Steel Soviet Union

All in all, apart from chit-chat, nothing else happened along the way.

With the soldier driving in front of him, Malashenko could only say a few things, and he couldn't blatantly make love to this little girl in the back seat.

Of course, it's just a joke. Malashenko has no intention of falling in love with a little girl like Jill, mainly because Jill is not Malashenko's cup of tea.

"How long until we get there?"

"Um?"

Malashenko, who had no topic and was not thinking about finding one, was still looking out the window. He never thought that Jill would suddenly find a topic and take the initiative to speak. Malashenko, who was interrupted in his train of thought, turned around and looked back. He found Jill looking at him.

"It's almost there. How long will it take?"

"We've arrived, Comrade Commander."

As soon as Malashenko rolled up his sleeves to check the time, the driver comrade in the front row already started to answer. At the same time, as the car slowed down and stopped on the side of the road, Malashenko, who gave up his intention to continue chatting, immediately opened the car door and stepped out of the car.

"Let's go, do you want me to go up and open the car door for you like a hotel doorman?"

The leading division's frontline field hospital was located on the edge of Berlin, renovated from an old ambulance that had been abandoned by the Germans. Things like power generation equipment, hospital beds or simple operating tables are all ready-made, and there are also wards used to accommodate the wounded who have just come off the operating table.

It happened that time was quite tight when the field hospital of the leading division was stationed.

The fighting has begun on the front lines, and the first batch of wounded will be sent down soon. However, many vehicles carrying medical equipment are still blocked on the road. The reality is that we must race against time and try not to waste a moment.

So even though the rescue center left by the Germans was quite crude, and it was full of dead bodies that had been transformed into dead bodies by the wounded who had not been taken away when the Germans ran away in a hurry, it was a bit unlucky to be honest.

But at this juncture, there was nothing else to worry about. The most important thing was to save people first.

Kalachev also immediately made the decision to let the medical team move in quickly. The corpses and medical waste left by the Germans were really just like clearing out the inventory in the garbage dump. They were thrown out one after another and left at the door to free up space. Let’s talk about the subsequent cleanup and transfer issues.

The chaos was indeed chaos, and it could even be called chaos, but at least the first wave of injured people who were transported out of the emergency room were caught. There were not a large number of deaths due to untimely rescue, which at least in Malashenko's view can be considered a good job.

"Where is your dean? Where is he?"

As soon as I entered the field hospital, the first thing that hit my face was the pungent smell of disinfectant, mixed with the smell of unknown medicine and the smell of blood.

To be honest, Malashenko actually doesn't like this kind of place. It always reminds Malashenko of some bad things - the death and fear that he has seen too much. Although he is not afraid of this kind of scene, it does not mean that he likes to see it. However, Malashenko also knows that he has responsibilities that he should bear, which he should not and cannot escape.

The little nurse wearing a mask who came towards me met with the teacher and comrade. As soon as she raised her head, she saw the iron tower-like figure in front of her that was almost half a body taller. His hands trembled and he almost dropped the tray of medical instruments he was holding on the ground. After he managed to stabilize himself, he spoke to Malashenko and replied.

"Comrade Dean is diagnosing the patient. Comrade Teacher, do you need me to notify you of your arrival?"

"Diagnose the patient?"

At this moment, there is indeed still a steady stream of wounded people being brought down from the front line, and then disembarked and carried to the field hospital.

Just as Malashenko stood here for a short while, five or six stretchers passed by him one after another. It was obvious that it was an emergency and quite dangerous.

Malashenko, who did not want to interrupt Karachev's "fight", raised his hand to signal his disapproval, and then made his decision.

"No, let me go over and take a look. Where are they?"

The little nurse in front of her raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the inner room with a white curtain at the other end of the corridor not far away. Upon seeing this, Malashenko immediately walked up without saying a word.

Of course, Malashenko was not the only one, there was also Gil who came with him as a follower.

When Gil came to a field hospital for the first time, and it was a Soviet field hospital, he was full of curiosity about everything in front of him. The two eyes were wide open, looking here and there, but fortunately they did not forget to follow Malashenko. As they walked, they looked back and glanced at Comrade Ma who saw Jill in this appearance, and did not forget to remind him. Don’t miss out on “doing business”.

"Get the camera ready. Don't blame me for not reminding you. I don't have time to pose specifically for your report."

"Ah? Oh, yes! Camera, wait a moment, I'll get ready now."

"Why."

Malashenko couldn't help but feel a little funny when he remembered that Lavrinenko was worried that this little girl was a spy and looked serious.

At this level, you say she is a spy?

It's pure nonsense. This is the kind of fool who doesn't know how to help count the money after being sold. The sight of this situation was almost dazzling. Malashenko thought that if he were abducted by her now, he would probably think it was a full-scale tourist project when he got there.

"Comrade Commander, why are you here?"

"Um?"

As soon as he turned around, Malashenko did not expect that the white door curtain in front of him was opened from the inside out. Before he could come to the door, Kalachev had already arrived in front of him.

"I heard that you were busy seeing a doctor, and I said I was afraid of disturbing you. Are you finished?"

"I, uh"

First, he looked back at the patients in the ward, and then, as if thinking about it, he reached out and closed the ward door.

After doing all this, Karachev called his leader back and whispered to Malashenko.

"It's Yekakina, Comrade Commander, do you remember her?"

"Ekadina???"

Malashenko was startled after hearing this. It was not that he did not remember this person, but he was surprised and puzzled as to why this person appeared here now.

"Wasn't she already injured and sent to the hospital before we attacked the city? Why is she here now, in this field hospital? Shouldn't you put her outside the city to recuperate? What is going on? "

Just from Karachev's reaction to Malashenko's words, you know that this matter is probably not that simple, and the words that followed with a slightly embarrassed expression are certainly true.