bathing that Commissar Petrov arranged for Malashenko was actually made from a used-up iron bucket for diesel.

After taking a good soak in the diesel barrel, Malashenko didn't realize anything was wrong until he came out. He was just taking off his clothes and jumping in, but he didn't notice it for a while. Malashenko, who looked disgusted, suddenly felt as if something was stuck to his body. There is a thick layer of diesel, although the barrel does look very clean.

"Why is it just a barrel of diesel? I deal with this bullshit diesel every day, and I don't even let me go on vacation. What kind of evil have you done!?"

Malashenko, who couldn't express his hatred for just complaining, couldn't help but subconsciously kicked the bucket with a little force, but he forgot that he was not wearing shoes at this moment, so he kicked it with his bare feet. It's really quite painful.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! My feet! Damn your damn diesel, fuck!"

At the same time, two communications staff members passing by the bathroom door also noticed something unusual.

"Did you hear something just now? Was someone shouting something in the bathroom?"

"It sounds like it's Comrade Brigadier. I think it's better not to open the door and go in. Comrade Brigadier went back on vacation today and must be taking a shower inside now."

"Oh, I really envy Comrade Brigadier. I also want to take a leave to go home and see my mother.

"I think we should wait until Comrade Brigade Commander comes back. Comrade Political Commissar will not approve your vacation. Now is the busiest time for the brigade headquarters. There are many things to be counted every day and a lot of help is needed."

The two young staff officers chatting without saying a word walked further and further away. Malashenko, who had put on a new suit of clothes, was already standing in front of the mirror and began to arrange his last appearance before departure.

All the medals I have received so far have been pinned up, and the weight hanging on my chest is indeed very heavy.

But the most eye-catching thing among them is undoubtedly the Hero of the Soviet Union medal. Its shining golden appearance is very attractive just by looking at it in front of the mirror.

Malashenko, who became more and more delighted as he looked at it, smiled with satisfaction. He took his large-brimmed military hat from the clothes rack on the side, put it on the top of his forehead, carefully adjusted the position, and then released his hands.

The hunk in the mirror is indeed a talented and extremely handsome man. Although the tall man of 1.9 meters was quite uncomfortable when he was in the tank, at this moment he is the most handsome and handsome man in the world.

"That's it, let's go!"

Malashenko, who was wearing handsome new clothes, first returned to the second floor to say goodbye to political commissar Petrov and others. He then strolled outside to check on the situation of the troops. Lavrinenko, who had just returned, happened to be there too.

Seeing Malashenko in regular uniform and hanging a lot of medals, Lavrinenko, who almost didn't recognize him, couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that my fiancée is more important. I even took out the new clothes that I have been hiding and reluctant to wear. I have never seen you wearing this set of clothes before."

Lavrinenko often had "awkward chats" with Malashenko on weekdays. Malashenko, who knew his old classmate well, also picked up the conversation and replied.

"Do you still want me to show you new clothes? If you can turn into a beautiful girl, I can wear them, but it's a pity that you can't change in this life."

"Hahaha!"

The people watching all this in a relaxed and happy mood burst into laughter. The brigade commander and deputy brigade commander comrades are always happy when they are together.

Lavrinenko gave Malashenko a big bear hug before saying goodbye for the last time. Lavrinenko also patted Malashenko on the shoulder before saying goodbye. He was sincerely happy that Malashenko could go home to see him.

"When you get back, remember to say hello to Natalia for me. I haven't seen her for many years since I was a student, so I wish her to always be as beautiful as she was when she was 18."

Malashenko, who also looked serious, nodded, and then spoke quietly again as if he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, don't you take the time to go home and take a look? If I remember correctly, you shouldn't have been home for a year."

Facing Malashenko's question, Lavrinenko shook his head, with a smile on his lips.

"It's impossible for the brigade commander and deputy brigade commander to go home on vacation at the same time, right? At least one person must stay on duty. Let's talk about my affairs after you come back. You can finish your own affairs first."

Malashenko, who thought this was right, nodded. After shaking hands and greeting all the comrades on duty in the brigade headquarters, he grabbed his luggage bag, turned around and left, disappearing into the corridor leading to the first floor. In the stairwell.

The driver responsible for driving Malashenko away was still Iushkin.

When Malashenko walked out of the door on the first floor with a luggage bag in his hand, Iushkin, who parked his car at the door, immediately sat in the driver's seat and waved to Malashenko.

"Hey! Comrade Commander, this way!"

Turning his head in the direction of the sound, Malashenko immediately saw the figure of Iushkin and the white Willys Jeep.

"Comrade Political Commissar asked you to see me off? Didn't he tell you where I should take the train?"

Malashenko, who opened the car door and got into the passenger seat, still didn't know where he should take the train. Perhaps he was spoiled by Commissar Petrov and lost his ability to take care of himself. But Malashenko, who only cared about the war, But he didn't notice that his political commissar had taken care of almost all the complicated affairs for him. He just felt that life was as usual and everything was business as usual.

However, what Malashenko did not expect was that the means of transportation he was going to take this time was not a train. The attentive political commissar directly arranged a plane for him! Although it was just on the way.

"Go to Pitomnik Airport, comrade driver! Since it was recaptured by our Red Army, it has been leveling the runway, cleaning up the wreckage, and resuming use as soon as possible. So far, it can take off and land front-line bombers and transport planes, and fighter planes are no problem."

"Comrade political commissar told me that there will be a special plane to Moscow at 12 noon. He has contacted and notified us in advance. There are some people returning to Moscow to report on their work and take a vacation. We can just catch up and there is still plenty of time!"

Malashenko thought he would take a sealed car home, but he didn't expect to be so lucky to catch a plane. His gratitude to comrade political commissar really increased a lot.

"That's great, it can save a lot of time. I was thinking about whether to bring a few books to kill time on the train, but it seems that this is not necessary."

"Who said it wasn't? Comrade conductor, you must thank Comrade Political Commissar."

"Yes, you have to do it, but you have to wait until I come back."

The two brothers Malashenko and Ivushkin, who were talking and laughing, disappeared in a Willys Jeep.

It was at this time that Anya, who was late and had no idea that Malashenko had already run away, just hurried to the second floor of the brigade headquarters and saw Comrade Political Commissar who was about to eat something to fill his stomach.