The 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, which has more than a hundred tanks of various types, started to move, and its movement could be described as making the earth tremble slightly.
Thinking back to the brigade commander's speech that I heard last night when I went to the brigade headquarters to attend the combat meeting of battalion-level and above cadres, and watching the majestic heavy tanks one after another beside me walking in column, raising dust, to be honest
It was the first time for Major Varosha to witness such a grand scene with his own eyes. When he recalled what he had experienced in Stalingrad not long ago, he couldn't help but feel emotional.
"As a soldier, even from a man's perspective, there is no scene more heart-pounding than this!"
After fighting side by side in Stalingrad, Captain Varosha always kept in mind Malashenko's previous invitation, and the idea of joining the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, or later Stalin's 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, always lingered in his mind.
Not going.
The reason why Captain Varosha did not directly agree to Malashenko was because the division commander of his original unit was very kind to him.
At the time of Operation Poland, Captain Varosha was just a new recruit who had joined the army for less than a year.
Because of his bravery in the battle, even with the sacrifice of his squad leader, he and his remaining comrades managed to withstand the siege of more than 30 Polish cavalry horses and defended their position.
Captain Varosha, who survived the near-death battle, became the squad leader, and later the deputy platoon leader, platoon leader, and deputy company commander, until he was the captain of the company when he met Malashenko in Stalingrad.
long.
If it weren't for the comrade who was promoted from the initial commendation to the current promotion by the division commander, Varosha probably wouldn't be in the position he is in today, and he might even have died on the battlefield as an ordinary soldier.
Between the warm invitation of the hero of the motherland and the difficult choice of continuing to stay in the original army, Captain Varosha, who tossed and turned for several nights without much sleep, finally chose the former.
Everyone in the world worships and respects heroes, whether in distant future generations or in the present moment, and Captain Varosha himself is no exception.
Leaving the original army made him feel guilty towards his comrade, the division commander, but from the bottom of his heart, Captain Varosha wanted to witness the greatest and most glorious victory together with the heroes of the motherland.
Joining a unit like the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, the places are so crowded that it is hard to find one.
I heard that among the newly trained tank recruits in the rear, more than half of the expected combat troops are the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of the Stalin Guards. It is an indescribable honor to be able to fight in such a unit.
And when Captain Varosha came to the door and personally told Malashenko his final decision.
As if he had found a treasure, Malashenko happily put his arm around Captain Varosha's shoulders, patted his chest and assured him that these words were enough, and there was no need to worry about the rest.
Just leave it to comrade brigade commander.
Having said that, it was one of Malashenko's right-hand men who finally discussed the specific details of poaching people: Political Commissar Petrov.
"Why do you always think of me first every time you encounter something like this that offends someone? Do you have any misunderstandings about me in your mind? Comrade Brigadier."
Seeing Commissar Petrov's smiling face, half sunny and half gloomy as if he was joking, Malashenko, who knew that this matter was not easy to handle, quickly stepped forward to apologize and lowered himself to the level of a political commissar.
The gay security guard spoke up.
"Just do me a favor, I really can't find a more eloquent person. You are the foreign minister and political commissar of our brigade."
Political Commissar Petrov, who was just joking, glanced at Malashenko's shameless "honest" expression, slowly shook his head with a smile, and had no choice but to speak again with a somewhat helpless tone.
"Only if you ask, I will agree to do such a thing. If it were before, I would probably get angry on the spot. Do you believe it?"
Faced with the "kind reminder" from Comrade Political Commissar, Comrade Comrade Brigade Commander, who is not afraid of boiling water, still had a smile on his face and looked like he wanted to be beaten.
"Of course, why don't you believe it? Comrade Political Commissar, now is the best time for you to show your abilities, go ahead!"
Political Commissar Petrov's trip was not in vain. He brought the "equivalent items" that Malashenko used to exchange for Captain Varosha. It was filled with seven GAZ trucks, all of which were brought from Germany before.
The best of the "heap of junk" I got in my hands.
Malashenko despises these things and has no use for them in actual fighting.
But for the infantry division of Captain Varosha, which had just ended in the Battle of Stalingrad and whose troops had been severely damaged and were anxiously waiting for the replenishment of technical equipment and personnel, these seven vehicles full of junk were a bit hard to refuse.
Looking at the exchange list in front of him, ranging from the smallest Walther 38 pistol to the largest 75mm Type 40 anti-tank gun, the division commander felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. His eyelids jumped twice and he looked at Pietro.
The expression in the husband's political commissar's eyes changed somewhat.
"I know that your 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade is well equipped, but you are so sorry. I can't find a suitable way to express my mood at the moment, Comrade Petrov. But you must know that this list
The weapons on board are enough to arm a standard infantry battalion with powerful firepower. Do you really plan to do this?"
With Malashenko's prior explanation, what Political Commissar Petrov has to do next will be much easier and easier. Facing the comrade's answer, he is just ready to follow the lead.
"Brigade Commander Malashenko heard that the brother troops who fought side by side suffered heavy losses, and specially arranged for me to send these weapons to the brother troops to support reconstruction. So there is no need to worry, Comrade Division Commander, these are our brigade."
The seized weapons and equipment have nowhere to be used. I hope you can make good use of them and severely attack those fascist invaders."
Compared with "not looking down on the rags of the Germans", the clever way of describing "nowhere to show off" is easier to accept, and it is also one of the most vivid expressions of Commissar Petrov's art of speaking.
Although it sounds like a sure profit to trade one person for the equipment of a battalion, the division commander and comrade who always feel that doing so has changed the taste are still a little hesitant, a feeling that even he himself cannot explain clearly.
I don’t know how to describe the hesitation in detail.
But in the end, this comrade, the division commander who was anxious all day long to replenish his troops, running around, making phone calls, and sending telegrams, was hit by Malashenko's killer move, and the eternal truth was once again fulfilled.
The "law of true fragrance" has changed.
"Please thank Comrade Malashenko for me. We will use these equipment to teach those fascist lackeys, Comrade Petrov, a lesson. Of course, I also hope that Captain Varosha can perform well in your department."