Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko frowned after hearing Karachev's statement.

I originally thought that Kirill just had a condition and symptoms similar to asthma, which might be slightly more serious but unlikely to be life-threatening. Now it seems that Malashenko himself took it too much for granted.

"He is no longer suitable for the combat position of loader. Can I understand that?"

Malashenko's tone of voice was as calm as water, and his eyes were full of expressions that were hard to tell what he was thinking. Karachev's answer was basically the same.

"I do not deny that the impact of a penetrating bullet injury on the lungs is difficult to predict accurately, and the possibility of foreign bodies remaining in the lungs does exist. From a doctor's perspective, I would advise my patients not to engage in high-intensity Exhaustion and overuse of the lungs, but that’s just from a doctor’s perspective.”

"Kirill is a Red Army soldier who defends the motherland. I respect this reality first. I am just making suggestions. The final decision depends on you and Kirill, not me."

Kalachev's words seemed to be trying to shirk responsibility, but Malashenko knew very well that everything Kalachev said was true and made sense.

Doctors will give you the best advice on recovery and physical health, but how to do it and how to implement it must be comprehensively evaluated based on the actual situation. This is just like a war will never proceed step by step according to the tactics you have arranged in advance.

"If I wait until this battle is over and I find someone to replace Kirill and assign him another position, do you think this is feasible? Can Kirill last until that time? "

Malashenko did not want to lose a skilled loader at such a critical moment. Every member of his crew was irreplaceable and any new member had to undergo a long period of training. The running-in process is the same even for loaders who seem to have the least technical requirements.

If Kirill is replaced at this time, not to mention Kirill's personal feelings and psychological changes, just the technical mistakes and hesitation that may occur in this battle will be enough to cause a lot of trouble, and even a little carelessness will cause a lot of trouble. At the risk of the lives of everyone in the car, one second of delay in reloading may mean the difference between your death and mine.

If possible, Malashenko must try his best to avoid such a situation. The reason is that simple.

Karachev could understand Malashenko's thoughts, and after thinking for a while, he quickly blurted out his answer.

"Subjectively speaking, there is no problem. As I mentioned before, Kirill is still very young and in the prime of his body. Although his lungs are injured, they are still strong and strong, which can be heard through the stethoscope. "

"If the battle rhythm is controlled well and the shells are not loaded so fiercely, I think this should be no problem. Comrade Brigadier, I believe Kirill has the courage, perseverance, and necessary physical conditions to survive this battle. .

"Of course, this must be what he expected. I have heard him talk to me about this more than once before. He was worried that he would not be able to do the job of a loader and would be transferred, and he also consulted me about the rehabilitation plan. "

Karachev is a person who rarely speaks his mind and gives absolute guarantees because of his professional nature. In this regard, he is exactly the same as Karamov, who has a very similar name.

Malashenko, who is familiar with Kalachev, knows that being able to talk about this is a near-guaranteed and rare situation for Kalachev.

With these words, Malashenko felt more or less at ease. At least he no longer had to worry about Kirill suffocating to death due to the intense loading work.

It's just that in the future battles, I am afraid that I will have to help Kirill remove the projectiles from the first ammunition rack at the rear end of the turret. This can help Kirill share some of the pressure and reduce the intensity of the work, provided that I If you can really pull it off.

"Then let's do this for now. After this battle is over, we can find a safe place to rest. When the time comes, you will perform the surgery on Kirill yourself. You can tell me in advance what kind of environment, supplies, and medicines are needed. It’s best to have a list, and I’ll try my best to satisfy you and provide it in place. Also, don’t tell me that you can’t handle it, you are the one who knows Kirill’s condition best.”

Faced with the slightly "vicious" "threats" from Comrade Brigade Commander, Karachev, who knew that this was one of Malashenko's common ways of joking, smiled and nodded seriously.

"Sure, why not?"

"Very good, that's the answer I want to hear. Now let's go see the other wounded. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me at any time."

Looking at Malashenko's back as he walked away after finishing his words, Karachev's eyes were strange and complicated.

The secret that Commissar Petrov asked to keep was secret, but he still could not muster the courage to tell Malashenko.

Karachev didn’t even know whether what he did was right or wrong. On one side was the request of political commissar Petrov, who had been of great help to him, and on the other side was Malashenko, who had the power to know the truth and was a confidant. .

Karachev, who is resolute and courageous in his job, is only a little hesitant when it comes to matters involving emotional intelligence.

Kalachev, who had too little social experience, really didn’t know what to do. This war was not something he was familiar with at all. Many things he encountered during the war were completely different from his existing knowledge. What should he do? It is also the complete opposite, and this is a natural and inevitable situation.

"I hope I did it right, maybe."

After bidding farewell to Kalachev, Malashenko went straight to the brigade headquarters next, which was just behind the position and not too far away from the 9th Guards Airborne Division Field Division Headquarters. Malashenko planned to go to Commissar Petrov to quickly deploy the retreat, and there was not much time left.

Surprisingly, Malashenko, who had always been able to find political commissar comrades when he needed them in the past, rarely came up empty-handed this time.

When Malashenko walked into the civil structure field command post, he only found the chief of staff who was busy proofreading telegrams with the communications director. He said that Comrade Political Commissar had just left a while ago and should have gone to inspect the situation of the troops. If nothing else happened, he would be back soon. He only needed to wait for a while.

After hearing this, Malashenko had no choice but to wait at the brigade headquarters for a while. If he went out to look for people at this moment, the situation of cleaning the battlefield, rescuing the wounded, emergency vehicle repairs, refueling and loading ammunition on the position would probably be like finding a needle in a haystack. Instead of doing this, it would be better to take a breath, drink some water, rest at the brigade headquarters and wait for the political commissar comrades to come over. After all, these days, there are no smart phones that can call at any time.

When Malashenko came to the broken wooden table, he saw the old canvas satchel. At that time, political commissar Petrov often carried things with him. It usually contained pen and paper, notepads, war zone maps and confidential documents. s things. Maybe he left in a hurry and would be back soon, but the bag was lying on the table with its mouth wide open and the lid uncovered.

Malashenko, who has a sense of respect for personal privacy since his later generations, did not intend to take the opportunity to rummage through his bag. He just wanted to pull up a chair by the table, drink a glass of water to quench his thirst, and enjoy a moment of comfort with a cigarette.

But just when Malashenko was about to pull over the chair that political commissar Petrov had been sitting on before, the leg of the chair inadvertently touched an object that fell to the ground, which suddenly caused Malashenko's attention. of attention.

"Huh? What is this?"