Chapter 983: Comrade Strict Wife Control

After chatting for so long, Commander Cherchenkov suddenly remembered that Malashenko came to see him on this trip. It seemed that he had said it was for personal matters.

But until now, Commander Cherchenkov has still not heard Malashenko talk about anything related to this, which seems very strange.

"By the way, Malashenko, you just said that you came here this time because you have personal matters to deal with. What kind of private matters? Tell me."

If Commander Cherchenkov hadn't brought it up on his own initiative, even Malashenko himself, who was so carried away in chatting, would have almost forgotten the real purpose of this trip.

He raised his hands and rolled up his sleeves and took a look at his watch. He realized that he had been bragging for almost half an hour. Realizing that it would be too late if he didn't ask about the flight time, Malashenko immediately raised his head and faced some doubts in front of him. Commander Cherchenkov asked.

"Comrade Commander, I came here on leave to go home and rest. My political commissar told me that there will be a direct flight to Moscow at noon, and I can take this flight back. He said that he had already I have made arrangements and contacted the friendly garrison at the airport. Do you know about this? "

When Malashenko asked, Commander Cherchenkov himself looked a little confused, because Commander Cherchenkov had never heard any news that Malashenko was going to fly today.

"Don't worry. As far as I know, there are no planes that can fly to Moscow this morning. There is still plenty of time. I will ask the chief of staff. He should know something that I don't know."

Commander Cherchenkov, who stabilized Malashenko first, immediately stood up and took long strides. He came to the chief of staff who was sorting out today's morning telegram not far away. After chatting for a while, he finally Returned after receiving the confirmation message.

"It's confirmed, Malashenko. The plane has transferred from other places and is not parked at the airport yet. Judging from the timetable, the plane should land at the airport at twelve o'clock. But is it accurate? You can’t say it’s on time, after all, it’s winter, you know what I mean.”

Commander Cherchenkov is right. Flight delays in winter can be said to be normal. What’s more, it’s still winter in the Soviet Union. Even military aircraft have to follow the temper of nature. In the 20s of later generations, This was still the case in the first century.

Watching the hour hand on his watch reach the number 11, Malashenko, who estimated that he still had a lot of time, nodded, lit a cigarette for himself, and was about to continue with his old comrades. They were chatting about something when a hurried figure suddenly walked up to Commander Cherchenkov, covering his mouth and whispering in a low voice.

"Huh? Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander, the sentry didn't know what to do, so he called the division headquarters to ask for instructions. What do you think we should do?"

Commander Cherchenkov, who was informed of the news, did not give a direct answer, but further focused his eyes on Malashenko.

"Good brother, have you made an appointment to see someone off today?"

"Send off?"

Malashenko was confused when he was asked. He didn't realize for a moment who would chase him all the way to the airport to see him off. After all, there were only a few people from the brigade headquarters who knew that he was leaving by plane today, but he had already said goodbye to them. Logically speaking, no one should come to see him off at this time.

Seeing the thoughtful look on Malashenko's face, Commander Cherchenkov, who was probably close to the matter, continued to speak.

"The person who came specially to see you off is a young and beautiful girl. She said her name is Anya. You must recognize her. She is also wearing a nurse's clothes. Is this true?"

As soon as Commander Cherchenkov asked the question, he immediately felt that he was actually asking a redundant question, because the surprised expression on Malashenko's face already showed that all this was true.

"So you want to see her?"

Commander Cherchenkov fully respected Malashenko's wishes, but at the moment it was Malashenko who looked dull.

This little girl is really tenacious! I had deliberately avoided looking for her during this period, so how could I still have such a clear grasp of my movements and information? Could it be that he is spying on himself every day in a place where he cannot see? Or is it that there is a big-mouthed guy around her who Anya has quietly developed into an insider, and has been secretly conveying information to the second or fifth gang?

Regardless of that possibility, it is no longer that important to Malashenko at the moment, just because Anya, the little girl, has already come to the door. Thinking about these unnecessary things at this time is equivalent to hindsight.

Malashenko, who knew that escape was not an option, thought for a moment, then raised his head and spoke firmly to Commander Cherchenkov, who was waiting for the answer.

"No need, Comrade Commander, I will pick her up personally and set off immediately."

Commander Cherchenkov has always heard that Malashenko has a beautiful fiancée in his hometown waiting for him to return.

But this was actually the first time Commander Cherchenkov had heard of hooking up with a nurse in a field hospital. After all, only the insiders of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade had heard of this matter for a long time. . Everyone tacitly did not talk about Comrade Brigade Commander's interesting stories to the outside world. At most, they only communicated privately among themselves to satisfy their curiosity.

Looking at Malashenko's hurried departure, Commander Cherchenkov stood up and stretched his neck, watching Malashenko disappear from sight, and shook his head with a smile.

"It's great to be young! Why didn't I seize the time to talk to more girls back then?"

Commander Cherchenkov murmured in admiration, which happened to be overheard by Comrade Chief of Staff who came to sign with the document in his hand, and the slightly sarcastic words with a smile immediately blurted out.

"Be careful if Irina hears this, Comrade Commander, I can guarantee that your end will not be too good!"

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Commander Cherchenkov, who was frightened and turned around suddenly, stared at his chief of staff with wide eyes. After seeing that no one else was around to hear him, he quickly lowered his voice and reminded him.

"Tell your voice lower! If my family member finds out, I won't be able to beat her! You can help me, right?"

It is said that Russian girls have a short shelf life, and Mr. Cherchenkov knows this very well.

After my wife, who was as beautiful as a flower when she was young, got married and gave birth to a child, within a few years she became taller and thicker, and her arms were almost stronger than her own who exercised regularly. As for the thighs, they are even more elevated, almost as thick as an average little girl's waist.

Commander Cherchenkov, who had always doted on his wife, now became known throughout the division as being henpecked.

Perhaps because of taking care of the children, Irina had a bad temper. She even beat her husband and chased him with freshly chopped firewood!

The chief of staff, who was visiting the comrade's home and happened to see this scene, was standing in the yard and was stunned!

In the scene where the division commander was being chased like crazy, he was still the majestic commander of the first division in normal times!

Some people believe it when they say that after doing bad things outside, they come home and are chased by their mother to teach them a lesson! Don't tell any lies.