Steel Soviet Union

He rescued Anya from the ruins of Stalingrad. Comrade Ma certainly did not forget this.

After all, after experiencing so much together, Malashenko has slowly learned how to accept Anya, a girl whose passionate love is completely different from Natalia, and will never forget the past acquaintance with Anya. Bit by bit.

However, as for the "colleagues" who were with Anya in Stalingrad, the noble and forgetful Comrade Ma didn't remember so clearly, and he didn't even remember the group of little nurses who were with Anya. What are their names and what do they look like?

What Malashenko least expected at this moment was that the thin and light girl in his arms actually knew him, had seen him, and had known him since the Stalingrad period. Anya is also a member of the team of female field nurses.

"Damn! These fascist bastards! I have to skin them later! Even the little nurse was thrown into the concentration camp, fuck the fascist!"

Comrade Lao Ma is very angry, which means that some fascist bastard will have to bear the wrath of this later.

But at the moment, Malashenko, who is still thinking about questions such as "How were you arrested?" and "How long have you been arrested?" has other more important things to do, not to punish the law immediately. It's not like Heath is here to ask people questions on the spot. Looking at it, this is not the right time.

Looking at the frail little nurse in her arms who had just confided in her the origin of her identity and the reasons why she knew her, she was shivering with cold. The only thin rags on her body were obviously worn out in such a sub-zero cold wind. If the already weak body, which has less than the slightest protection against the cold, continues like this, it may not even be able to save its life.

"We'll talk about other things later. I'll let someone take good care of you. Don't worry, Comrade Anna. Come on, put this on first."

While saying reassuring words, he took off the brand new general's coat that he wore for the first time, and smoothly put the wrap and draped on the little nurse.

"This is our comrade, one of our own! Get on the stretcher, she is very weak, come here, hurry!"

He held the person in his arms without letting go for fear that he would fall in the snow. He turned around and shouted orders to the soldiers who were guarding him.

Since it is an urgent order from the comrade of the division commander, it must be given the first priority and executed efficiently.

Soon, the stretcher team that Malashenko shouted loudly trotted into place, accompanied by a field medical team: a military doctor and two nurses. I guess they must have been summoned by the messenger with long eyes. , but this is just right, Malashenko needs medical staff now.

"Doctor, she is very weak. What is her specific condition?"

The military doctor called by the orderly was not Karachev.

To be precise, Kalachev, who was personally promoted by Malashenko to the position of director of surgery and head of the Field Hospital of the Leader Division, is now the leader of the Field Hospital of the Leader Division by virtue of his status as a top student who returned from studying in the United States and his high academic qualifications. ’s number one busy person.

In addition to performing more important surgical operations, he is also responsible for the daily operation and management of the field hospital as well as the task of teaching and guiding apprentices. Unless there is something particularly urgent or Malashenko personally names him, you want to keep your work schedule It is really difficult for Karachev, who has a full platoon, to be on call at all times, especially when this kind of battle has just ended and there are new wounded people.

Fortunately, the military doctor who was summoned by the orderly soldier was also an out-and-out old doctor. He was in his forties, wearing a pair of thick round-rimmed glasses, and had a professional air in his every move. At least Malashenko felt that the military doctors of his leadership division were under the control of Karachev, and they were absolutely trustworthy.

"The lung sounds are a bit messy, and there should be inflammation in the lungs. The heart rate is abnormally accelerated, but it cannot be ruled out that it is because of seeing you. I will take her down for follow-up examination, but there should not be any major problems. She is very conscious. , It’s just that he is really weak, that’s the general situation, Comrade Commander.”

The words of the old military doctor made Malashenko reluctantly feel relieved. After all, she was Anya's former colleague, a hero in white who survived the bloodshed of Stalingrad. Malashenko hoped that she could do it both in public and in private. Surviving safely and without incident, Anya would definitely be happy if she knew this news.

"Take her down. I will go see her when I have time. Tell Karachev to take good care of her."

The old military doctor silently nodded to Malashenko to show his understanding, and then led the two nurses and the stretcher team to retreat immediately, leaving only Malashenko standing there watching the retreating back of the group.

After doing all this, Malashenko looked back silently, but saw the groups of female prisoners behind him looking at him with hopeful eyes, no longer so fearful, and he could see his actions. It really made them feel at ease to a great extent.

"Take them down, find a house that can't be blown by the wind, light a fire, and settle down first. Find someone to tell Karamov and ask him to allocate some supplies and bring them over for emergency relief. I'll come down and find him for the specific details. Let’s talk and execute the order first.”

"Yes, let's do it."

The company commander who took the order from Malashenko took the order and left. You relied on me and I relied on your female prisoners. Under the guidance and leadership of the company commander and soldiers, we are also moving towards a better future. Rushing to a place with sufficient food and water is indeed a step towards hope as Malashenko promised.

After finishing all this, Malashenko clapped his hands casually, and the bits of snow falling on the tank soldier's black leather gloves flew into the air. Iushkin, who had witnessed all this with his own eyes, immediately stepped forward and spoke.

"I can't imagine how they survived. I have never seen such thin people. It's as if their dead bodies are still alive."

"The dead body is still alive", this is Iushkin's true description of the situation he saw with his own eyes. In Malashenko's view, this is almost the same situation, and he is really telling the truth.

"Compared to the scene you are about to see later, this is much better, even the most "humane" situation, believe me. The other shit the fascist bastards in this damn place did is far worse than The most cruel and ruthless atrocities you can imagine are ten thousand times crueler, and the truth will be far beyond your imagination."

Malashenko, who was talking while walking, was escorted by the soldiers in charge of personal security and took Iushkin with him, and quickly walked towards the next destination not far away.