Steel Soviet Union

The new car has arrived?

Although Lavrinenko shouted loudly, our old comrade Ma looked confused.

"Wait a minute, that's not the case. Ke Jin didn't say that the car would be delivered in more than a month. I think it's not that fast, right?"

Malashenko, who felt as if there were ten thousand grass-mud horses running wildly in his heart, could hardly believe his ears.

Malashenko is very aware of Kotin's talent. His reputation as the father of the Soviet heavy tank is not hidden there after all. The process of upgrading IS1 to IS2 is only a matter of time for Kotin.

However, according to Malashenko’s previous assumptions, no matter how fast Kogin makes progress, it will take at least three to five months for Koky to complete the IS1’s mass production license just now. Upgrade work, and produce the first batch of trial models and hand them over to Malashenko for final actual combat testing before large-scale mass production.

The fact is that our Comrade Lao Ma once again underestimated Kogin's desperate posture, and also underestimated the Soviet Union's ability to violently produce heavy industry.

Surprised but not daring to delay, Malashenko stood up from his chair with a roar, stared at Lavrinenko who was still slightly out of breath from running all the way, and asked.

"Where is the tank now? Has it arrived?"

"Not yet. Didn't I come to inform you as soon as I received the news?"

Halfway through his words, Lavrinenko was about to take a breath, but when he looked up, he saw Malashenko's expression about to ask another question. Lavrinenko, who could figure out what this expression meant, had no choice but to say Continue to speak.

"At the train station, the train transporting tanks has just arrived at the train station! The train station has sent a liaison officer to inform us to come and collect the equipment. I was about to ask you which troop should be sent there and how many people are appropriate."

Upon hearing this, Malashenko immediately subconsciously glanced at Commissar Petrov next to him, and the two people who stretched each other immediately learned the answer from each other's eyes.

"Inform Kulbalov that except for those who must be on duty in the first battalion, everyone else will go to the train station by car. If there are not enough jeeps, take a truck. You can borrow a car from Karamov. Hurry! I want it in ten minutes See everyone gathered!"

Upon hearing Malashenko's words, Lavrinenko did not dare to neglect, and immediately turned around and ran to the first battalion commander Kulbalov to inform him of the order.

On his side, Malashenko immediately took off the armed belt hanging at the entrance of the tent and tied the holster to his waist. He took off his military cap, put it on his forehead and walked out.

"Do you want to come along?"

Malashenko took half a step but stopped again, turned around, and then turned back to Commissar Petrov, who was still sitting in his seat behind him, and asked.

"Me? Forget it, if the brigade commander, deputy brigade commander, and deputy political commander are not here, there will be no one who can make a decision if an emergency occurs."

"You and Lavery go ahead. I'll wait here for you to come back. I won't have time to take a look when you bring the tank back."

After hearing Comrade Political Commissar's reasons, Malashenko, who didn't think much about it, didn't have time to say anything more. He just nodded and rushed out of the tent.

On the other side, Kulbalov, who was busy directing the training of the troops, met Comrade Lavrinenko, the deputy brigade commander, on the training ground. The latter spoke hurriedly without even taking a moment to take a breath.

"Stop doing this, Kurbalov, gather the troops immediately! Comrade Brigade Commander has ordered us to go to the train station to pick up the train immediately. Move quickly!"

"Take the car?"

Wearing a tank soldier's combat uniform and a black leather tank cap covering the top of his head, Kulbalov, who had just got off his car, didn't realize what he meant for a while. Comrade Deputy Brigade Commander was unaware of this. The hasty words without any clue are really confusing.

"Comrade Deputy Brigadier, I don't quite understand. What kind of vehicle are we going to get? Do we need to dispatch the whole battalion? You know, not even half of today's training has been completed."

"Stop asking. If you ask again, I'm not here to talk to you. Comrade Brigade Commander will be here soon! Before then, gather your troops quickly. He is more anxious than me!"

Looking at the anxious look on Lavrinenko's face, Kulbalov, who could probably guess the urgency of the tense, simply stopped asking any more questions and blew the military whistle hanging around his neck to issue a rally call. Order.

The 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade is the elite of the entire Red Army tank force, and the 1st Tank Battalion led by Kurbalov is the main force of the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade. The implication is that it is the elite among the elite.

In order to ensure that the first battalion always maintains the high morale and combat effectiveness of a model leading unit, Malashenko specially assigned most of the supplementary veterans transferred by his superiors to Kulbalov's command according to priority arrangements. At present, The 1st Tank Battalion can be said to have assembled the most powerful group of veterans from the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of the Stalin Guards.

The tank battalion with a veteran ratio of 60% was indeed assembled very quickly.

Many of these are veterans who have been fighting since the outbreak of the Patriotic War in 1941, and even from the operation against Poland until now. The emergency response speed shown by them is indeed different from that of the new recruits.

It only took a little over a minute to receive the urgent order from the battalion commander. A large group of veterans immediately led the few recruits to gather together as quickly as possible, and followed the instructions required during normal training. Stand in line like that.

Some crews who drove their tanks far away even abandoned their cars and ran with their legs spread all the way.

The reason for doing this is not because of the commander's own initiative, but because as the battalion commander, Kulbalov had a clear order before: As soon as the whistle blows, no matter what you are doing, you must gather here immediately, even if you You're taking a shit, you haven't even wiped your butt, and the shit is halfway out of your anus. You have to use your sphincter immediately to cut off the shit, put on your pants, and run over to me.

"I don't ask you what you are doing, I don't ask for excuses, and I don't want the process. I just want the results! If you are 10 seconds later than my scheduled time, you will clean the toilets in our camp for a week. If you are half a minute late, the toilets will be empty for a month. is you!"

"I'm very sorry if it's a minute late, comrade. Only elites are required in this battalion and no waste will be collected! Maybe Battalion Commander Karamov's logistics department still lacks strong porters. I suggest that we go there and try to report."

With Comrade Battalion Commander's vicious orders in advance, these veterans, who knew that Comrade Battalion Commander was highly regarded by Comrade Brigade Commander, naturally knew what to do. Even the most cunning veteran wouldn't want to get into trouble at such a critical juncture. Just take the blame yourself and don't involve others.