Chapter 1483 The German stick who loves to pretend
Chapter 1483 The German stick who loves to show off
The front army headquarters did not say that smoking is not allowed. In fact, you ask a group of Slavic men who have to hold back their alcohol all day long not to even smoke. This is not realistic, let alone a group of people who have blood flowing through their bodies.
Soldiers with violent genes.
However, it is really rare to see people smoking at the door of the conference room. For ordinary people, the conference room is the kind of place where people only come when they have something to do, and they don’t take the initiative to join in when they have nothing to do. Such big bosses often gather together.
It's better to go to less haunted places. No one wants to stay with the bosses and bosses all day long, right? Let alone smoking here.
So when Vatutin and Zhukov saw Malashenko smoking at the door almost at the same time, the expressions on their faces suddenly made them laugh in unison.
"This kid really knows how to choose a place to smoke. I was just wondering what he was doing after he arrived in the conference room."
The person who said this was Vatutin, and Zhukov, who was walking beside him, also smiled slightly.
"Let him smoke. He has hardly had any time off since the beginning of the Cherkasy War. He spent the whole day fighting and wallowing in the snow and mud with the Germans. Now that he has finally calmed down, he can't stop smoking.
Allow him to smoke."
Comrade Lao Zhu's intention to protect the calf was obvious, and Vatugin, who had long been accustomed to this, had no intention of saying anything more.
"Time is running out, Comrade Marshal. The Germans are already waiting for us inside. Let's go in and see what other tricks these Germans have left."
"Well, let's go."
Vatutin and Zhukov strode over with several of their entourages. Malashenko, who turned his head in the direction of the footsteps, quickly recognized the person who came. Then he put the rest of his hand in his hand.
He threw the last cigarette into the trash can and raised his hands to salute Vatutin and Zhukov who were walking towards him.
"Comrade Marshal, Comrade Commander, and Major General Malashenko, commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, are here to report!"
Malashenko heard that Zhukov had arrived at the front army headquarters and came down for inspection. This was told to him by Vatutin's personal adjutant, who had met Malashenko a few times and had a somewhat personal relationship with him, so at this moment he once again
There was not much surprise on Malashenko's face when he saw Comrade Lao Zhu.
"Malashenko, what's the matter with coming to the front headquarters so late? Is there something wrong with your troops?"
Vatutin did not summon Malashenko to ask him to come to the front army headquarters. Vatutin, who was curious about this sudden and uninvited visit, asked questions as soon as he approached.
"It's nothing important, Comrade Commander. I'm just here to make a routine report and learn about tomorrow's combat deployment and mission status. Petrov was supposed to be here, but his health is really not good, so I came over in person.
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On weekdays, regular meetings of the Front Army Headquarters are usually attended by political commissar Petrov, unless the military chief must be present. Malashenko is still a person who does not like meetings very much, and for future generations
When I was a laborer, I didn't like the boss's beeping on it, and I felt sleepy after listening to it.
Even now that he has become the "big leader", Malashenko does not like to chatter too much in the division-level meetings he presides over. If he has something to talk about, he will quickly disband and go back to his own business. If there is anything left, beep beep.
Wouldn't it be nice to just lie down in bed and stare for a while to take a rest? Why do you have to hold that boring meeting to waste your time and show off?
For the same reason, Malashenko doesn't like to attend larger meetings as a subordinate. Anyway, he just hides when he can and doesn't bother to go much. In most cases, he leaves it to his political commissar comrades to do it for him.
If it weren't for Comrade Political Commissar's poor health and Comrade Ma's heartache, I would probably have fallen asleep after eating and drinking enough by now. It's really rare for Malashenko to take the initiative to come to a meeting.
Hearing the reason Malashenko gave, Vatutin, even though he was quite familiar with him, couldn't help but laugh instantly.
"You, you are still the same as before. Lying and saying nice things will probably never happen to you in this life. You will only tell the truth."
After being scolded by the comrade commander as if joking, Malashenko's reaction was just to scratch his head in embarrassment, nothing more.
"Have you seen those German guys?"
Not sure whether Malashenko or the German arrived first, Vatutin asked tentatively, and Malashenko, who nodded briefly, then replied.
"Well, I didn't take a closer look, but I just saw them entering the conference room. Four or five people, who were taught like this by us, still looked like arrogant and smelly shit. If someone who didn't know saw it, they might still look like this.
I thought these Germans came to negotiate after winning the war."
Germans always like to show off. This makes Comrade Ma feel extremely uncomfortable every time he meets him. That old bastard Paulus was like this in Stalingrad, and he is still like this in 1944. I really don’t know.
What are these German thugs doing all day long? They are just fucking stupid chickens.
"Soon they won't be. Trust me, let's go in together."
Vatutin, who had already secured victory by now, didn't care much whether the Germans would surrender. Even if he planned to fight to the end, at most it would be something that could be solved with another battle tomorrow. The Red Army units that arrived one after another in the evening
, the remaining German army groups have been completely surrounded from all directions, and main forces have been deployed to guard every possible breakthrough point.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the current Germans are surrounded by water and cannot escape. One hundred thousand people are tightly surrounding more than 30,000 people. They also have an absolute advantage in technical equipment and morale. This group of Germans who are struggling to the death
From Vatutin's point of view, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape.
Malashenko, who tried to keep a low profile, followed Vatutin and Zhukov and entered the room last. All the people arranged to participate in this special negotiation meeting had already arrived and took their seats. As soon as Malashenko entered, he saw
A few German guys with bad poker faces were sitting on the left side of the venue, serving as Buddha statues.
The stinky pretentious look on his face was exactly the same as the scene in Malashenko's memory, and it had not changed at all.
"Sit next to me, Malashenko, there's no need to look for another seat."
I originally wanted to find a relatively low-key place to sit down, but before Malashenko could take action, he heard the order from Comrade Lao Zhu. Malashenko, who was more respectful than obedient, could only nod slightly and obey.
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After everyone was formally seated, the opening words from Vatugin quickly blurted out.