Chapter 1184 16 days
What? Is it August 2nd? It’s August 2nd. Damn it?
It would be a lie to say that Malashenko was not shocked. What he was thinking in his heart at this moment was all printed on his face. What really shocked Malashenko was that he actually woke up. It’s already August 2nd!
Because he stayed on the battlefield for too long, Malashenko, who was either blasting the gunman or on the way to the gunman all day long, actually had a blurred concept of date and time.
Malashenko couldn’t remember exactly what month it was on the day he and the German guy went shopping until they fainted, but now I think it was around mid-July, not as late as the end of the month.
The final battle of Prokhorovka in history started on July 12th. In this timeline and in this world, because of the huge variables of myself as a time traveler, I should have been killed on July 12th. With the super equipment buffs in hand, the German sticks that were resting hard not only survived for a few more days, but also almost achieved a comeback.
If Malashenko had not been fatally injured, he might have rolled over in a ditch and died in Prokhorovka.
But now that I think about it, no matter how late it is, it will definitely be no more than a week later. It is estimated that the final battle will start around the 15th or 16th, so it is about the same time when I fainted due to excessive blood loss on the battlefield.
But now, Iushkin, who was very close in front of him, told Malashenko that the current date was already August 2. In other words, it meant that Malashenko had passed out and died. Half a month has passed, and this result obviously surprised Malashenko and was incredible.
"Wait, you mean, it's been exactly half a month since I was transferred to Moscow in a coma?"
Looking at Malashenko's expression that almost said "I'm stunned" written on his face, Iushkin answered truthfully without any unnecessary hesitation.
"To be precise, it's 16 days, Comrade Commander. Counting from the time you fell on the battlefield, 16 days have passed until today."
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Worri! 16 days, damn! Why do I feel like I slept for just a minute?
Malashenko, who was in disbelief at what was happening in front of him, sat on the bed and thought for a long time before he finally came to his senses and reluctantly accepted that he had passed out in one breath and had been lying on the hospital bed for 16 days. fact.
But compared to this, Malashenko was more concerned about one thing, and the words came out of his mouth without thinking.
"Where is the army? What is the current situation of the army? What are the casualties? Where are they now? Who is commanding them? How are Comrade Political Commissar and Lavrinenko?"
His group of life-and-death comrades and the troops he brought out single-handedly are Malashenko's lifeblood.
Malashenko looked at Iushkin with some "fear", fearing that this guy would suddenly tell him some news that would be like the sky falling. Malashenko was really worried about someone important around him. People left me again, and I really didn’t want to bear such a huge change anymore!
Fortunately, the next words of Iushkin, whose expression did not become unnatural, were indeed good news for Malashenko.
"Comrade political commissar and the others are all fine, comrade commander, everyone is fine! Although we did suffer heavy losses, thanks to the reinforcements that arrived in time, except for you who was defeated by the Germans, the rest of our brigade None of the commanders were killed.”
"The situation is more serious for Comrade Chief of Staff, but he is really lucky! The German shell fragments blew out his intestines. He picked it up with his own hands and stuffed it back. He leaned against the wall and continued fighting with a pistol. "
"Later I remembered that Karachev said that although there was infection and internal bleeding, the situation was not even as serious as yours. He was being treated at the local hospital in Kursk. It was said that he had started to get out of bed and try to walk a week ago. Other than that, Everyone else is great!”
After hearing this, Malashenko's hanging heart was finally relieved, but Iushkin's story continued.
"The troops have suffered heavy losses, Comrade Commander. Comrade Political Commissar asked me to tell you after you wake up that the attrition rate of our brigade's technical equipment and vehicle crews has exceeded 80%, close to 90%. This is after taking into account what can be recovered and repaired after the war. Tanks, if you don’t count these, we would have been completely wiped out.”
"After you fell into coma, the troops received an order from the Front Army Headquarters to rest in place behind the Prokhorovka theater. Commander Vatutin personally drove to our brigade's station that night. Before you I looked at you for the last time before getting on the plane, but I guess you don’t remember it. I heard that our brigade will be given priority to supply equipment and personnel, and we will temporarily rest and standby. Of course, I only heard that, and there is no definite confirmation. "
"But I think even if some of these are not true, our brigade should not have any combat missions in the short term. The losses of the troops are too great! The remaining troops calculated after the war are not even six of our fully-equipped troops. Not even a fraction of it.”
"Even Commander Vatutin said when he inspected us that night that we were a heroic unit, worthy of the name of the Guards. He would truthfully report to Moscow in the name of the commander of the front army and apply for honors and awards for our brigade. , let the leader Comrade Stalin know about this heroic battle, but it is a pity that you did not hear or see any of this. "
Speaking of Iushkin's dishonest behavior, Malashenko really feels that it is getting more and more serious.
The first half made me feel excited. After such a tough battle, any man would be proud.
But before he could be happy for a few seconds, Iushkin said, "It's a pity that you didn't hear or see any of this." It was like a little kid extinguishing a small fire with a splash of urine. Malashenko, who was facing the sea of stars, almost lost his footing and fell into the ditch.
"Do you want to hear the truth, Iushkin? I'll tell you personally."
"Truthfully? Yes, of course I do!"
Looking at Iushkin's "cute" expression, Malashenko pretended to smile mysteriously, raised his right hand and hooked his index finger, signaling Iushkin to come towards him again. Damn it.
Just as Iushkin put his head up with a silly smile, Malashenko immediately turned his hand and slapped Iushkin on the top of his head, and his entire face started to pretend to be angry.
"Be careful what you say in the future. If I die on this hospital bed, it will be because of you who choked me to death! Do you hear me!?"
Iushkin, who did not speak a word, stroked his forehead and continued to laugh. In the end, he just kept saying "hehe" which made Malashenko feel even more wicked.
