Chapter 2546 It's still useful in the future

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2546 It's still useful in the future

"Marashenko, Marashenko, wake up, it's time to get up!"

"Marashenko, you'd better get up quickly! Otherwise we'll be late!"

"You Suka, do you want me to kick my butt to get up?"

Drink—

I don’t know how many times Kejing called it, but in short, our Comrade Ma finally sat up from the bed with extreme reluctance and yawned all the time.

If you don't take off your clothes at night and sleep on the camp bed, don't expect to relieve fatigue. It's already the limit to relieve fatigue and distress after a little confused. After all, even if your mental and willpower can withstand it, it's a troublesome to not be able to withstand it. This is the purpose of Malashenko having to hurry up even if he slept for four hours.

"When is it now? Why are you so energetic? Have you not even had a rest?"

Malashenko sat on the edge of his camp bed and rubbed his eyes, while Kokin had already packed up his clothes and threw them over to him.

"Just after four o'clock, you can change your clothes, wash and clean up, and then eat something casually, let's set off. Move quickly, I'll go outside to find something to eat and wait for you."

"Hmm? Change clothes? Am I wearing clothes? What else do I change?"

Marashenko, who was sleeping in a daze, didn't understand what was going on. Seeing that this fool was still in a slight state of fragmentation, Kokin shook his head "without the iron."

"This is a serious live tour. Marshal Zhukov and many others will be there. Do you think it's appropriate to wear this outfit? Standing among a bunch of generals is like a guard who temporarily brought to make up the numbers. As the division commander, don't you feel that you are the one who loses your leader's division?"

"Um?"

Marashenko, who was confused by Kojing, opened his eyes wide. He looked at the whole set of clothes that Kojing had thrown over, and then he realized that it was a set of regular suits for major generals of tank soldiers, and he didn't wear them often.

After reading this thing, I turned around and looked at the "treasure" on my body. The wrinkled and dirty ordinary tank soldiers' combat uniforms have been worn for no reason, and I don't remember when the last time this thing was cleaned. Now I take off my clothes and I guess I can stand up by myself. The clothes that were originally quite soft have become harder now.

Realizing the problem, Malashenko didn't say much, but shook his head helplessly and made a "understanding" gesture to Kojing, followed closely and reached out to the regular suit.

"Hurry up, I'll go out first. By the way, do you want me to bring you some food? What do you want to eat?"

"It's nothing, just like you, see what you can find from us."

Marashenko forgot to prepare breakfast in advance last night, and didn't know what Kokin could find on this trip. Marashenko, who has no special requirements for food, has always been the main thing to eat. He is not picky about food anyway, and he can do anything.

Watching Kokin who had left in a hurry, Malashenko began to yawn again and changed his clothes without any hesitation.

About ten minutes later, when Malashenko, who had finished dressing and washed up for some time, returned to the division headquarters, Kokin had already put the breakfast for two on the table and waited for the day - the baked dareba bread, hot milk, caviar, and two stacks of fat pork that looked oily and meaty.

"Eat these early in the morning? Are you not tired of panic?"

Kojing's breakfast choice is indeed a bit "heavy" but Malashenko didn't expect that my brother would eat these early in the morning, but Kojing looked natural.

"The cook squad leader told me that there is only this. The newly cooked breakfast is still ready to go out of the pot. The milk is ready, and the rest are some things made in advance. The pork was left untie last night. I smelled it pretty good. Anyway, I can't eat it to death. What else do you dislike? Some of them are good, at least they can fill your stomach, and it's not something that is difficult to swallow."

"."

Malashenko thought about it, it was right. Anyway, he could eat anything, as long as Kokin had no problem, everything would be OK.

"What are your plans to finish this in the morning? Take the train back directly? Or do you go on the front line for another two days?"

Malashenko, who was holding fat meat and chewing bread in his mouth, asked a question, and said while drinking Kokin, who was busy taking a spoon to deliver milk to Kokin, who was drinking.

"I went back directly after this trip in the morning. The factory has been very troublesome recently to switch to IS7. Many IS6 production processes were not used anymore and needed to be replaced. I have to go back and watch them, otherwise I would be worried."

Marashenko was slightly shocked when he heard this. Of course, it was about Kojing's words just now.

"Well? You have also switched to IS7? I thought only Shashmulin was doing this in Leningrad? The top leaders agreed that you have switched to IS?"

"It's just a production line to be converted to production, and the remaining production capacity is still IS6. The above consideration is to allow me to have basic IS7 production capacity, so I will be familiar with it first. When the basic replacement needs of IS6 will be met in the future, it will be convenient to switch to production of IS7 and will not be in a hurry."

"The IS7 production capacity of the Kirov factory is still very low. You also know that there are many things that need to be rebuilt in that place. The Shashmulin faces many difficulties. The production and construction of IS7 is unprecedentedly complex. Many parts needed cannot be produced in the Kirov factory. It has to be transferred from all over the country. It is quite time-consuming to send them to a more remote place like Leningrad."

"Anyway, the mass-produced IS7 you received may be the only batch delivered before the victory of the Patriotic War. Even if the batch is calculated at the fastest time point, I guess you will be almost done by the time you shipped, and you won't need these big guys at that time."

Kojing's analysis seemed fine on the surface, but it was only limited to "on the surface". With an evil smile on his lips, he couldn't help but think of some "happy things", but he knew something that Kojing could not know and even predict.

"This is not absolute. Maybe our teacher will need more IS7 after he finishes Berlin. At least I guess there is still work to do in Berlin. It is very important to have. The more IS7, the better."

"."

Malashenko is keeping a stick here as a riddle man. Kokin, who looks confused and at a loss, can't figure out what this means. Why do you need more IS7 after the war?

"Okay, I'll finish it. Don't ask, then talk about what's going on, so you can just put a few bites and let's go. It's almost 4:30."

After saying this, Malashenko stood up and then stepped out of the division headquarters without looking back to wait for Kojing. He left an outstanding tank design master to talk to himself in the division headquarters.

"This kid, I'm secretly guessing the riddle with me, and I want to see what you're talking about."
Chapter completed!