Chapter 845 Sleeping with each other’s arms

After thinking about it, Malashenko still couldn't think of any good solution, and finally left the decision-making power to Kulbalov himself.

"Kurbalov, I have a question. Do you have any idea about what kind of position you will hold in the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade?"

Being able to ask such a question, Malashenko has two plans.

First of all, Malashenko really doesn’t know what position to assign to Kulbalov. There is no place in high places, and low places are afraid that others will have opinions and hurt the feelings between comrades. Throwing this trouble to Kulbalov himself is one of the more appropriate solutions at the moment.

Furthermore, Malashenko also wanted to use this opportunity to test Kulbalov to see if this guy is the kind of arrogant and unwilling to give in, or the kind of guy who can "see the general picture" and "understand the general outline". A good comrade with long eyes.

It can be said that this kind of thing will exist wherever there are people, and the army that advocates the strong is no exception.

In line with the principle of truth that "one person can ascend to heaven", Malashenko naturally has to unite the old leadership team he brought up. This is an established fact. Now it depends on whether Kulbalov can understand and support Malashenko. Rashenko’s decision.

From Kulbalov's next expression and eyes, Malashenko could clearly see that the other party was indeed thinking about what he said, and the answer he gave immediately after that did not make Malashenko feel anything at all. What a surprise.

"I obey the arrangements and any orders from my superiors, Comrade Brigade Commander."

"I was a battalion commander when I retired from the front line. If possible, I would like to continue to do my old job. The brave Cossack cavalry should always stay on the front line of the battle. The comfortable and peaceful life in the headquarters is not suitable for me. Comrade Brigadier, I would rather be with the soldiers, this is what I really think.”

To say that Kulbalov did not understand his potential implications, Malashenko, who had been watching Kulbalov's eyes and facial expressions, did not believe it.

Being able to give such a clever answer, Malashenko can basically conclude that Kulbalov is sincere, and of course there is also the decisive factor of respecting himself.

All in all, Kulbalov is not a big, thick, muscle-headed person who cannot think. Even if he is not good at observing words and emotions, he at least understands some of the techniques.

If a person with a flexible mind and the ability to think clearly becomes a battalion commander, his command should become much easier. Kulbalov obviously meets Malashenko's expectations.

"I plan to use the new IS1 heavy tanks to fully equip the first battalion. This will be the absolute main force of our brigade in future battles. Are you interested in serving as the commander of the first battalion? Comrade Kurbalov, most I will fight with the First Battalion under any circumstances, and I hope you will be able to cooperate and cover me. "

Carrying people in a sedan chair is a time-honored trick that has been tried and tested. Kulbalov, who had already understood Malashenko's meaning, smiled knowingly without any pretense.

"Of course, I'm more than happy to do so, Comrade Brigadier."

As Kulbalov told Malashenko, the formation of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade will take about a week to complete, and personnel and equipment are still arriving every day.

In the next few days, Malashenko can be expected to be relatively free. Of course, this also indicates that Malashenko will finally be able to sleep well for a few days, if there are no big changes.

After leaving the village center school, which serves as the brigade headquarters, Malashenko planned to walk around the village under the leadership of Kulbalov to learn about the current specific situation of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and grasp a substantive Dynamic.

Unexpectedly, Commissar Petrov, who had already arrived at the brigade and started to lead people to start work, kept Kulbalov behind. Many logistics and political work, files and document reports required Kulbalov's assistance. All this requires that the sooner the better, the better without wasting too much time. It is necessary to establish contact with the front army headquarters as soon as possible and send Malashenko's first report after taking over the command.

After hearing these reasons, Malashenko smiled bitterly and shook his head. Since the days of the original regiment headquarters, he has been basically a hands-off shopkeeper for these troubles of mother-in-law and mother-in-law. Political Commissar Petrov, an all-round veteran, handles them all. .

Now that he has been upgraded to brigade headquarters, there will be more troubles. Malashenko, who feels a big headache just looking at it, does not want to immerse himself in a pile of documents, so it is better to leave Kulbalov here alone to "suffer" .

"Hey, having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. This is true."

Malashenko, who went out alone, murmured complacently to himself. Although Petrov's position as political commissar had changed and he had become deputy political commander, neither he nor Lavrinenko, nor the The surviving veterans of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment who had withdrawn from Stalingrad were still willing to continue to call Petrov Comrade Political Commissar.

According to the soldiers, comrade political commissar is called "kind", and everyone has long been accustomed to calling him that.

Lavrinenko told Malashenko that the leadership team of these people had not changed anyway, so they could just continue to call them whatever they were called, and just call them in a smooth tone. Why bother with them so much.

After hearing this, Malashenko thought it was right. Political Commissar Petrov was still the same Petrov. Since the soldiers liked to call him that, let him go. I'm used to it. If I really want to change it, I probably won't be able to change it for a while, so I might as well not change it.

Malashenko, who had just walked out of the brigade headquarters courtyard, bumped into Karamov.

This "mechanical madman" with an excited face was leading his group of maintenance soldiers to work around an IS1 heavy tank parked behind the brigade headquarters courtyard.

The engine compartment cover and turret top cover of the entire tank were completely opened by Karamov and his gang, and even the tracks were pulled off. He was lying on the ground studying the running mechanism, looking at Marashin, who was more than 20 meters away. Keshi shook his head repeatedly.

"These guys will probably have to sleep with IS1 in their arms tonight."

Karamov and his field maintenance battalion were not the only ones who wanted to sleep with IS1 in their arms. Lavrinenko, who had been working inside the tank for more than half an hour, finally got out excitedly, with a joyful expression on his face. Later generations learned that elementary school students ran wild on the playground without summer vacation homework.

"New! Everything is new! No oil smell, no stains! Everything is new inside and out. I feel happy just looking at it, Malashenko! This is amazing , I’m sure I can kill the shit out of those Germans!”