Steel Soviet Union

The brand-new tank corps major general's uniform and the broad and thick large-brimmed military cap bring an unprecedented novel experience. Two Soviet Hero Gold Star medals and a large list of various medals underneath are placed on the chest, which is quite weighty. Although he is not so handsome in his brand new military uniform that young women scream and girls suffocate, at least he does not look like a dirt hammer from the urban-rural fringe area, which is a bit interesting.

Standing in front of his mirror and looking at his new look, Malashenko took a deep breath and felt as if he had lost himself.

Even though Vatutin personally promised to apply for honorary awards first, Malashenko finally felt that it all seemed a bit too sudden.

It took me more than two years to climb from lieutenant to general. Although this is a derivative result of the accelerated appointment and promotion that will inevitably occur in a state of war, when I think back to everything I have experienced, I still feel like Malashenko still feels like the next day. It was a bit unbelievable, everything seemed to come without warning and was caught off guard, without even a chance to be mentally prepared.

Malashenko stood in front of the mirror and examined himself without saying a word. Natalya, who had taken a special leave at home, quietly stepped forward, stretched out her arms from behind Malashenko and put her arms around his waist. He leaned against his lover's back and spoke slowly.

"It'll make you a little safer on the battlefield, right?"

To be honest, Malashenko, who knows his beautiful daughter-in-law very well, is not surprised that Natalia can ask such a question. In other words, if Natalia didn't speak in this way, it wouldn't be like that. The woman in Malashenko's memory.

For Natalia, who had a rough life experience, this body and her childhood sweetheart, named Malashenko, were the only thing in her small world since childhood.

"Of course, I am a general now, and you hardly hear about the generals of the Red Army dying on the front lines now, do you?"

Natalia didn't care what position or rank her lover held, whether he was a general giving orders or an ordinary soldier. She only cared about Malashenko's safety on the battlefield she could not see, and whether he could finally come back alive to fulfill the promise he had made to her.

Gently holding Natalia's hands wrapped around his abdomen, Malashenko slowly turned around and lowered his head, looking at his lover who was just a head shorter than him in front of him. His speechless movements could only He took Natalia's shoulders and hugged her.

"When I come back, the moment of victory will not last long. We will witness that day together."

While bidding farewell to my lover, I also bid farewell to Moscow, which I once defended with my life.

Malashenko, who had no nearby plane to catch, chose the train, watching the city fade away in the phantom of not too fast speed outside the window.

The difference from when he came was that Malashenko, who was accompanied by his three crew members and Anya, now also brought one more person with him: he said goodbye to his original job and decided to go to the unknown with him. But the future was brighter for Kalashnikov.

"Wait a minute, you are saying that there is a problem with the structural design of Bobosha. Its drum drum is not easy to use in the cold winter, and the chance of bullet jamming will increase a lot, is that right?"

"Not entirely, but it can be partly understood to a certain extent, Comrade Iushkin. The drum capacity of Poposa has some flaws. It is easier for water to enter and cannot be discharged. There are also problems with the structural strength of the spring. In the cold winter, Metal is far less reliable than in other seasons, and combined with the possibility of standing water freezing, this can be fatal in most cases.”

Iushkin didn't know much about light weapons, but he knew better how to operate the large-caliber main gun in his hand that could physically eradicate German sticks without leaving any traces.

Facing Kalashnikov's concise and clear words, Iushkin, who smiled even more than before, nodded frequently, then turned his head and said to the brothers across the table from him.

"Hey, look! Where did Comrade Commander find such a powerful comrade? I have never heard these things he said. We need to pay more attention in the winter."

A few old men had nothing to do but chat on the train. This new guy named Kalashnikov joined and gave Iushkin, who was originally so boring, something new to do. What followed was a question. blurted out quickly.

"Then are you planning to join our division? I heard that you drove a T34 before. I think you should make a change and come to our division to experience the heavy tank named after the supreme leader. I promise you, you will definitely fall in love with this It’s a feeling that those Germans will succumb and be crushed under your thick and solid armor and large-caliber main guns. You will never forget this pleasure.”

As soon as Iushkin opened his mouth, he said a lot of words like a machine gun, which made Kalashnikov feel a little embarrassed and reluctant to accept his hospitality.

"I came here because I have other tasks, Comrade Iushkin. Comrade General said that there is a new task assigned to me. I came with a mission, so I'm sorry that I can't join the battle with you."

Hearing this, Iushkin was inevitably a little frustrated. He turned around and glanced at Malashenko, only to find that his comrade, the commander, was sleeping on the seat, and even his snoring could not be heard from the sun-shielding car that covered his face. Came faintly from under the book.

You can fall asleep instantly when you get there. This is an essential basic skill for tank soldiers. Compared to spending a night huddled in a tank, being able to sleep on a hard seat on a train is already the treatment of a five-star hotel for Malashenko.

"Okay, Comrade Commander is asleep. I think we have to do something. How about drinking some vodka? Comrade Political Commissar is not here either."

I have to say that the trains these days are really slow, even as slow as Brother Iushkin, and counting the later drinking games involving Malashenko, even Anya was forcibly dragged along in the end. Drink, he drank all the dozen bottles of vodka Iushkin had prepared with him before getting in the car.

This slow train, which was as slow as an old ox pulling a broken carriage, finally arrived at the final destination of the trip, the city of tanks where the Second Tank Special Design Bureau presided over by Kotin is located: Nizhny Tagil.

Returning to the heart of the Soviet tank army, Malashenko, whose ears were filled with the sound of forging and smelting on the factory production line, soon met an old acquaintance who came to greet him: Comrade Kotin.

"Haha, my good brother is here! As soon as I heard that you were seriously injured on the front line and transferred to Moscow, I immediately contacted and sent someone to visit you in the hospital. I was relieved to learn that you were out of danger. It seems that the heroic Mara Comrade Shenke cannot be killed by the evil fascist weapons."

Malashenko, who gave Kotin a bear hug when they met, also had a happy smile on his face. Under the premise of win-win cooperation, they were very happy to see each other. On this point, Malashenko and Kotin can be said to feel the same way. .

"You know what I'm here for, right?"

Facing Malashenko's smiling question, Kogin, who also showed a mysterious smile, turned around and made a gesture.

[I Love Novels] "How about talking while eating?"

"Then you'd better prepare enough meat. The food on the train is really not very good."

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