Steel Soviet Union

After reaching out his right hand to take the guard in front of him and handing back his ID, Malashenko suddenly realized that the collar of the guard in front of him, who was wearing a dark black uniform, vaguely revealed the blue and white striped shirt lined underneath. This kind of attire was just a flash of inspiration that instantly made Malashenko react.

"As an aside, comrade guards, are you sailors belonging to the Baltic Fleet?"

Faced with Malashenko's sudden inquiry, the two guards on guard looked at each other and then spoke frankly without hiding anything.

"Yes, Comrade Major."

After hearing the exact answer he had expected from the guard in front of him, Malashenko, who quietly took back his ID with a calm expression, was not too surprised.

After all, the only Soviet military branch that could wear the "Elite Soldiers" sea soul shirt during World War II was the sailors of the Red Navy.

Among the military fans of later generations, there is such a joke that is widely circulated as a benchmark for identifying the combat effectiveness of the Russian army.

The Russian troops, neatly dressed and holding brand-new rifles with tactical accessories, are generally the most ordinary Russian troops with acceptable combat effectiveness.

Generally speaking, the Russian soldiers, who look like hooligans in sloppy clothes and hold worn-out rifles, must be a group of rough veterans and are the backbone of the Russian front-line troops.

The guys who were slovenly, smelled of alcohol, were holding old Soviet-era guns such as AKs and SVDs, and were wearing sea soul shirts, must be the elite of the Russian army. If the terrorists provoked this group of The guy can only admit that he is unlucky.

Although this so-called "quick identification method of the Russian army's combat effectiveness" is just a joke among military fans, it is undeniable that the distinctive clothing of the sea soul shirt is still used by the Russian army in the 21st century. It is also an important identification symbol for elite troops.

During World War II, the Red Navy had no battles to fight on the sea. In addition to providing naval gun support to its army comrades, a considerable number of Red Navy sailors disembarked directly from the ship and used small arms to fight the Germans face to face.

These Red Navy sailors, who were wearing black navy uniforms and wearing the iconic sea soul shirt, once disembarked from the ship and came ashore, they once broke out with extremely amazing combat effectiveness.

Some German troops who originally launched an attack on the Red Army positions not only failed to complete their scheduled missions, but were picked up and beaten violently by the disembarked Red Army sailors wearing sea soul shirts. In the end, they were even beaten by the Red Army soldiers who shouted "Ula" slogans. Like chasing ducks, the sailors rushed back to their starting position in disgrace with bayonets on their buttocks. They were in a very embarrassed state.

The German soldiers who were psychologically affected by the Red Navy coming ashore once called them "striped devils" and "black devils" with lingering fear. As the standard uniform of the Red Navy sailors, everyone had a sea soul shirt. It became an important symbol for the German army to identify the Red Navy ashore.

Just like the reaction of the Allied and Soviet troops once they discovered that their opponent was an elite division of the Waffen SS, the German troops who saw the furry bears on the opposite position each wearing a sea soul shirt would also react. They immediately became extremely vigilant and went all out. The legend that "all the elite soldiers wear sea soul shirts" has been widely circulated from the mouths of the German army since then.

With these classic stories in his mind, Malashenko couldn't help laughing and shaking his head as he walked along.

The German army, which had conquered the entire Europe and was regarded as the most elite army in the world, was actually beaten to a pulp by the Red Navy after landing. Such a result would be almost unbelievable if it did not happen in reality.

"Well, having this group of guys in Leningrad will probably make those Germans suffer a little bit. I'm really curious whether the combat effectiveness of these Red Navy troops ashore is as amazing as the legend says."

Malashenko, who sighed in his heart, walked alone on the crowded and busy dock, where goods piled up as high as hills were waiting to be shipped.

These waterway supplies, mainly food, medicine and munitions, have now become the last life-saving straw for the soldiers and civilians of Leningrad after being surrounded on three sides.

Looking at the busy dock workers who were running back and forth to carry these supplies and the Red Army officers who were directing the work, Malashenko, who was quite emotional in his heart, arrived at the small building of the port office in a short time, ready to find this place. The top commander asked about the situation of transporting his troops across the lake.

"Major Malashenko, please come with me. Colonel Baranovsky has been waiting for you for a long time."

After going through the routine procedures of showing his ID and waiting for the summons, a young naval adjutant walked straight from the small building of the port office and then spoke respectfully to Malashenko.

Following Colonel Baranovsky's adjutant, we arrived at the innermost office on the third floor of the port office. A neatly dressed Red Navy colonel who looked to be about forty years old was sitting at his desk. Then he bent over his desk and corrected the documents at hand.

"Comrade Colonel, I have received Major Malashenko. What are your instructions?"

Following the direction of the sound, Colonel Baranovsky raised his head and put down the pen in his hand. He immediately saw Malashenko standing upright in front of him, and saw the Red Navy colonel in front of him approaching. Malashenko, who cast his own gaze, took a step forward without any hesitation.

"Comrade Colonel, Major Malashenko, Commander of the First Independent Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion, is reporting to you. I wish you good health."

Although he does not belong to the same military branch, he is still two levels higher than Malashenko. Colonel Baranovsky, who was behind the desk, immediately stood up and gave Malashenko a return gift. , the voice that spoke quietly sounded to Malashenko a bit age-incompatible with the vicissitudes of life.

"You go down first, Potav. I will contact you again if necessary. Now let Major Malashenko and I alone for a while."

"Yes, Comrade Colonel."

Seeing his personal adjutant closing the door and leaving, Colonel Baranovsky pointed to the sofa next to his desk and pointed to Malashenko. He spoke.

"Please take a seat, Major Malashenko, let's sit down and talk."

After the two people in the office were all seated, Colonel Baranovsky, who had been prepared for Malashenko's arrival, finally spoke slowly again.

"Originally, I planned to send a liaison officer to pick you up at the station, Comrade Major. But earlier today, German planes bombed the dock again. We have many ships, personnel and materials that need to be rescued, and we really can't save the manpower. It’s unnecessary, I hope you can understand this.”