Steel Soviet Union

There was nothing too unusual about the conversation with Jill along the way.

Maybe Jill still couldn't fully understand what Malashenko said, but she at least knew that Malashenko had a reason for doing what he did. He had his own reasons for his actions, and it was enough to make ordinary others not know how to refute.

"Maybe he is right, but I just can't understand it yet."

Gill, who did not accept death, began to try to think about the problem according to Malashenko's logical thinking. Although this was still a bit difficult for Gill at the moment, at least he had started to try, which was enough to give him a solution that was not too far away. adds a different possibility to the future.

"We're here, get off the car."

Gil was still leaning his head in front of the car window and daydreaming endlessly. Not far away, the sound of opening the door accompanied by Malashenko's warning sounded.

Don't get me wrong, Malashenko is not a "gentleman" who opens the door for a lady. This "straight man" will only open the door for himself. It would be unprecedented to kindly remind him that he has arrived at his destination.

"Are you going to the front line?"

Somehow, Gil, who was following Malashenko out of the car and chasing after him, suddenly said this out of the blue. The question to Malashenko was a little unexpected and baffling, but he didn't take it too seriously and just said it casually.

"What? Worried about me?"

""

The change of initiative in the dialogue was as quick as a flash.

As soon as Malashenko said this, I saw that Jill, who was still looking normal, suddenly changed his color. It couldn't be said that he was blushing from shyness. Anyway, it felt like something was wrong.

"No, how could I be worried about you? What does it have to do with me?"

Malashenko smiled upon hearing this.

"Really? That's great, I'd have a bad conscience if too many people were worried about someone like me who has his head out of his belt."

""

Malashenko's dirty talk was one after another, and it was obviously beyond the capabilities of a little girl like Jill to deal with such a seasoned and skillful "old fritter". After just a few words, he was beaten in less than one round. Rashenko was choked and speechless.

"Okay, let's do this first."

"You go and organize your interview notes, and I will finish the work I want to complete."

"If you have any questions, you can come to me. Remember not to run around. Not everyone may know you after you leave this headquarters. There are many nemesis out there. Be careful to arrest you."

Raising his hand and making a "see you later" gesture, he said goodbye to Jill and turned to enter the combat command room. Malashenko still had a lot of his own troubles to be busy with.

"How is the situation on the front line? How is the fighting going now?"

Before he even sat down on the chair, he was already asking about the latest battle situation.

Kulbalov, who was directing a group of staff officers not far away to deal with military affairs, rushed over immediately after hearing the sound. He was still holding a battle report that had just been sorted out. He blurted it out before he could reach Malashenko.

"Everything went well while you were away, Comrade Commander."

"The progress of both siege teams is very good. The Nazis fought hard and tried to carry out local counterattacks on us, but they were all repelled by us. So far, everything is going according to plan, and our casualties are also small. It is within the controllable range, even more than 30% lower than the earlier expected standard. It is indeed very effective to invest in TOS-1 as a firepower supplement.”

"Well, the premise is that TOS-1 is not targeted by the Germans, but it is only a matter of time. Maybe it has been targeted now."

Compared with Kulbalov's optimism, Malashenko, who is not a cold waterer, still needs to remind some details that must be paid attention to.

"Notify the frontline troops that sufficient troops must be deployed to protect the rocket assault tanks."

"This thing is certainly useful. Any German stick that stands in front of it will be blown to pieces and ground into powder, but at the same time, we must remember that it is a double-edged sword. Once this thing explodes among our people, Come on, I think the German guys on the other side will laugh out loud, but I don’t want to hear how many of us were killed by that truck full of 310mm rockets.”

"In short, we must ensure combat safety as much as possible, and the TOS-1 crew must also pay attention to keeping a distance from the enemy. Although the weapons in their hands have strong charges to reduce the range, they are not short sticks to greet others. Don’t rush into the enemy’s face just to get the heads of two German guys. Try to fire as close to the edge of the range as possible. Once the ammunition explodes, it’s all over.”

Everything has its pros and cons. Although the TOS-1 has fierce firepower, it is also a destructive mobile self-propelled explosive depot.

Although he has repeatedly emphasized that the combat mode of TOS-1 must be implemented in strict accordance with the training materials and combat plans, Malashenko, who is still not completely reassured, still chose to warn the soldiers on the front line again and again for fear of being beaten. Out of order.

"Understood, I will notify you."

"But Comrade Commander, there is another important thing here that you should take a look at."

"Um?"

Looking at the folder that Kulbalov took the initiative to hand to him, Malashenko, who was slightly puzzled, stared at the cover of the folder for the first time and frowned slightly. The reason was of course very simple.

The style of this folder is not that of the Red Army, but that of the other side.

Moreover, the hard cover looks quite worn, and there are traces of being scratched by shrapnel or something else. Even the eagle emblem of Santoku on the cover has its wings cut off.

"What is this thing? Where did you get it?"

I took the folder and before I even had time to open it and flip through it, this curious question came out of my mouth.

"About half an hour ago, the patrol team arranged on the street met a man who was acting suspiciously. He was acting suspiciously because his hands were empty and he didn't take anything. He just put his hands in his pockets. Now he dared to walk on the street. The Germans walking around are all scavenging, but he doesn’t look like he’s here for that at all.”

"The squad leader who led the patrol felt something was fishy, ​​so he called him from behind to stop and get checked."

"Who knew that this German guy had a guilty conscience? When he heard someone calling him from behind and turned around to see it was the Red Army, he was so frightened that he ran away like a rabbit. When the squad leader saw this, he immediately fired a warning shot, but the German guy didn't stop. , was chased all the way by our soldiers, and finally blocked in an alley and had to be captured without mercy. "

"On closer inspection, I realized that the problem was even bigger. The German guy couldn't be as simple as an ordinary person who was scared and ran away. Even though he was wearing coarse rags, his feet were made of nails. These serious German riding boots don’t match each other at all, and they’re all leaking.”

"Then after another search, I discovered that this thing was hidden in the German guy's tightly wrapped coat. I reported it layer by layer and then it was delivered to me."