Chapter 1291 I Have Never Seen a Wealthy War in My Life

Comrade Political Commissar went to bed at Malashenko's insistence. Stubborn Malashenko had to see his partner cover himself with a blanket and close his eyes before he left. If you don't sleep, I will move a bench and sit here today.

There was really no way to deal with Malashenko. The Political Commissar, who was really tired, finally did as he was told.

"What about you? It's almost dawn, don't you plan to take a nap?"

"Ha, when will it be the turn of the old man to care about the young?"

Malashenko half-jokingly pulled the blanket over Comrade Political Commissar and covered him, then sat on the chair beside the bed and spoke with a smile.

"You have been young before. Think about how energetic you were when you were my age. Comrade General can still hold on even if he doesn't sleep for several nights in a row, let alone one night. Comrade Division Commander will be on duty before dawn."

"Rest well now. This is an order, Comrade Colonel. Do you understand?"

After turning off the oil lamp at the bedside and half-closing the door of the inner room, Malashenko, who had done everything properly, returned to the living room and pulled a chair to sit down.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the time on the watch. The hour hand had already pointed to the position of 3, and there was not much time left before dawn.

At this point, the Germans had not taken any action. Malashenko, who was already familiar with the Germans' routines, estimated that these Germans probably did not intend to break through tonight. Either they were not strong enough and were entangled by the Red Army, or the high and mighty head of state issued a death order of "not taking a step back".

Of course, no matter what the reason was, Malashenko did not care. As long as we can continue to set off tomorrow and kill these stupid fascists, that's all.

Malashenko, who almost finished a whole pack of cigarettes in the second half of the night, didn't feel sleepy. He rubbed his nose with his hand and wanted to do something meaningful to kill time.

But he couldn't find a suitable thing or method after searching for it. He didn't want to be idle so much, so he simply found a pen and paper and planned to write a letter to Natalia in Moscow, so that the girl he thought about day and night would have a thought and comfort. If you really count it, I haven't written a letter to my beautiful wife for a long time, and now I have to write one.

The remaining night time passed quickly. At dawn the next day, the political commissar who got up and went out of the house only saw a room full of staff and division staff busy in an orderly manner, but there was no sign of Malashenko.

"Where are the division commanders?"

Sasha, the adjutant who was sorting out the information at the table, heard the question and turned to answer the political commissar.

"Comrade Division Commander has gone to have breakfast. He has been gone for a while. He should be back soon."

Political Commissar Petrov nodded after confirming Malashenko's whereabouts, and then reached out to take the report handed over by Sasha and prepared to read it, but at this moment he remembered something more worthy of attention.

"Oh, by the way, did Comrade Division Commander rest last night?"

Comrade Political Commissar's question came without any sign? Even Sasha, who had been accompanying him and taking care of his daily life, had to think for a while before answering.

"When I came in the morning, I saw Comrade Division Commander lying on the table. He should have rested for a while. He just took the initiative to greet me just now? He was in good spirits."

"Yeah"

Commissar Petrov remained calm on the surface when he heard Sasha's answer, but he was more or less relieved in his heart.

Just when he was about to lower his head to take a good look at the report and documents in his hand, he never thought that at this moment he would wait for Malashenko who followed closely.

"Huh, it's really cold outside this morning, the rice is almost frozen."

Our division commander comrade put on his general officer's coat to keep warm, but on his head was a strange outfit with a tilted warm tank cap.

The military coat tightly wrapped with both hands was obviously tucked in something? Malashenko ran to the table and opened the coat to reveal the lunch box inside? He put it in front of the political commissar.

"Milk, oatmeal and bread, today's breakfast is first-rate! I brought you a portion? Eat it while it's hot."

Malashenko didn't know how much time he had left, and whether he could walk side by side with the political commissar? This is an unknown.

But because of this, Malashenko hoped not to leave too many regrets and things that made him regret not doing, and the reason was just that simple.

Looking at the lunch box in front of him and looking up at Malashenko, Political Commissar Petrov, who understood why Malashenko did this, just smiled, and without saying anything more, he picked up the soup spoon and bread and started eating.

"I have something to tell you. Don't rush to do anything else. Pull up a chair and sit here. I'll talk while I eat."

Malashenko, who originally planned to go and see what Ivushkin and the other guys were doing, didn't hesitate to pull over the chair and sat down, waiting for the political commissar to speak first.

"Just received a telegram. The 20th Guards Tank Brigade is only 6 kilometers away from us."

"They started the raid before dawn and fought with the Germans in front of them until just now. Those Germans who lacked anti-tank weapons couldn't hold on and were overwhelmed and retreated on the same road. The 20th Guards Tank Brigade has been on the road again and is approaching us quickly."

"If nothing unexpected happens, their vanguard will arrive and join us within an hour? Well, it seems that there is less than half an hour left now."

"The front headquarters also sent a telegram, asking us to take action today, shrink the encirclement and launch an attack on the enemy? As for the encirclement point, there will be follow-up infantry divisions to take over the defense. I just want to ask you how you plan and what preparations you have. According to the intelligence, our next route of action will be quite troublesome."

"At least three German infantry divisions and one armored division with identified numbers are blocking our route for the next stage of advance, which is almost half of the total strength of the Germans in the encirclement."

"The good news is that our aviation force has achieved absolute air superiority in the theater. It is expected that only a small number of German aircraft may come to cause damage. On the contrary, we can get strong air support."

"The total number of Germans may be slightly more than ours, but their technical equipment is definitely not as good as ours. The sky also belongs to us. How do you plan to fight this battle?"

After listening to the task briefing of the political commissar, Malashenko grinned. This question is simply too easy to answer.

"We have fought such tough battles every time, so how can we fight this kind of battle? Of course, we should just crush the fascists!"