Chapter 981 Old Comrade-in-arms

"Commander Cherchenkov!"

"Is it you!? Comrade Malashenko!"

Hahaha--

The scene where the old comrades hugged each other as soon as they met is enough to make people feel the true meaning of each other.

While laughing heartily, he patted Malashenko on the back to vent his inner feelings of long-awaited reunion. Mr. Cherchenkov, who has a bold personality, has always felt that he and Malashenko have similar personalities and work side by side. They also cooperated with each other very well during the battle, getting twice the result with half the effort.

Being able to see Malashenko reunited after a long absence at the airport where he was responsible for guarding was a surprise to Commander Cherchenkov, who had always missed his old comrade.

“I saw it all, on the Pravda headlines!”

"I have to say, Malashenko, I never tire of the scene where you make that old bastard Paulus bend down and bow! I will still fall in love with that Pravda even if I read it a thousand times! Ha, this old bastard He owes it to our motherland and the entire Red Army. He deserves it! He is lucky to be alive. You did a great job! Malashenko, my good brother!"

After hugging each other without saying a word, Commander Cherchenkov immediately praised us like crazy. Even though our brigade commander had a thicker skin than the city wall, he still scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I didn't think much about it at the time. I just felt that I had to vent my anger for all the people who died in Stalingrad, all the Red Army soldiers who died, and all the commanders and fighters!"

"These Nazi bastards are heinous invaders! They destroyed our home, trampled on our land, and reduced our red faith to be as worthless as excrement in the toilet! They were beaten while resisting desperately. I'm so happy that I surrendered and saved my life when I saw that I couldn't fight. How can such a good thing happen in this world? They must pay a price!"

When Commander Cherchenkov, who thought he was born to pee in the same pot as Malashenko, heard this, he smiled like a flower and couldn't close his mouth at all.

Then he put his arm around Malashenko's shoulders like a good gangster brother, and spoke repeatedly to the political deputy commander and chief of staff beside him.

"We should record these words so that comrades can study hard!"

"I have to say that we have some soldiers and grassroots commanders and fighters, but they lack the spirit of Comrade Malashenko! What is there to say in the face of those dirty Nazi fascists? Use the most severe punishment methods to attack , Destroy them! This is the way to deal with enemies!"

"In the future, our division cannot easily accept the surrender of those Germans! Fight if you want, surrender if you want. Is the battlefield their training ground? We will determine the rules. The heroic Red Army is the final winner!"

Seeing the heroic looking comrade, the division commander put his arm around Malashenko's shoulders, waved his big hands and issued orders, the chief of staff and deputy political commander looked at each other and smiled in unison.

"No problem, you have the final say, comrade division commander, I will find someone to record it right now."

"Of course, Comrade Division Commander, this is worthy of being specially made into learning materials and distributed. This will definitely increase the combat strength and morale of our division."

Malashenko, who comes from later generations, has never believed that any race in the world is inherently despicable.

Because even among black Americans whose notoriety spreads all over the world, there are respectable people like MJ who are loved by God.

So what if he is a Jew?

Commander Cherchenkov possesses almost all the qualities of an outstanding commander and combatant that he can see.

He is brave, perseverant, and tenacious. When the war goes against him, he will go to the front line to cheer for the soldiers and share life and death with them until he wins a turn, repels the enemy, or achieves a breakthrough. When the war is going well, he will sit in the command post and grasp every precise opportunity to ensure that it does not regrettably pass by in his own hands. He will personally drive the entire command post to operate like a precision machine.

Being able to see Commander Cherchenkov again also made Malashenko himself very happy.

Since saying goodbye in the battle at the train station, Malashenko has not heard any news about Division Commander Cherchenkov and his troops.

Malashenko, who emerged from the purgatory of the train station, clearly knows how persistent and pathologically obsessed the Germans are with this strategic location.

Division Commander Cherchenkov's troops have been dealt a heavy blow. Malashenko worried more than once whether this Jewish division commander, who had a similar personality to him, would sacrifice his life for the motherland like thousands of unknown Red Army martyrs. On that passionate land soaked in blood.

Fortunately, Commander Cherchenkov is now standing in front of Malashenko with all his body parts and not a hair on his head.

For Malashenko, who had lost too many important things in the war, this result was the best and it was enough.

Seeing that Malashenko in front of him had not spoken for a long time, Commander Cherchenkov, who was still smiling, quietly spoke again.

"Did you come to the airport specifically to see me this time? Or do you have some official business to do? My good brother."

Malashenko, who had been immersed in feelings for a long time and had no time to speak, heard this and responded with a smile on his face.

"It's not a business matter, it's almost my personal matter. But I really didn't expect to meet you here. I never knew that the current garrison at the airport is your division. It was you who captured this place and eliminated the Germans. Troops?"

"Well, you could say yes, but not entirely."

After thinking for a moment, Commander Cherchenkov did not let Malashenko wait too long. After pulling out a chair and gesturing for Malashenko to sit down and talk, he immediately sat on the chair and answered.

"Pitomnik Airport has always been a strategic location for the Germans. The superiors know how important this place is to the Germans. Once they attack this place, it will be like kicking that old bastard Paulus in the crotch!" This will trigger a very violent chain effect, and all the surrounding German troops will definitely reinforce here like crazy, which is what we expected at first. "

"The superiors assigned our division a tank regiment as an offensive force, an infantry division and a tank regiment as the spearhead to capture Pitomnik Airport. At least to test it out first. If the enemy resists desperately and is too tenacious, we will retreat first to gather strength. More powerful offensive energy to avoid being held back by the enemy and counter-surrounded by German reinforcements, this is what the order book says. "

Commander Cherchenkov seemed a little tired when he spoke. He grabbed the water glass on the table and took a sip for himself. Then he reached out and pulled the cigarette box beside his arm, and took out two cigarettes for himself and Malashenko. One by one, they caught fire.

"But when the actual battle started, we found that the actual situation we encountered was completely different from what we originally expected!"