Chapter 981 Old Comrade

"Captain Cherchenkov!"

"It's you!? Comrade Malashenko!"

Hahaha——

The scene of the old comrades hugging each other as soon as they met was enough to make people feel their true feelings for each other.

With a hearty laugh, he patted Malashenko's back to express his long-lost feelings for the reunion. The generous commander Cherchenkov always felt that he and Malashenko had similar personalities, and they cooperated very well when fighting side by side, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

Commander Cherchenkov, who had always missed his old comrade, was surprised to see Malashenko after a long absence at the airport he was responsible for guarding.

"I saw it all, on the front page of Pravda!"

"I have to say, Malashenko, you made that old bastard Paulus bow down and bow, and I never get tired of watching it! I will still fall in love with that Pravda even if I read it a thousand times! Ha, this old bastard owes our motherland and the entire Red Army, he deserves it! He is lucky to be alive, you did a great job! Malashenko, my good brother!"

After hugging each other, without saying a word, he was immediately praised by the division commander Chelchenkov. Even though our brigade commander comrade has a thicker skin than a city wall, he still scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"I didn't think too much at the time, I just felt that I had to take revenge for all the dead people in Stalingrad, all the Red Army soldiers and all the officers and soldiers!"

"These Nazi bastards are heinous invaders! They destroyed our homes, trampled on our land, and devalued our red faith like the excrement in the toilet! They were happy when they fought to the death, and when they saw that they couldn't win, they raised their hands and surrendered to save their lives. Where in the world is there such a good thing? They must pay a price!"

When Division Commander Chelchenkov heard this, he smiled like a flower and couldn't close his mouth.

Then he put his arm around Malashenko's shoulders like a good brother in the underworld, and spoke to the deputy political commander and chief of staff beside him.

"We should record these words and let our comrades study them well!"

"It has to be said that some of our soldiers and grassroots commanders lack the spirit of Comrade Malashenko! What else can we say in the face of those dirty Nazi fascists? Use the most severe punishment to strike and eliminate them! This is the attitude we should have when dealing with the enemy!"

"In the future, our division can no longer easily accept the surrender of those Germans! Fight if you want to fight, surrender if you want to surrender. Is the battlefield their training ground? We set the rules, and the heroic Red Army is the ultimate winner!"

Looking at the heroic division commander comrade holding Malashenko's shoulders, waving his big hands and issuing orders, the chief of staff and the deputy political commander smiled at the same time.

"No problem, you have the final say, Comrade Division Commander, I will find someone to record it."

"Of course, Comrade Division Commander, this is worth making into a special learning material and distributing it, which will inevitably increase the combat strength and morale of our division."

Malachenko, who came from the future, never believed that any race in the world is inherently lowly and inferior.

Because even among the black Americans whose notoriety spread all over the world, there are people like MJ who are worthy of respect and even God loves them.

So what if they are Jews?

Division Commander Cheerchenkov has almost all the qualities of excellent commanders and fighters that he can see.

He is brave, resolute, and tenacious. When the war is not going well, he will go to the front line to cheer up the soldiers and share life and death with them until they win a turnaround, repel the enemy, or achieve a breakthrough. When the war is going well, he will sit in the command center to grasp every precise opportunity to ensure that it will not be regrettably fleeting in his hands, and lead the entire command center to operate like a precision machine.

Being able to see Division Commander Cheerchenkov again also made Malashenko himself very happy.

Since the farewell battle at the train station, Malashenko has never heard any news about Division Commander Cheerchenkov and his troops.

After getting out of the purgatory of the train station, Malashenko clearly knew how persistent and morbidly obsessed the Germans were with this strategic location.

Division Commander Cheerchenkov's troops had suffered a heavy blow. Malashenko worried more than once whether this Jewish division commander, who had a similar personality to him, would sacrifice for the motherland on that passionate land soaked in blood like thousands of unknown Red Army martyrs.

Fortunately, Division Commander Cheerchenkov was now wearing all the parts of his body, and he stood in front of Malashenko without losing a single hair.

For Malashenko, who had lost too many important things in the war, such a result was already the best and it was enough.

Seeing that Malashenko in front of him hadn't spoken for a long time, the still smiling Division Commander Chelchenkov spoke again quietly.

"Are you here to the airport specifically to find me this time? Or do you have any official business to do? My good brother."

Malashenko, who had been immersed in his feelings for a long time and had no time to speak, responded with a smile and opened his mouth to answer.

"It's not an official business, it's almost my personal business. But I really didn't expect to meet you here. I didn't know that the current garrison at the airport is your division. Did you take down this place and eliminate the German troops?"

"Well, it can be said, but not entirely."

After thinking for a moment, Commander Cherchenkov did not let Malashenko wait too long. After pulling out a chair and gesturing for Malashenko to sit down and talk, he immediately sat on the chair and answered.

"Pitomnik Airport has always been a strategic location for the Germans. The superiors know how important this place is to the Germans. Once they attack this place, it will be like kicking that old bastard Paulus in the crotch!" This will trigger a very violent chain effect, and all the surrounding German troops will definitely reinforce here like crazy, which is what we expected at first. "

"The superiors assigned our division a tank regiment as an offensive force, an infantry division and a tank regiment as the spearhead to capture Pitomnik Airport. At least to test it out first. If the enemy resists desperately and is too tenacious, we will retreat first to gather strength. More powerful offensive energy to avoid being held back by the enemy and counter-surrounded by German reinforcements, this is what the order book says. "

Commander Cherchenkov seemed a little tired when he said that. He grabbed the water glass on the table and took a sip for himself. Then he reached out and pulled the cigarette box beside his arm, and took out two cigarettes for himself and Malashenko. One by one, they caught fire.

"But when the actual battle started, we found that the actual situation we encountered was completely different from what we originally expected!"