Chapter 973: Strong Onlookers (Revision)

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It must be admitted that Malashenko has long wanted to go home and have a good rest, and has talked about this with Political Commissar Petrov many times.

But when the vacation suddenly hit his head, Malashenko felt rushed and overwhelmed, and he didn't even think about how long he wanted to take.

Seemingly reading something from Malashenko's "unprepared" expression, Vatutin quickly spoke quietly again without waiting for Malashenko to decide how to answer.

"Let's do this, Malashenko."

"Given that you will definitely have some business to do during this vacation, it will definitely take up a lot of your personal time, and the journey back and forth will also take time. The total vacation approved by the Front Army Command for you is two weeks. Of course, this is just I will consider the future plans based on my personal perspective.”

"If you have any needs, please feel free to put them forward, Comrade Malashenko. We can discuss it during the vacation. This is all negotiable."

Vatutin did not say anything directly, but left Malashenko some room for maneuver. This actually made Malashenko, who thought that it would be good to take a week off, a little bit. ecstatic.

"No, no, no, I don't have any other needs, Comrade Commander, a two-week vacation is enough for me! I am very grateful to the Front Army Headquarters for approving this two-week vacation for me!"

After hearing this, Vatutin stared at Malashenko for a while, and then nodded after confirming that Malashenko really thought so in return.

"Since you said so, we will implement this plan. When you leave later, go to Comrade Chief of Staff to go through the formalities, fill out a few forms and sign them, and then go back to your first guard. The heavy tank brigade headquarters must arrange the handover and related tasks, and I will go down to inspect it personally after you leave."

Vatutin reminded Malashenko of the key points with a smile on his face, and Malashenko naturally nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Of course, I understand, Comrade Commander! I will definitely arrange all the work of our brigade before leaving, so you can rest assured."

"Okay, now let's talk about other things. Besides, the tea is almost cold. You can take a sip first. It tastes quite good."

Malashenko and Vatutin still had many things to talk about. Iushkin, who arrived with Malashenko, was not idle at the moment, and became a "red man" in the front army headquarters.

"Comrade Iushkin, we have all heard! You are the gunner of Brigadier Malashenko's crew! You must have witnessed the scene of capturing that old bastard Paulus alive. Tell us what it was like. Feel.

"Yes! Comrade Iushkin, this kind of scene is rare. You have to share your joy with all of us."

"That's right! Say it quickly, Comrade Iushkin, don't wait any longer."

The front army headquarters, which was originally as busy as a spinning machine, immediately seemed much more relaxed after the news of the victory came.

Those staff officers and correspondents of the front army headquarters who were similar in age to Iushkin seemed to regard Iushkin as Malashenko's right-hand man who would take him wherever he went, especially after hearing that Iushkin It was even more remarkable after Shkin was the gunner of Malashenko's crew. He immediately surrounded Iushkin with all kinds of chatter, asking to tell the exciting story quickly.

"Uh, let me think about this first, let me organize the language, comrades."

Although Iushkin is usually the dramatist and funny person among Malashenko's crew, that is only when he is with his comrades in the same crew.

Iushkin will be very nervous when meeting strangers, especially many strangers. He stutters and seems to have forgotten how to speak for a while. He puts his hand on his chin and thinks for a while under the gaze of a bunch of eyes. It took a minute before he spoke slowly.

"The first thing I want to say is that those Krauts are really difficult to deal with, comrades."

"Even at the last moment, these Germans who faced defeat still did not give up the fight. The only food they could use to satisfy their hunger every day was one hundred grams of bread slices. If they wanted to drink water, they would dig a spoonful of snow outside the house. Come back and use the fire to heat the lunch box to turn the snow into water."

"But sometimes the Germans couldn't light a fire, because we were very close to them, only one house away. The smoke from the fire would reveal their specific location, and then a few grenades would be thrown in through the window, destroying the Germans. The person who was blown away fell on his back. "

"So when they can't light a fire, these Germans just eat snow and bread slices, a mouthful of snow, a mouthful of bread, melt the snow in their mouths, and then swallow the bread. Enemies with such a will to fight are the most difficult to deal with, and there are many Sometimes these Germans are driven to a dead end by us, and they will only surrender as a last resort. As long as there is a little hope, they will fight to the end. "

Although Iushkin's speech had some incorrect answers, such a wonderful frontline battle plot was something that these young staff officers and correspondents who had been staying at the front army headquarters had never seen before. Almost everyone listened attentively. , for fear of missing the most critical details.

"Comrade Iushkin, I have a question! Those Germans were beaten into that state. They were neither for the defense of the motherland nor for justice, and they had no communist beliefs to support them. What supported them to fight on?"

People with cultural knowledge naturally ask different questions from those who can't read a single word. This is a normal situation.

But to be honest, Iushkin himself has not attended many party classes. Although he is a party member, he can only reach the level of ideological awareness that just passes the test.

To say that Iushkin has the depth of research and understanding of communism and ideology like Political Commissar Petrov is pure nonsense. So don't look at Iushkin's words just now. Once it comes to the issue of ideological form, he is completely in the dark: he is completely blind.

"This question is really difficult to answer, comrade. After all, I am just a tank soldier. If you really want to know the answer, you can ask the political commissar of our brigade. He is an expert in this field."

"Hahahaha, Comrade Iushkin can't do it!"

The sudden laughter around him made Iushkin feel quite embarrassed. Iushkin, scratching his head and thinking that he had to answer something, finally choked out another sentence.

"I think it may have something to do with the Germans themselves."

"I heard from some German prisoners that their superiors told them that they would die if they were captured. They said that our Soviet Red Army would kill all German prisoners of war. Kill 95% of the people, let the remaining 5% be responsible for digging pits, burying and transporting corpses, and finally kill everyone! How ridiculous is this?"