The brand-new tank corps major general's uniform is added, and the broad and thick big-brimmed military cap brings 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. A straight and brand-new military uniform.
Although he is not so handsome 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 the mirror at home 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 was still there the next day.
It's a bit unbelievable. Everything seemed to come without any warning and was caught off guard. There wasn't even a chance to prepare mentally.
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.
"This will make you safer on the battlefield, right?"
To be honest, Malashenko, who knew his beautiful daughter-in-law very well, was not surprised that Natalia could ask such a question. In other words, if Natalia didn't speak in this way, it wouldn't be like that.
The she that Malashenko remembers.
For Natalia, who had a rough life experience, this body, the childhood sweetheart named Malashenko, was the only thing in her small world since childhood.
"Of course, I am a general now. Now you hardly hear about the generals of the Red Army dying on the front line, right?"
Natalia didn't care what position her lover held, what rank he held, whether he was a general giving orders or an ordinary soldier. She only cared about Malashenko's safety on the battlefield she couldn't see, and
Whether he can finally come back alive to fulfill the promise he made to himself.
Gently holding Natalia's hands wrapped in front of 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 the arrival of 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 is 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 to some extent it can be partly understood. Comrade Iushkin. Poposa's drum capacity has some flaws. It is easier to get water in 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. The new guy named Kalashnikov joined and gave Iushkin, who was already so boring, something new to do. What followed was a question.
He blurted it 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 feels like 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 a little embarrassed and reluctant to refuse.
"I...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 be with you.
Join the fight."
After 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 underneath the book.
Being able to fall asleep instantly when you get there 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.
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"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, as slow as brother Iushkin. Counting the later drinking games in which Malashenko participated, 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 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.
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"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.
"How about talking while we eat?"
"Then you'd better prepare enough meat. The food on the train is really not that good."