Steel Soviet Union

After a tiring day, Malashenko did not stay up for too long. After guessing that the time was almost up, he went to bed early to recharge his batteries and prepare for tomorrow's battle.

After watching the division commander go to sleep, the political commissar chose to stay and continue working the night shift.

It's not that something big will happen tonight and someone must be on duty. In this situation, even the political commissar feels that the Germans can't make any big waves.

The main reason is that Comrade Political Commissar has a mountain of reports that were just compiled today. It stands to reason that many of these things are the responsibility of Malashenko and the division commander. But considering that Malashenko will go to the battlefield tomorrow and go to the front line to command the battle, the political commissar simply took over all these tasks and did them himself.

Malashenko just needs to have a good sleep and be full of energy for tomorrow's battle. It's that simple.

Malashenko, who was lying on a simple camp bed, would also be thinking, I wonder what Natalia is doing in distant Moscow at this moment? Already asleep? Or are you just lying in bed and thinking about something like yourself?

Malashenko, who was just killing time before going to bed, suddenly started snoring loudly and loudly. Even the political commissar working outside could hear him clearly. He was a so-called "heartless" rough man. Just fell asleep so quickly.

"Go to sleep. Having time to sleep is also a blessing. Just think of it as compensation for the whole day of running and fighting during the day."

When he woke up, it was already time for the sun to rise. Malashenko, who was sitting on the bedside and rubbing his eyes, felt that he had a lot of dreams last night, but he covered his head and thought about it for a while but could not remember the dreams. After reaching something, in the end he could only take out his cigarette case, touch a cigarette and put it in his mouth, put on his coat, lit the cigarette, then stood up and pushed the door open.

"Damn, I must have been awake all night again."

The first thing he said when he got up in the morning was an exclamation, because as soon as Malashenko opened the door and walked out, he saw Comrade Political Commissar sleeping on the table, with a piece of paper under his arm that he didn't know whether he had finished or not. Files, sleep soundly.

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Malashenko, who did not say anything else, took off his coat on the clothes rack beside him, slowly walked forward and put it on Commissar Petrov, not wanting to wake him up. The temperature difference between day and night in the grassland in this season is still different. Big thief.

But even such a slight movement was not effective. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who had developed the habit of sleeping lightly for many years, opened his eyes and woke up the moment he felt the change in the weight of the clothes on his body, and immediately raised his head subconsciously. He started to look around and found that Malashenko was standing next to him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What kind of rest is sleeping on the table? Just throw away these wipes when you feel sleepy. Your body is the capital of revolution. You can't risk your life for these crappy things."

Before Comrade Political Commissar could speak, Malashenko's words came out with a barrage of harsh words of advice. After hearing this, Comrade Comrade Political Commissar just smiled casually after calming down.

"What value does my body have? There is not much time left. I must seize the last moment to do more meaningful things. At least I must leave some deeds in a book for future generations to judge."

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There is a generation gap in the thinking of young people and old people. This is true whether it is the future world or the ancient past. Malashenko feels that the same is true between himself and his political commissar comrades.

"I went to see Karachev two days ago. He told me that you are in pretty good condition recently. You haven't increased the dosage of medicine for a long time. This is a good situation. Why can't you cherish your body more and strive for more? How about keeping this state for a while longer? You are burning your life like this. Staying up all night is tantamount to committing suicide by taking chronic poison. You know this."

Maybe his advice is useless, but there are some things that you still have to do even if you know it is useless. Malashenko chose to say this precisely because he understood this.

Malashenko's advice was sincere, and Commissar Petrov could certainly see this, but some things were not that important to comrades who had already seen everything through.

"I can feel the changes in my body, Malashenko. If I feel the need, I will go to rest early. You have advised me many times and I will always remember it."

"Compared with this, shouldn't you pack up and get ready to go? There are less than thirty minutes left before the artillery preparations begin. You can take advantage of this moment to grab something to eat, so as not to be hungry again until dinner. "

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Malashenko couldn't say anything else, and he couldn't even be sure whether his advice was effective. In any case, the current situation would be the final result.

After Malashenko got up and left to pack his luggage, the orderly brought the breakfast he had just brought to Malashenko: it was milk oatmeal with bread. Such a breakfast was served in the Stalin Guards First Tank The teacher can only say that it is ordinary.

"Put it there. I'll eat it right away. You go down first."

"Okay, Comrade Commander."

The taste of this breakfast cannot be said to be very good, but at least it is not unpleasant. Malashenko, who felt that the taste was a bit bland, also sprinkled some sugar into it to enhance the taste.

Malashenko, who was almost full and full, grabbed the tank cap on the table and walked out of the field tent at the division headquarters. When he came outside, he saw Iushkin leading the crew and several good brothers who were already making final preparations. .

Several big men were busy and excited around the tank. When they saw Malashenko coming, they stopped what they were doing and asked.

"Hurry up, we guys can't wait. How many fascists are we going to kill today? I hope there will be more than yesterday!"

The increasingly violent Iushkin is becoming more and more war-mad, but Malashenko thinks this is a good thing. As long as he can kill those fascists, this is at least much stronger than the war-weariness.

"I don't know. Today's destination is to surround the rendezvous point. Once we hit there, we have completed the mission. The next step is to close the door and beat the dog. You like this the most, don't you?"

Malashenko, who was in a good mood, had the idea to make a joke with Iushkin, and the artillery preparations that heralded the official start of today's battle were coming soon.

Boom boom boom——

Just like yesterday, there were large cannons firing randomly, explosions and roars, and the earth trembling. Like Malashenko, Iushkin, half of his body hanging outside the turret, was a little curious.

"Didn't you say that there are no German defensive positions ahead? We pushed them all away yesterday, so what are they bombing?"

Malashenko shook his head.

"I am the commander of the tank division, not the commander of the artillery division. You will know what is being blown up later when the tanks drive up."