Malashenko was not surprised that he was interviewed by reporters. What was really surprising was how come Americans and British people came to interview him now? He didn’t know much about this area. This was the first time in history.
Something happened?
No matter what the confused Malashenko thinks, the tasks assigned by Zhukov himself must be completed. Accepting interviews from American and British reporters has become an imperative thing. What should really be considered is to accept interviews.
How to deal with the errands down the road will be discussed after passing this level.
But before parting with Zhukov, Malashenko still had one thing to do: give Comrade Zhukov two things.
The first thing was the "Luxury Supreme Noble" version Artillery Ruger pistol that Malashenko captured in Stalingrad last time, or a set would be more appropriate.
This extremely special Ruger pistol was originally intended by Malashenko as a gift to Lao Zhu, but after the farewell to Stalingrad, it was really difficult to see Comrade Lao Zhu again. Now Marashenko
Ke Ke finally waited for the opportunity.
"This is a beautiful gun. Where did you get it?"
Comrade Lao Zhu is really not the kind of person who accepts "bribery" casually, but Malashenko, who has a very tricky eye for picking gifts, is not an ordinary person.
The first gift of this move was delivered directly to Comrade Zhukov's heart. This rare collector's edition Artillery Ruger, which was originally passed down to his son by his father, a Junker noble, was in Zhukov's heart from the first moment he saw it.
Liked it.
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Crack - crack -
"Yes, very good! You can tell it's a good gun just by the sound!"
Watching Zhukov assembling the butt of the gun with a little fumbling and trying for the first time, pulling the toggle to hang the empty chamber, Malashenko, who was in the same room with Comrade Zhu, could naturally hear the words that would make any man intoxicated.
The crisp sound of metal clashing.
This incomparably beautiful sound is enough for all pure men to find it difficult to refuse. Every syllable and every note sounds so healing, and it is simply more breathtaking than the whisper of a goddess in a dream.
"It's a coincidence, Comrade Marshal."
"In Stalingrad, we happened to eliminate a very well-equipped German commando team. These fascist ghosts wanted to sneak attack the army headquarters and perform a decapitation operation, but they fell into our hands instead. Leading the team
The German officer happened to have such a gun on his person, and the gun also had the relief decorations favored by those pedantic nobles, which is very rare."
"I thought you might like it, so I kept it specially. Time passed so long that I almost forgot about it, but luckily I remembered it in time."
Malashenko had nothing to hide and made it straight to the point that he meant to give a gift.
As for Comrade Lao Zhu, it was difficult to refuse Malashenko's "gift".
Such a gun is indeed a rare treasure that can only be found. Those German officers have taken a fancy to the Ruger P08. The artillery version of the Ruger with an extended barrel is even rarer. A gun like this has a
It is the first time for even Comrade Zhu to see a complete set of artillery Luger pistols with embossed decoration and complete accessories. As a pure man, it would be false to say that he doesn't like it.
"It's really hard to refuse, Malashenko, I have to admit it this time..."
After removing the empty magazine, unloading the butt, and putting the Luger and the butt back into the holster, Zhukov officially accepted Malashenko's gift.
"Okay, I accepted your gift, but what is it?"
What Zhukov picked up was a report, and this was exactly the important thing that Malashenko had promised Karamov to give to Zhukov.
"This is a device designed by the leader of my field maintenance regiment, Comrade Marshal."
"It can be used to directly communicate between the members inside the tank and the infantry outside. It is a wired communication and can realize two-way calls. It is an electric bell reminder device with a very simple structure and the sound is loud enough."
"In Stalingrad, we tried a simple version of this device for the first time, which showed an improvement in combat effectiveness beyond imagination. With it, the cooperation between infantry and tanks will be closer, and there will no longer be a need for tanks.
In battle with infantry, we can only rely on tacit understanding to guess the situation."
"I judge based on my actual combat experience that this device will be very useful! And it is made of very simple materials, which is convenient for mass production in wartime. If possible, I hope to promote this device in all tank units of the entire Red Army.
This set of equipment will greatly reduce the casualties of soldiers, both tank soldiers and infantry. I hope you can help promote it."
Following Malashenko's explanation, Zhukov spread out the hand-drawn design diagram the size of a newspaper in his hand and looked at it carefully. The component designs and conductive circuits were clearly marked, and the drawing was very professional, even when necessary.
The function description of the individual components is also attached, which is enough for Zhukov to understand clearly based on Malashenko's explanation.
"It seems that you have a rare and valuable talent in your army, Malashenko. The drawing level of this drawing can already catch up with the level of the design bureau."
Faced with Zhukov's unhesitating truth, Malashenko could only scratch his head in embarrassment with a slight smile. Karamov, who had studied in a tank design bureau and a machinery factory, did have commendable qualities.
Professionalism and talent.
"I will take the thing back and find other more professional people to look at it and study it. If it is indeed effective, I will submit a report to Comrade Stalin personally. The things described on the drawings do have a great effect."
With Zhukov's personal commitment, this major event, which once realized will benefit the entire Red Army, can be officially concluded.
Next, Malashenko will face a group of "Western reporters" who give people a headache just thinking about it.
Next to a heavy equipment station some distance away from Malashenko's current location, a tall, thin, white-faced guy who had obviously been roughed up a while ago was shouting loudly at the Red Army soldier who had snatched his camera not far away.
"Hey! This is so rude! You can't do this, give me my camera back! Hey, hey!!!"
Several Red Army soldiers who did not understand English at all walked away with the "trophies" they had just captured, without even looking back. Apparently they were too lazy to pay attention to the British guy who was yelling something weird.
Seeing that his "protest" was ineffective, the British reporter was so angry that his nostrils dilated a bit, and he puffed out white air with his hands on his hips, and then he started to complain to his colleagues who were accompanying him.
"Look at these rude and disrespectful Russians! This is how they treat their benefactors. The tanks and planes that our British Empire gave them as support were all given away for free. I must write an article to expose their ugly faces and the truth!"
Compared with the incompetent rage of this young, lanky boy, the other middle-aged man leading the team with a capitalist-style mustache had a calm face, as if the scene of violently snatching away the camera just should have happened.
Not surprising at all.
"Charlie, I told you before. Don't take random pictures of those Russian weapons and equipment. Didn't you forget that last time the Americans took random pictures of fighter jets?"
Even though he knew that what he was doing was against the rules, it was the unique pride and dissatisfaction of young people that still made the young British reporter named Charlie feel indignant.
"The Russian fighter jets are secret, so are their tanks? If we can't take any exclusive photos on this trip, why do we come to this freezing Russian hell place? Wow!!! Damn it, God,
I'm sick of the heat in this damn place! I don't know how those Russians made it."
Charlie's camera was confiscated by Russian sentries because he was taking pictures everywhere, but this is not that important.
Martin, who has a capitalist mustache, believed that after the Russians took away the film and inspected it, they would naturally return the camera to them.
What we have to do now is to calm down this little guy who wants to be famous for making big news but was slapped in the face by the Russians. You know he is the son of the editor-in-chief, so you have to comfort him for his father's sake.
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"Calm down, Charlie. The Russians will show us what they can take. Now you should think about how to interview the Russian general later. It is not easy to get this opportunity."