Steel Soviet Union

The convoy slowly stopped downstairs at the forward headquarters. This place was originally a German officers' club in a prime location near the center of Berlin. After being captured by the leader's division, it became the forward headquarters personally selected by Malashenko.

In the words of Comrade Sir, you Germans spend all your time in Berlin singing, dancing, and being free and happy, and you have created such a decadent wine pool and meat forest for your enjoyment. Now that the Red Army has liberated this place, what's wrong with using it? Doesn’t it just mean that the transformation of the pure creation is complete?

It just so happens that this place has all the necessary facilities, so it is really suitable to use it as a division headquarters.

The rest of the division's leadership team, including the political commissar, simply agreed to Malashenko's suggestion. Only your high-ranking officials have made the interior of this place magnificent and splendid, but it doesn't match the leader's usual "hard work and simplicity" style.

Malashenko here had just gotten out of the car and had been waiting for the man who had been waiting for a long time at the door of the building. He immediately walked up to meet him and spoke immediately.

"How's it going? When will we attack?"

"Attack? Well no, let's not attack for now. We have more important things to do than attack."

"Something more important?"

Lavrinenko, who had been waiting for Malashenko to come back and give the order to attack, became anxious on the spot when he heard this.

Now that we've come to this point, what else is more important than sending Nasty to hell?

Seeing that the entire southern district of Berlin was almost fighting, and it was only a stone's throw away from the core area of ​​the city center, at this time, the "sit-down war" suddenly started and it was called "Sit-in War" and it was called "there are more important things to do". In this Lavri year It would be weird if Ke wasn't in a hurry.

"I said, it's already this time. I'm just about to breathe. Let's kill it, Sukka! Now that we've come to this point, what else can be more important than killing these bastards? of?"

Malashenko did inform Lavrinenko and the entire division leadership team of his plan, but not all of it.

To be precise, only two people knew the full version of the plan.

Malashenko and Zhukov.

Except for these two people, any third person knows little about this. To be precise, the report should be based on the step that is about to be carried out at the moment. This is the case.

Therefore, at this point, Malashenko, who can certainly tell the next plan in full, has not continued to hide it, and indeed there is no need.

"Let's go up and talk. Gather everyone and let's have a small meeting."

"Ah, there's a meeting? Okay, let's have it then, I'll go get someone.

As soon as Malashenko went upstairs, he entered the small conference hall first. In fact, it was a small conference hall that was transformed from a bar where Nazi officers held sluts while drinking. He took a seat first and lit a cigarette for himself. . Immediately, I started to look through the several reports that I had just picked up. I took advantage of the fragmented available time to sign a few words quickly, otherwise the pile of documents would pile up and I would have a headache.

When Lavrinenko, who went to call for help, summoned all the comrades, the political commissar and the chief of staff, Malashenko took a glance and found that there were still two people missing, and then he asked questions.

"Where are Kurbalov and Varosha? What are they doing?"

"Kurbalov went down to inspect the troops. As soon as he left, you came back. It's not a coincidence. Varosha?"

"Huh? What's wrong with Varosha?"

Seeing that Lavrinenko was hesitant to speak and couldn't say anything, Malashenko, who felt that there was something wrong, immediately kept asking. Fortunately, this questioning did have an effect.

"That guy gave a little nurse a big belly. The nurse fell down this morning, and there was a pool of blood on the spot and she couldn't get up. When Varosha heard this, he immediately put down the work he was doing. , I went to the field hospital, and I made a phone call to find out the results but they haven’t come out yet.”

"I thought it would waste time waiting for him to come over, so I told his deputy to wait for him to come back and call the division headquarters back. There is no need to call him now. We can take care of his business first."

"ha?"

When Malashenko heard the news, he felt that 114,514 question marks suddenly appeared on the top of his head, and 1,919,810 question marks could not appear because his brain was overloaded. He was speechless and confused. Mom looked shocked.

"When the hell did this happen? How long has he been making someone's belly bigger? Why the hell didn't I hear any news? Do you all know about it and then I don't know about it and you still hide it from me? Huh?" "

Malashenko asked "Huh?" and everyone present looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to say. In the end, the only political commissar who remained calm and composed took the initiative to speak to Malashenko.

"You misunderstood. Everyone here, including me, only found out about this today. Comrade Varosha did a good job keeping it secret."

"Fuck Sokka"

Malashenko just screamed speechless and didn't know what to say and put his hand to cover his forehead, while the political commissar's speech continued.

"I probably checked and found out that the little nurse is from Buryat. Her family is poor and innocent. Both her parents make a living by raising animals. There is no problem with her background."

"As for when Varosha and her started dating, the specific time is not yet clear. The approximate time that can be verified is that someone saw them together at the end of last year. It is estimated that the actual time should be earlier than this, after all, the child It’s been over eight months.”

"No, what the hell, why?"

The more he listened, the more outrageous it became. Malashenko's head felt heavy. After he collected his thoughts for a while, he could speak more logically and clearly.

"No, his son in Varosha has gone to school, and his daughter can also call him daddy. His wife takes two children and leaves them behind, waiting for him to come home after the war and reunite. As a result, he is contributing to the population recovery of the motherland on the front line? ?”

I really couldn't find an appropriate way to describe it. Malashenko held back his last words for a while. It can be seen that he still saved face for Varosha and didn't want to say something too bad.

Before Malashenko could finish his words, Comrade Political Commissar, who had been silent for a while, spoke again.

"Well, it is true that this is all true, but Comrade Division Commander also has to consider his own situation. What if Varosha says that I am determined to follow Comrade Division Commander and learn from him?"

""

"Damn it, Sukka! I didn't hurt Anya's belly."

Malashenko, who felt something was wrong in the middle of the sentence, couldn't go on. The person scolding his mother was definitely not the political commissar. It was just a way to express his emotions, nothing more.

"That's all, let's go! Let this matter go for now, I will take care of him after the war in Berlin is over! What else is there? How is the little nurse's condition? Is her life in danger? How is the child?"