Chapter 980 Absent-Minded

Seeing the corpses of German soldiers hanging there so abruptly without anyone taking care of them, Malashenko, who always disposes of the corpses as soon as possible when leading his troops in battles, was a little curious as to who gave the order to leave these German corpses alone. order, and at the same time I was puzzled as to the reason.

"Look over there, Iushkin, a bunch of pathetic bastards."

As soon as Malashenko made a sound, Iushkin, who was holding the steering wheel to control the direction of travel, immediately turned his head and looked over and saw a pile of unattended German corpses like a hill.

"You're talking about that. When I came to the airport yesterday to go through the route and familiarize myself with it in advance, the pile of corpses was already there."

"Look at the snow on the wreckage of the plane, Comrade Commander, it must be at least thirty centimeters thick. You can imagine how long it has been since no one took care of the corpses of these Germans. They are indeed a pitiful bunch. bastard."

Just as Iushkin said.

Not only the body parts found by the German soldiers, but also the remains of the aircraft were covered with thick snow and had not been cleared for a long time.

The icy corpses that had long been frozen were mixed with steel debris, turning into an "iceberg" covered with snow.

But just like the countless ruins and remains of weapons in Stalingrad,

Everyone knows they are here, but as for why they were left here in the first place and were not dealt with in time, who would care more about them on the cruel battlefield?

If the battle had not already ended, Malashenko guessed that in his eyes, the scene in front of him would have been as ordinary as an ordinary battlefield scene, and would not have aroused the curiosity and surprise that it does now.

"It's better to take the time to find someone to ask."

Just when Malashenko reported this idea and was about to take action after getting off the car later, the Willys Jeep that came to the second checkpoint at the airport was suddenly blocked by a guard who raised his hand to signal. .

"Hello, comrade, please show your relevant documents. If you are coming to the airport to perform tasks, please also show relevant written orders. Thank you for your cooperation."

Far away, I saw a tank commander with a high rank sitting on a Willis jeep that had been supported by the Americans. Just from the shining pile of medals on the chest, you can see that the person is extraordinary and special.

The second lieutenant who started to raise his hand to call for stop from a distance of more than 20 meters suddenly regretted, because as the car got closer and closer, he seemed to gradually recognize who the man sitting in the passenger seat of the car was.

"Hey! That seems to be Comrade Malashenko! It's Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, he's coming, shut up first!"

The whispers of the soldiers on duty behind him reached the ears of the young lieutenant.

He looked at the young man sitting in the passenger seat in front of him who did not get out of the car, but gave a polite military salute, took out his ID from his arms, and handed it to him. His mouth was half open and he was speechless. The ensign suddenly didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong? Comrade Second Lieutenant. Didn't you want me to show you my ID? Now that it's here, you should perform your duties."

Malashenko, who was in a good mood, had a very relaxed tone, but Comrade Second Lieutenant, who had a sullen face, was completely different from this.

He looked at the man sitting in the passenger seat in front of him, and then at the ID card and vacation certificate handed to him.

The young second lieutenant finally realized that now was not the time for him to continue to be in a daze. The first thing he had to do was to quickly complete the process and then get out of the way. The big boss in front of him was not someone he could afford to offend.

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He quickly took the certificate and read it at a glance. The second lieutenant handed the certificate and certificate back with both hands. He immediately stood at attention and paid a military salute, and then blurted out a loud and upright report.

"Salute to you, Comrade Malashenko! Pitomnik Airport welcomes you!"

After collecting his documents, Malashenko smiled again and returned the favor to the young lieutenant whose name he didn't know before him. When he was about to let Iushkin's car continue to drive forward, he suddenly remembered something and turned again. He turned back to the young lieutenant and spoke quietly.

"I need to know the specific time of the plane's takeoff and landing, Comrade Second Lieutenant. Where is the headquarters of the airport garrison? I want to see the top commander here."

Malashenko explained clearly the ins and outs of his questioning.

When the young second lieutenant heard this, he naturally did not dare to neglect, and immediately responded to Malashenko.

"Over there, Comrade Malashenko, our division's headquarters continues along the road. You can find it about a kilometer past the bombed runway. Comrade Division Commander is commanding there. Can you Find him there."

The second lieutenant, who was worried that Malashenko would not be able to find his way, walked to the car and walked to Malashenko in person, describing it vividly with words and actions.

Malashenko, who was very grateful to the young second lieutenant, smiled and nodded, patted the other person's shoulder lightly and drove away quickly.

"It's unbelievable! Comrade Platoon Leader, you actually talked so much to Comrade Malashenko just now! He is a true hero of the Soviet Union and the number one ace commander of the tank unit."

"It would be nice if I had a camera just now. Maybe we could take a photo with Comrade Malashenko! Then I can send the photo back to my mother and tell her that I am fighting with the heroes, so that she will not worry about me so much." ”

The soldiers around him were chattering, but the young lieutenant who was still watching Malashenko go away was still very excited.

Comrade Malashenko just patted his shoulder! Doesn't this mean that he recognizes me? !

Now it's good, I have stories to tell when we drink and brag together in the future, and there will definitely be many people who envy me to death!

Of course, there will be more people who don't believe it and despise it, but it doesn't matter, as long as I know that this is the fact, isn't it enough? Disbelief and contempt can only mean that those people are jealous of me, which is really great!

"Well, what did the comrade say just now? Continue along this road and then cross the bombed airport runway? Is that right, Iushkin."

"I think so. I was just lighting a cigarette and can't remember clearly."

"What can I say to you at the critical moment? Can't you be more reliable? Just like when you conquered the Germans."

"These are two different things, comrade driver, completely different"

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Fortunately, Iushkin, who drove the car slowly for two circles, finally found the final destination according to the approximate direction of Malashenko's impression, and confirmed by asking for directions that the dilapidated hangar in front of him was undoubtedly the command center.

When Malashenko saw the highest garrison commander of the airport, the comrade of the division commander, the man who appeared in front of him really surprised Malashenko.