Chapter 779 Brother, do you want to see a bear?

The air-raid shelter converted from an underground granary, which was already a small space, was filled with people running in to seek refuge.

After running wildly in with Anya in his arms, Malashenko discovered that not only the people in the hospital, but also the Red Army soldiers patrolling in the surrounding streets had also run in to temporarily avoid the air raid. Mixed with a lot of ordinary civilians, the general scene of a vegetable market with children crying, adults shouting, and Red Army soldiers yelling and talking made Malashenko frown instantly.

"Quiet!!!"

Malashenko's throat-splitting Hedong lion roar really worked. The air-raid shelter that was originally chattering like a vegetable market suddenly became quiet and you could hear a pin drop.

I originally planned to see who was so bold as to give the order and yell.

But when the lieutenant, who was originally the highest-ranking military officer in the entire air-raid shelter, instantly turned around and saw Malashenko's familiar face that almost everyone in Stalingrad knew, his mouth that had just been half-opened immediately tightened. Don't dare to beep any more.

"It's okay for women and children to cause chaos. You are glorious Red Army soldiers, why are you in such a mess?! If the Germans come in at this time, why don't you be so chaotic that you can't even distinguish between the enemy and us!?"

Malashenko rarely put on the airs of a regiment leader and shouted instructions to the crowd, but he seemed to have forgotten that he was still holding a weight of more than 100 kilograms in his arms.

"Uh, comrade leader, that"

"What? Say what you have to say!"

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A certain nerve in his brain was short-circuited and he didn't know what state he was in. Malashenko suddenly turned around, like a lion that had been interrupted from his nap and climbed up from the grass, staring at the initiator of his sleep. , stared at Karachev who was about to remind him with a rather scary look, but it frightened Karachev who had never been stared at with such a ferocious look.

"Comrade leader, in my arms, in your arms"

"Huh? What happened to my arms?"

""

Karachev, who had no idea that Malashenko could be such an "idiot", was so speechless that even he didn't know how to continue the conversation.

At this moment, the whispers coming from not far away floated into Malashenko's ears, which was quite familiar to our comrade leader.

"Oh, my God, did I see it wrong? Look at who the comrade leader is holding in his arms."

"Comrade Leader Stalin testifies, you read that right, Irina, Comrade Leader is holding Anya in his arms!"

"I have never envied this little girl before, but starting from today, I swear it will be different."

Woman is a very magical creature.

Even if one minute they are running for their lives on the street, the next minute they see something they are interested in and they can immediately start chatting with each other, especially when many women who are familiar with each other gather together. , the team gain BUFF will be stronger.

The last time I heard this chattering discussion, Malashenko was still in the field hospital at the No. 1 Railway Station.

Under multiple reminders, Malashenko finally remembered that he was still holding someone in his arms. The feeling of being a little sore after holding him for too long was immediately transmitted from the rewired brain nerves.

Realizing that the situation was not right, Malashenko immediately put Anya down, but who knew that this little girl not only did not have the fear of just escaping from birth, but her little face was as red as a ripe one. Apple makes our Comrade Ma extremely embarrassed.

"Yeah, the more you do it, the more trouble you get. Now I'm completely stuck."

I have to say that the comrade lieutenant who was fascinated by it just now was also very responsive.

He was good at observing people's emotions. After noticing that Malashenko's expression was a bit strange and unpleasant, he immediately realized what the scene was about.

Although the current situation is "I know Malashenko, but the regiment leader Malashenko does not know me," this does not affect the astute comrade lieutenant to flatter him and take the initiative to help the regiment leader get out of trouble.

"Okay, everyone has heard the order from Commander Malashenko, be quiet! Go and do your own business and wait for orders. Don't get together. Disperse. Disperse."

One thing to say, this kid has really good eyesight. I will take this opportunity to say a few nice words to his superior to repay him.

The above are the most straightforward and simple thoughts in Malashenko's heart at this moment.

The whistling sound and engine roar coming from outside the air-raid shelter overhead are still continuing. Malashenko estimates that a large-scale air strike of this scale may continue for about half an hour. Before that, he can't go anywhere and must go. Stay here until the air raid is over.

There was no tank cap on his head, nor the tattered fire-proof combat uniform on his body. Only the mechanical watch he had ripped off from the corpse of the German armored colonel was still ticking as usual.

Malashenko, who was wearing a hospital gown and had no subordinates or political commissars for him to yell at, suddenly felt a little lonely. To describe it more accurately, he felt uncomfortable.

After all, Malashenko has long been accustomed to having his head tied to the waistband of the German guy as soon as the explosion of gunfire is heard. This feeling of losing everything in an instant is really enough to make people feel an indescribable emptiness.

"Damn it, I don't even have a phone at hand, I can't even contact anyone, Gan!"

He muttered a few curses in his mouth, but Malashenko, who was still holding his hands, stretched out his hands and tore open Anya's trouser legs along the wound position, and the entire front half was almost completely submerged in the blood dripping from the flesh. The scalpel is painful enough just to look at it.

"How's it going? Does it still hurt?"

"Well, a little bit"

Glancing at Anya's nymphomaniac expression from the corner of his eye, Malashenko knew for sure that whatever he asked her now would be in vain, and he might as well not ask to save his tongue so as not to be in a hurry to drink water.

"Karachev, it's your turn. We don't have enough manpower. Call some nurses over there to treat the wound. Don't let her get infected!"

"But I don't have anything at hand right now. Comrade Commander, I can't treat the wound."

"You damn Tiehanhan, forget it, I'll do it myself."

Malashenko, who was complaining in his heart, put his face forward and took a closer look at the wound on Anya's calf. After guessing that there was no important blood vessel, he immediately grabbed the handle of the knife and gently used force to pull it out in an instant. When it came out, even Anya's exclamation of pain was half a beat slower than Malashenko's movement.

jingle——

The discarded scalpel fell to the ground with a crisp sound. After gritting his teeth and removing half of the sleeve of the hospital gown, Malashenko immediately started to apply pressure and bandage the wound.

It is also funny to say that the reason why Malashenko knew these basic emergency wound treatment methods was because when he first went to Moscow University to study, he caught his best friend Rosov who was in the same dormitory with him and asked him what men should do in Russia. What happens when you experience entertainment projects.

Rosov, this heartless second-rate man, did not take Lin Jie to play with rifles and tanks, nor did he take Lin Jie to a place where men would know how to be free and happy.

After packing some outdoor luggage and survival equipment, the two of them chartered a car and ran into the forest, traveling thousands of miles to watch the authentic Russian wild fur bears.