Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 2277 A bunch of free-range chickens

"Are you all so cowardly now? I just gave up after being scared. I was still hoping to see another fireworks show. It's a pity."

Taking advantage of something good happening is a traditional skill of Comrade Iushkin. Malashenko can only say that he is used to it. This guy is so pissed, but he can just say a few serious words. It still needs to be said. ɱGoogle search reading

"Don't think too highly of them. They are just a bunch of free-roaming chickens. How powerful can a group of air force handymen and ground crew members run around on the ground together? In fact, they can hold out until we attack the core area before surrendering. I think this It’s a bit beyond expectations. According to this level, I have to say that the performance is not bad. ”

After getting out of the car, Malashenko and Iushkin were sitting next to the tank, smoking and chatting against each other while the German troops who had just announced their surrender were emptying garbage out of a trash can, all lined up one by two. The team walked out one by one, raising their hands high above their heads, for fear that the two hands raised above their heads would be invisible and cause any misunderstanding.

No matter how hard and crazy they were beaten just now, the way these gangsters surrender now is so honest and courteous. It's not impossible to say that they are completely different.

"Now that this mess is over, what's the next step? Where to fight next?"

After commenting on the newly surrendered German troops, Iushkin couldn't help but start to care about the next step of action, and looked forward to Malashenko giving him the results he wanted.

"You really don't rest at all. You just finished the fight and you are thinking about the next one?"

Hearing Malashenko's complaints, Iushkin just grinned.

"What can I do after I take a break? It's interesting to work hard. This is my ultimate goal to realize the value of life."

"Goals in life, goals in life, yes, you have to have a goal in life."

Iushkin's unintentional words indeed evoked a trace of Malashenko's thoughts. Malashenko couldn't help but think that he seemed to lack a clear goal in life now.

When I first traveled to this place, I did it to survive. Later, I really saw how heartless and vicious these naughty rats were, and I started to "screw the n***** straight up" and truly regarded it as a career. Not simply to survive.

Later, as time went by, even Malashenko himself was not sure what his so-called life goal was.

I am like a computer executing program coding. Although there is always something to do, it is just a task program one after another. If you want to say what kind of final result can be obtained by piecing together these separate task programs, or whether this is the ultimate goal of realizing the value of life, then Malashenko's answer can only be negative.

It’s not that he doesn’t agree with this, it’s just that Malashenko himself doesn’t know what he ultimately wants and wants, and he doesn’t have a clear and complete definition.

If I had to say what I wanted, it would probably be to finish this war and then go home to retire, take my head off my belt, put it back on my neck, and go back to my hometown to live a peaceful and peaceful life for a few days. I have fought with my life for this country for so long without fear of sacrifice, so I have to satisfy my most basic desires and trivial demands.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Are you distracted?"

Malashenko, who was deep in thought with a cigarette in his mouth and his brain disconnected, was brought back to reality by Iushkin's words. After his thoughts were reconnected, even the ash in his mouth trembled and fell, and the back of his hand was burned. Shivering, he seemed to be distracted and not quite normal.

"Huh? Ah, it's nothing. I thought of something insignificant. I thought too much."

"You don't often think too much, which is strange."

As for the question Iushkin just asked, which is the next action plan, to be honest Malashenko doesn’t even know himself now, so of course he can only tell the truth to Iushkin.

"The next action plan is not yet clear. The order I received is to go to Nordenburg. Take control of this city and see what the front army headquarters says. I personally feel that there must be a tough battle to be done. Fight, wait and see.”

The time of a cigarette is equal to the time of chatting with Iushkin.

After flicking the cigarette butt away, Malashenko asked Iushkin to give some help to the brothers in the car and help them with their work. Don't always think about being lazy and running away. Then he turned around and went to do what he should do. Things: Prepare to pick up our political commissar comrade in person at the station entrance and talk about the situation.

It's just that Malashenko was just about to set off, and before he had time to move his legs, he never thought that a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him in a trot.

"Comrade Commander, Comrade Commander! Do you still recognize me?"

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The tank soldier major who ran all the way to him was not tall and had a standard tank soldier figure. He was obviously a far cry from the "giant freak" figure among tank soldiers like Malashenko. .

Besides, this face looks quite familiar. Although I don’t say I see it every day, I am definitely someone I can catch a glimpse of every now and then.

But Comrade Ma comes in contact with too many people on a daily basis. It’s pretty good that he can remember what his seven aunts, eight aunts, three uncles and grandpas look like. If you want to write down everyone’s names without exception, Malashenko asked himself if he really didn't have the ability and it was really too difficult.

"Well, you are, if I remember correctly, you are the commander of the 1st Battalion of the Kurbalov Brigade, right? The commander of the 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion?"

Fortunately, Comrade Lao Ma at least has not forgotten who the person in front of him is. It is better than not remembering anything at all. That would be a bit too disrespectful.

Seeing that his comrade, the teacher, still remembered him, his face instantly lit up with joy, and words came out of his mouth without thinking.

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander. First Battalion Commander Viktor Irisovich Kinoviev, I didn't expect you to still remember me. I am deeply honored by this!"

It is of course a great good thing that the battalion commander can be remembered by the division commander. At least it means that you, a subordinate, have some weight in the leader's heart. If you are not guaranteed to be promoted in the future, the leader will casually ask your name and it will be done. It's a good thing no matter how you look at it.

"I heard that your battalion was the first to break through the defense line in the core area and break into the platform from the east?"

By chance, he met the person involved, so Malashenko didn't have to make any more trips or ask other people. Asking grassroots commanders for their thoughts and feelings is often much more useful than listening to summaries and analyzes or reading direct reports. It's certainly worth investing a little time into this.

Faced with Malashenko's inquiry, the first battalion commander Victor of course nodded and admitted without hesitation, but this was not the reason for his special trip to see the division commander.

"Our battalion is responsible for the attack, comrade division commander, but I have something more important to report to you now."