Chapter 2164: Treasures for Treasures

Kalachev sent Malashenko to the gate of the field hospital. Malashenko also turned around and patted his good brother on the shoulder, indicating that there was no need to send him away and that he should go back and continue working to save people.

But at the moment when the separation was about to come, Malashenko, who had already taken a step forward and was about to leave, suddenly turned around as if he remembered something, and then opened his mouth to stop the man who had also turned and left. Karachev.

"Wait a minute, I have something to hand over to me."

"Um?"

Kalachev, who was stopped, turned around and found that Malashenko had already stepped forward and put his hand into his pocket. Then he took out a small and exquisite wooden box and handed it to him.

"This is?"

"It's not for you, it's for Anya. I'm leaving now and I won't be able to see her. Please pass it on to me. At least she won't have to cry tonight."

""

The small wooden box in Malashenko's hand is not big, just enough for a big man to hold it completely in the palm of his hand.

Looking at the small wooden box in front of him, he thought about what Malashenko had just said. He could probably guess what was in the box, and then he showed a badass smile that every man knows. Speak slowly.

"Can I open it and take a look? Just as payment for running errands, to satisfy my curiosity.

""

Although I didn't expect it, Karachev's request was not too much.

Taking a step back, after Anya opened the box, Karachev would also know what was inside, and since he was one of his own, he would simply show it to him and be satisfied.

"Look, just don't break it, be careful."

"Ha, I knew you would definitely agree. Let me see what good things Comrade Teacher will give me."

After getting Malashenko's nod of permission, Karachev couldn't wait and immediately took the small wooden box and opened it without saying a word. However, his subsequent expression was a bit "reasonable but unexpected." ” is slightly more complicated.

"Well, this doesn't look like a fashionable item. It looks a bit old. I don't mean anything else. It's really beautiful, but where did you get this thing? This shouldn't be something that can be obtained casually. "

There are few metal rings that are sky blue, but Malashenko got one, and in the center of the ring was a sapphire slightly larger than a soybean.

Although it is a handmade product, it has quite exquisite gem processing and cutting marks. It just fits perfectly with the sky blue carrier ring and gradually fades into color. It can be regarded as a masterpiece in terms of design and production process.

Although there are some traces of time remaining on it, the whole ring does not look shabby. On the contrary, it adds a mysterious and unreal feeling to it, at least at first glance, this is indeed the case.

Especially these days, anyone with a little bit of discernment can see that this thing is something that has been handed down from the nobility and even the royal family. A woman who can afford it must be rich or noble.

In this way, this made the knowledgeable Karachev even more curious about where Malashenko got this thing. Is this the secret treasure house of a European royal family that the Red Army conquered?

"Didn't we just come out of Warsaw a while ago? We were handing out food that day, and there was an old Polish man and his granddaughter queuing up. I happened to inspect and saw it, so I went over and asked someone to give the child an extra portion."

"Who would have known that this old man came again at night. If he couldn't get into the division headquarters, he asked the soldier on duty to pass this thing to me as a thank you gift. He also sent a letter along the way. The letter said that this ring was handed down from his grandmother. It's at least over a hundred years old, and he didn't say where it came from. He just said that he had nothing to thank me for, only this, thanking the Red Army for saving his little granddaughter, that's all."

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After hearing this, Karachev, who held the ring in his hand and looked at the gemstones facing the sun, carefully put the ring back into the small wooden box and put it away while continuing to speak.

"Didn't you thank the old man again? I know that treasures from troubled times are not valuable, but this thing is not only a treasure, it can almost be regarded as a cultural relic. You can get it in exchange for some canned bread, which is really a big profit. The profit margins of those ghost guys on Wall Street are not as high as yours."

"I didn't go, how could I care? You know that we didn't stay in Warsaw for long, but I sent someone over that night to deliver another batch of food and meat, and I left a letter signed by me for the old man. The thank-you letter just said thank you to their family for their support of the Red Army. It has my autograph on it. I think the commander of the Red Army unit who comes to the city later will have to give me some face. This can be of some help to their family. "

Although Malashenko often calls himself a "rough guy", this is only a self-promotion. When it comes to what kind of feedback can give the old man the greatest reward, Malashenko is very clear in his heart.

Not only would you be jealous if you were given a bunch of food for free, but you might also be regarded by the Red Army troops who later came to the city to take charge of the area as hoarding cookies and secretly hiding military rations from unknown sources. Everyone is innocent and harbors a treasure. We all know, after all, food is the absolute "best" in this troubled world.

But if you keep this autographed letter of yours, entrust the commander of the Red Army troops who subsequently enter the city to take good care of this family, state that this family has supported the Red Army and the leading division, and then put your own autograph on it and hang it at the end. The official seal of the leader.

Then Malashenko believed that the subsequent commanders of the Red Army troops entering the city would have to sell him face to some extent, because this was a handwritten letter from a major general of the tank troops and a two-time Soviet hero. Moreover, the old man supported and helped the famous "Leader Division", a first-class elite unit of the Red Army named after the supreme leader, and Malashenko's handwritten letter was the old man's certificate of honor.

Not to mention the commanders at the level of regiment commanders and battalion commanders, even the commanders of divisions and army commanders would understand and know what to do before they were stupid.

In this way, the old man's family would not have to worry about their lives for a long time in the future.

As for the future, Malashenko can't take care of everything for a lifetime, right? In the war years, it was a great fortune to be able to help to this extent. It is not nonsense that people's lives are worse than dogs in troubled times. This one handwritten letter "certificate of honor" from Malashenko is a priceless treasure for ordinary civilians.

"Well, the old man won't lose out this way. I hope the little granddaughter can grow up well. Grandpa even gave away the heirloom to protect her."

"But I'm curious. Anya is also a soldier. It's not appropriate for a female Red Army soldier to wear this, right? Or maybe I don't know much about it. There is actually no restriction on wearing such things?"

Hearing this, Malashenko just smiled, then pretended to be mysterious and leaned forward and whispered.

"Wearing on the hand is not necessarily a token, and a token does not have to be worn on the hand. Learn some skills to pick up girls, boy, you should update these experiences."