Chapter 1888 I have something to tell you

Malashenko adjusted the radio and found that the high-power command radio he used as the commander was a bit difficult to use. The sound of electricity was intermittent and there was noise everywhere. Obviously, it was fine when he was fighting at the train station, and there was nothing wrong. The problem is, there is something wrong with the adjustment right now, that is, I cannot make a normal call.

Even though Malashenko used the ancestral method of repairing machines: if it doesn't work, just reach out and pat it twice, this broken machine is still not easy to use and does not give face as usual.

"Damn it, wasn't it normal before? Why did it suddenly become like this?"

He stretched out his hand and patted twice but it still didn't work. He shook his head helplessly and had to give up. Malashenko gave up and didn't plan to try again. He asked Karamov to bring someone over to repair it. If it didn't work, he would just replace it with a new one.

The tank that was advancing at a constant speed slowly stopped, and the signal that it had arrived at its destination was transmitted. Malashenko, who had given up adjusting the broken machine, got out of the turret again, only to find that this boy Iushkin didn't know when to take advantage of him. I accidentally got out of the car and left. I glanced at the crowds of people coming and going around, but there was no one there.

Comrade Lao Ma, who thought that this kid could run faster than a rabbit, just smiled and stopped thinking about it. Anyway, they had already rejoined the team and there was nothing important to do for the time being. There was nothing wrong with letting this kid run around as much as he wanted. .

"Artyom, this boy Iushkin has disappeared, and I don't know where he went."

"Go find Karamov and tell him that I asked him to bring someone here. There is something wrong with the radio in our car. Let him personally see what the problem is and fix it. Remember not to ask his people. Repair it, tell him that I personally ordered him to be responsible for repairing it for me, otherwise he will be cunning and lazy. "

In Iushkin's absence, Malashenko could only ask Artyom, an honest man and a shipbuilder, to run errands for him. Artyom, who was about to lend a hand to help Seryosha check the damage of the car, was shocked when he heard this. He also answered simply.

"I understand, Comrade Commander, I'll help Seryozha tinker with the wheel and then go. It only takes a few minutes."

"Um"

Malashenko still quite trusts Artyom, an "honest and responsible worker brother" when doing things. The long-term cooperation has made Malashenko regard this new loader as his own son. , truly treated as a member of the No. 177 crew.

After explaining the important matters, Malashenko immediately started looking for his expected destination, which was the division headquarters.

It was only when Malashenko hadn't gone very far on his journey that he suddenly realized that what he hadn't taken to heart just now, and that he thought that boy Iushkin was out of his mind or just playing a joke on him, turned out to be true. of.

The people and comrades who passed by me all looked a bit off, or looked different but not normal.

"Hello, Comrade Sir"

"Welcome back, Comrade Commander"

"Hello, Comrade Commander"

The greetings were the same as before, but Malashenko found that everyone's expressions were really weird, as if there was something strange or strange about them.

What a weird method, it’s hard to say. But even if it feels like something is wrong, there must be something wrong. The entire division is your home on the battlefield. If something goes wrong with your family and home, you will definitely be able to detect it immediately. Malashenko knew this very well and was convinced that this was the situation he was facing.

"Something weird happened. Why are all of them like this? What happened? They don't look like each other."

Malashenko, who was muttering in his heart, wanted to find someone to ask, but then he thought that he would reach the division headquarters two steps ahead. There seemed to be no need to arrest someone in front of the division to ask what was going on. , maybe people don’t know what’s going on yet, it’s obviously better to go directly to the political commissar comrades and ask them face to face.

Malashenko, who had made up his mind to do it, immediately stopped thinking about it, shook off the shooting stars, and quickened his pace even more. In just a few steps, he entered the iconic tent of the division headquarters and walked toward the headquarters. The two guards who were saluting with guns at the door returned the salute at any time and then made preparations to lift the curtain and enter.

Unexpectedly, the curtain in front of him was opened from the inside out before he could reach out and touch it. The man who walked out was wearing the uniform of a tank colonel and was acting as deputy during Malashenko's absence. Division Commander Lavrinenko.

"I also said I was going to pick you up when I left, and I'm back so soon? Why didn't you use the radio to notify me first?"

In the past, when Lavrinenko returned home from vacation or from a business trip and had not seen his good friend for a long time, he would definitely give him a big bear hug as soon as he saw the familiar figure of Malashenko. Then he punched Malashenko in the chest while joking and laughing, muttering nonsense words such as "Natalia has fattened you Suka again".

To put it in Lavrinenko's words, this is how Slavic men's reunion should be. What's the point of shaking hands with mother-in-law and saying a few disgusting words and exchanging heart-to-hearts? We don't do things that only women can do.

But this time, Lavrinenko did not do this. Malashenko subconsciously felt that something was missing and a little unexpected.

However, this matter is a trivial matter, not very important. Malashenko still has bigger doubts in his heart that he plans to express. Since we happened to run into Lavrinenko who was about to go out first, we might as well ask him first.

"There was something wrong with the radio in the car and it broke. I tried to contact him but couldn't get through."

"Let's not talk about it for now. Why do the expressions on everyone's faces when I come here seem to be a bit uh, something is not right? What happened?"

""

Malashenko just didn't say anything to retaliate. As soon as he asked this question, Lavrinenko's expression immediately changed.

"This, uh, this is just a little bit."

Lavrinenko was squeaking and couldn't utter a word for a long time. Seeing this, Malashenko naturally became even more anxious. Something must have happened with this look. He had to quickly ask what happened. , could it be that there is something wrong with Comrade Political Commissar’s physical condition?

Just when Malashenko was impatient and planned to continue questioning, Lavrinenko was still holding on to the tent curtain that he had not put down in his hand, that is, inside the division headquarters, but suddenly a leisurely voice came. A voice that sounded a little hoarse, but equally familiar.

"Malashenko? Don't make it difficult for Lavry. I have something to tell you. Come in first."

This voice sounds extremely familiar, but it is also a voice that is obviously not in good condition and must be troubled. It is the political commissar comrade Malashenko has always been worried about.