Malashenko did not notify anyone in advance that he was coming back. Even the train he took was a temporary passenger car attached to the freight car. It was completely unlike a two-time Soviet hero and a newly promoted tank major general who could take a special car.
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"Ugh... My back hurts from sleeping on this hard seat. Kirill, come here and rub it for me."
Sometimes Iushkin likes to "bully others" and "bully" Kirill, who is much younger than him. He assigns Kirill to do dirty work and things that ordinary people may not be willing to do.
Rashenko had already discovered this.
But this time, Iushkin, who treated Kirill as a servant, obviously miscalculated.
Kirill, who had also just gotten off the bus, didn't even bother Iushkin. Instead, he came straight to Malashenko's side, took the luggage from Malashenko's hand and helped to carry it, leaving some stunned people on the side.
Iushkin looked at it and was speechless.
"Where to go next? Comrade Commander, shall we go back to the division headquarters directly?"
Malashenko, who is wearing a brand new uniform of a general officer, tank corps and major general, is eligible to have his own winter general officer coat. Such a stylish outfit makes his whole look suddenly different.
Although there is only one step between a colonel and a major general, the huge gap between this step is as big as heaven and earth.
The only thing is that Malashenko will have to stay in his tank as the commander in the future, continue to lead the charge, and direct the battle. In essence, there is still no difference in the battle.
Malashenko, who was standing on the platform of the station, did not answer Kirill directly. Instead, he looked around at the situation before speaking.
"Wait a moment. Someone should be coming to pick up the car. Let's arrange for our good girl to be sent back to the camp first."
Of course, the so-called people who came to pick up the car did not mean that they came to pick up Malashenko, but that they came to pick up this truck full of brand-new factory heavy tanks.
Malashenko didn't know whether all the tanks transported on this train belonged to his own army, so he planned to ask the person who would pick up the truck after he arrived. If not, it would be convenient to arrange for the four new tanks to be brought by him.
The secret weapons that have arrived should be properly delivered to the designated place. Don't send them to other friendly forces, which will give them an advantage in vain.
With such an idea in mind, Malashenko did not wait long. A major soon appeared on the platform with his people, directing the workers on the platform who had already been prepared to quickly unload the truck.
"Quick! The train will leave in an hour. Everyone, move quickly and unload the train. We have other work to do! Take a few people over there, hurry up!"
Looking at the figure of the major surrounded by the crowd and loudly giving orders, Malashenko knew that he was probably the top commander here, at least on this platform, he really had the final say.
"I'll call him over to see you. Comrade Commander, wait for me here."
Before Malashenko could say anything, Kirill, who seemed to be full of energy since he got out of the car, took the first step, put down the suitcase in his hand, and ran out quickly.
, seeing this fait accompli, Malashenko could only acquiesce and let Kirill do it.
"What's wrong with him? He feels very excited, like there are springs under his feet."
Hearing this, Seryosha glared at Iushkin, who was speaking nonsense but had a serious mind, and chose not to answer without comment.
If Malashenko's words were used to describe that vivid expression, it would be "Why are you so heartless?".
Kirill moved very quickly and ran all the way to the major in no time. He saluted immediately and said with a smile.
"Comrade Major, our comrade general wants to see you. He is looking for you to go over there."
"You? Comrade General?"
The major, who felt a little weird when he opened his mouth, looked at the tank soldier second lieutenant in front of him and found that he was not tall, his uniform was brand new, and he didn't look like a general's adjutant. Rather, he looked like someone who was good at fighting the enemy on the front line.
, one of the evidences is that the thickness of those arms is obviously different from ordinary people. It is estimated that ordinary people will be thrown into the street if they are punched by these arms.
He turned his head with a slightly suspicious look and looked behind the opponent's finger.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. One look directly made the young major tremble on the spot. There was really a big man in a general's coat standing beside the platform over there! What's worse was that he was looking this way.
It seemed that he was staring directly at himself.
"Damn it! Am I blind? I didn't see a general!"
He thought to himself that it was terrible, and at the same time he quickly ran towards the direction of the general. He came to the young major in front of Malashenko faster than Kirill, and then raised his hand and gave a military salute.
"Major Alexey, director of freight dispatching at the station, is reporting to you. Comrade General, I wish you good health!"
Iushkin, who became more and more sinister the longer he stayed with Malashenko, loved to see people make fools of themselves. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose. He looked at the belated major in front of him with a smile.
I almost wrote "I'll have some juice with you" written all over my face.
Even though Iushkin was looking forward to it, Malashenko had no time to continue working here and wasting time. As soon as he opened his mouth, he went straight to the topic in the form of a command.
"Send the tanks on the flatbeds numbered 118 to 121 to the station of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division. Also, can you tell me, Comrade Major, which unit the other tanks on this truck are assigned to?"
Kotin at the departure station only loaded the tanks onto the train and shipped them out of the station. As for the specific distribution of the tanks to which troops after they arrived at the station, Kotin did not know, and Malashenko also happened to catch him short.
Ask if this train full of heavy tanks is shipped to your own troops.
"These tanks are all shipped to Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, Comrade General. The day before yesterday, yesterday, and today, this is the eighth train transporting heavy equipment to Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division. I started from
I have never seen anything like this before. They are all good equipment that has just left the factory. The newly painted armor is almost reflective under the sun."
The eighth train and this car full of treasures are all his own. These are the two most critical core points that Malashenko extracted from the major's words. It is enough to know these contents.
"Move these tanks over as soon as possible, Major, we need them very much, and as soon as possible."
Having said these words, Malashenko led the people away directly, leaving the major standing alone and disheveled in the wind.
"We? What on earth is he..."
The major, who had not regained consciousness for a while, was searching for memories in his mind. The captain beside him, who had not dared to speak from just now until now, hurriedly took a step forward.
"That's the commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, Major General Malashenko. A few days ago we just organized and studied the document about General Malashenko winning the Hero of the Soviet Union for the second time. Have you forgotten? Major