Chapter 1287 Bad news on a snowy night

The expected possible German attack did not come, and the dark cold night once again fell on this frozen land of ice and snow.

The golden afterglow of the setting sun will continue to rise with vitality tomorrow morning, but for now, we have to survive this long night. Whether Malashenko likes it or not, today, here, tonight, he has to take his own Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division to guard the encirclement point alone.

There probably won't be any friendly forces to assist, but you have to be careful of those Germans who have realized that they are surrounded and run away. This encirclement point that has not yet been completely closed is an ideal direction for a breakout.

Putting himself in his shoes, Malashenko felt that if he were Manstein, he would definitely order the troops to evacuate from here overnight, but only if the man likes to get angry, throw pencils, and go to Lai, Hebei Province for nothing, plus A head of state who commands blindly will not order the troops not to retreat even half a step.

Anyway, this is not the first time this has been done, and Malashenko thinks it is entirely possible. If Hitler had really given such an order, it would have done the Red Army a great favor, just like leaving fresh meat in front of a group of predators that were rushing towards them without intending to take it away.

Click——

hiss--

call----

"You're back? Tell me what you saw?"

With a cigarette in his hand, Malashenko sat on a broken chair in the division headquarters and smoked. At his feet was a small sling that could not only keep warm, but also heat up something to eat or drink. furnace.

This was hand-made by Karamov using a small oil drum, specially given to the teacher and comrade. It looks ugly but it is really useful. What else is better than getting something hot to eat at such a cold night and lighting it up by the fire? More pleasant?

Political Commissar Petrov pushed the door open and entered the house with a cold wind and flying snow. The damn weather kept falling early and late, but it happened that it started to snow suddenly in the middle of the night. The originally low visibility at night was so covered in white snow that it was even more difficult to see.

If the Germans really plan to try to break out before they are completely surrounded, then tonight is their best time, with excellent objective conditions as a cover, but no one knows whether the Germans really intend to do this.

"It's snowing a lot outside. I went to inspect the position and there was no cough."

Comrade Political Commissar's continuous coughing sounds are comparable to machine guns, and his swaying when walking is the most realistic portrayal of the moment.

Sensing that something was wrong, Malashenko quickly stood up and took a step forward. He reached out to support the political commissar who was about to fall, and blurted out some words of blame.

"I told you to stay at the division headquarters. It's fine for me or Lavrinenko to go. But you have to go and inspect the position by yourself. Your current body cannot bear such a harsh environment."

Comrade Political Commissar's health is getting worse day by day. Anyone who is not blind and who is close to Comrade Political Commissar can see this.

Although he can still insist on staying on the front line, everyone knows that this is the political commissar who is using his tenacious perseverance to hold on.

In Malashenko's words to Lavrinenko in private? If an ordinary person gets such a terrible terminal disease at such an old age, it would be a miracle if he doesn't die of pain or commit suicide in pain? Like a political commissar. Comrades like this are a miracle among miracles and can never be replicated.

"I'm fine. I know how my body is doing. I'm still holding up."

Political Commissar Petrov, who was being helped by Malashenko to move to the chair, couldn't hold on, and a mouthful of bright red spit out instantly accompanied by a loud cough.

"Fuck! You're fucking vomiting blood and you still say you're fine, Lavri! Where did you die, Lavri!? Go quickly. Karachev calls me? Act quickly!"

Malashenko's loud yelling could be heard by the entire division headquarters? Some staff officers who were so sleepy that they had begun to crawl on the table with their hands on their heads were instantly awakened and alerted, and Lavrinenko He hurriedly ran in with his pants not tied at the waistband.

"I went to the bathroom? What happened?"

"Didn't you see? If you have time to ask here, why don't you go quickly and find Karachev for me!"

"Understood? Hold on, wait for me here! I'll be right back!"

Lavrinenko, who was holding up his trousers while running, still couldn't figure out that his somewhat worn trousers couldn't be fastened at all. As he ran all the way, the biting cold wind kept getting into his crotch, which made him freeze.

Lavrinenko, who could only endure it for the time being, could not care about such nonsense? He grabbed the arm of Karachev, who was checking the condition of the wounded in the field hospital not far away, and took the first aid kit with him. Run to the division headquarters.

After an emergency operation and examination by Karachev, the "top doctor of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division"? Political Commissar Petrov held a cup of hot water with just the right temperature in his hand and swallowed a handful of pills? I finally got over this wave for the time being, and sat on the chair and began to gradually regain my composure.

The unkind-looking Malashenko, whose entire face was as black as the bottom of a pot, did not choose to stay with his comrade political commissar. Instead, he stood up and grabbed Karachev and went to the next room where it was convenient to talk. With a backhand, he He slammed the door and got straight to the point.

"Tell me the truth? I can handle it. No matter how bad it is? Tell the truth."

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Kalachev, who did not answer immediately, first pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to organize his words. He finally thought of the answer before Malashenko planned to urge him again.

"The situation is not optimistic. At present, it must be that the cancer cells have metastasized? Even without the equipment and conditions for examination, it is not difficult to guess from the symptoms that it must be the respiratory system and lungs."

"This means that from now on it will definitely be more than just pain. He will feel pain in breathing, become more and more difficult, accompanied by severe coughing and coughing up blood. Until the lung function and respiratory system fail? Then it means Well, you know what I’m trying to say? Right?”

Malashenko, who had just finished refilling one of his hairs, was so worried that his hair was almost falling out. He had to rely on tobacco to relieve his stress.

"Tell me, tell me a time, you should know."

Malashenko is not a medical student, and relies on professionals like Kalachev for the condition of his political commissar comrades. However, the answers Kalachev can give obviously cannot calm Malashenko.

"I can't answer you. I'm sure you won't like to hear it. It's unbelievable that Comrade Political Commissar can survive to this day and still stay on the front line. If this happened to other people his age, he would have died!"