Steel Soviet Union

The news brought by Iushkin is basically consistent with Valena's self-report.

After hearing this, Malashenko, who felt that the conclusion was already finalized, no longer thought about it, then turned around and whispered a few words into Iushkin's ear and patted him on the shoulder.

Understanding, Iushkin immediately left in the original direction. After Malashenko ordered Valena to wait for him with the child, he immediately turned back to his car and climbed into the turret.

"Comrade Commander, what happened outside?"

Seryosha, who was left alone in the car, turned around and looked at Malashenko, who had returned to the turret, and asked. Malashenko, who was busy rummaging through the cloth bags and storage boxes hanging in the turret, said casually. He opened his mouth and answered.

"Seryozha, where are the cans of meat and sausages that we just got from the German prisoners of war?"

"Well, it's here with me, Comrade Commander. Iushkin gave it to me for safekeeping. He said we would have a late-night snack after we arrived at the train station."

"Good, now give them to me."

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Seryozha, who was not sure why, hesitated for a moment and quickly followed Malashenko's order. He reached out to take the bag handed over by Seryoshenko, and Malashenko opened it and took a look inside.

After making sure that there was enough stuff, he reached out and stuffed the two unopened paper-wrapped breads he took out from the turret storage basket into them. He weighed them in his hands and felt that they weighed about ten kilograms. Then he said nothing. Then he climbed out of the turret with the cloth bag again.

When Malashenko returned to Valena again, Iushkin and Igor happened to come back with the two militiamen just now, and everyone gathered at the same location again.

With a bag full of food in his hand, Malashenko first handed it to Valena in front of him and held it, then turned around and spoke to the militia squad leader next to him who made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I handed her a bag of food. Your job is to make sure that the food can be eaten peacefully by their family of four until it is consumed. I don't want to hear any excuses, I just want the end result."

"I am Malashenko, the lieutenant colonel of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. You can give my name to your superiors or anyone else. In addition, it is best not to have any more uneven distribution of supplies! Look! Look at you now, you are more energetic than the soldiers under my command."

At this critical moment, the militiamen staying in the rear cities were actually more energetic than the soldiers of the Guards Tank Regiment on the front line. Malashenko's words were no longer serious, but were threatening the life of the militia squad leader.

The militia squad leader was so frightened by Malashenko's shocking words that he dared not say a word. The militia squad leader, who had tampered with the distribution of supplies in order to make himself fuller and have some cigarettes to smoke, was trembling with fear.

Malashenko is a name that has appeared frequently in the besieged city of Stalingrad in recent times.

The propaganda department of the Red Army portrayed the tank hero Malashenko as an extremely glorious and positive image, fighting side by side with the soldiers, thereby inspiring morale and inspiring the soldiers' determination to bravely resist the enemy and defend their homeland.

Civilian propaganda departments in the city also followed suit, triggering a large number of leaflets with portraits of Malashenko and photos with frontline soldiers, titled "Tank heroes defend the great city in the name of the leader." Distributed in large quantities all over the city.

In some urgently printed newspapers, a report on the fighting situation of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was even typed under Zhukov's portrait on the front page, even among the illiterate children and Chuidi in the city. Even old people can recognize Malashenko's name.

And now, he was targeted by such a person unexpectedly and remembered it in his heart. Just thinking about this kind of thing made the militia squad leader feel creepy and shuddering. He had become a member of society before the war. He is a veteran and knows very well what consequences this represents.

The non-smiling Malashenko patted the militia squad leader on the shoulder with a slightly scary smile, then turned and left.

Disdainful of this scum who abused his power to manipulate the refugees in the distribution of supplies, he learned all the truth from young Alexei with a little threat and intimidation, and was just dismissed by Malashen. Lieutenant Igor and Iushkin, who were ordered by Ko to handle this matter, immediately left with them. Before leaving, they did not forget to glare at these scumbags with eyes so sharp that they could peel off human skin. Eye.

The affairs of adults are limited to the world of adults. The two young daughters left behind by the hero are completely unable to understand what happened just now.

"Mom, what did that uncle give us? What is that you are holding in your hand?"

The young mother, with tears streaming down her eyes, leaned down slightly and reached out to gently caress her daughter's little head. This country, this nation, and everything that had and was happening around her still made her heart full of hope for tomorrow. Good expectations.

"It is hope, my child, the real Red Army uncle left us hope to live."

The reactivated 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment ended this interlude of several minutes and went on the road again. Malashenko, who was still hanging half of his body outside the turret, was enjoying the cool night with a cigarette in his mouth and no guns. The world where the only sounds are the grinding of crawler tracks and the roar of engines is a bit less colorful for Malashenko.

"What are you going to do with that scumbag? Are you going to let him continue to harm the refugees?"

Iushkin, who also held a cigarette in his hand, opened the top cover next to Malashenko and leaned half of his body out of the turret.

Regarding Iushkin's question, Malashenko, who took a deep breath from his cigarette, answered almost without thinking.

"Just mention it when you contact the Army Headquarters or the Front Army Headquarters. This kind of scum will cause big problems sooner or later if he stays in his position. Since I met him, I will consider him unlucky and give him a rifle. Letting him fight the Germans is the best outcome."

After flicking the ashes from his hand gently and smiling, Iushkin was obviously not surprised by the answer of the comrade commander who had been with him day and night for more than a year.

"Yes, this is your way of doing things, and it is also one of the reasons why I admire you."

"But you gave away all the late-night snacks for our entire crew for free. Thinking of this, I let it go."

It can be expected that the greedy Iushkin will definitely be depressed about this matter. Malashenko, who smiled and flicked the burnt cigarette butt out of his hand, then spoke softly.

"But some things are always worth doing, aren't there?"