Called by the familiar-sounding voice of the Secretary-General in the front row, the sleepy Malashenko finally woke up from his half-asleep state by staring at his sleepy eyes.
.
"Um...are we here yet? Where is Kogin?"
Since the start of the battle against Cherkasy, Malashenko has not had a good night's sleep. He was either in the battle to eliminate the German soldiers or on the way to eliminate the German soldiers.
After such a continuous battle of attrition, even a super strong man like Malashenko, who is more than 1.9 meters tall and is not suitable to be a tank soldier, will not be able to withstand it. The meat that fell and the fat that was consumed can be saved through a
A super full meal can satisfy the feeling of hunger, but the lack of energy in the whole body will not be eliminated for a while.
If we take Comrade Ma's own words as his own words, he should sleep in bed for three fucking days and nights without getting out of bed for a walk. It's a pity that he has such an opportunity.
With the title and halo of the Red Army tank hero on his head, enjoying the glory and the incomparable respect of others and the equivalent of good treatment, Malashenko has to make efforts worthy of all this.
, take responsibility.
There is no such thing as a free lunch or unexplained blessing. Malashenko knows this very well and knows that what he is doing now is a task that must be completed within the scope of his responsibilities. Because of this, there will be no slightest inkling.
of complaints.
"Not yet, Comrade General. The car has to stop here. Beyond that is the area where vehicles are prohibited from entering. Wartime regulations must be strictly enforced. I hope you can understand."
"Huh? Cars are not allowed in the government area? Then why did I remember that the parking lot was under the building last time? I can't control that much anymore. Anyway, it won't be a big deal."
Malashenko, who had no time to think about these trivial matters, still felt a slight headache. Malashenko knew that this was one of the sequelae of long-term lack of sleep. The situation had become more and more serious in the past two days, and he suddenly took a nap.
I felt like I had a terrible headache when I woke up. It seemed like I had to ask Ke Jing for a good bed tonight so I could have a good fucking sleep.
Under the leadership of the Secretary-General, Malashenko got out of the car and followed with his suitcase, walking on the last section of the road that required walking, scanning the surrounding scenery.
Seeing Malashenko's poor mental state, Kotin's secretary-general originally planned to help Malashenko carry his luggage.
But Malashenko, who was still not used to being served by others, refused. Malashenko knew very well what kind of things were in his suitcase. They were all weightless things in it.
Together they may not be as heavy as the cowhide suitcase itself.
It is true that he is low on energy and a little confused now, but if he can't even lift this weight and needs help from others, Malashenko thinks it would be too low, right? After all, he is also on the front line, killing Germans to the scalp.
The number one person who is numb and scared when he hears his name cannot act like a sissy and ask others to help him even with such small things.
"Here... this place seems a little different from the last time I came here. Well... there are a lot less people on the road. It seems not as bustling and "lively" as before."
This is not the first time for Malashenko to come to this city of tanks under Kogin, and he still remembers what it was like the last time he came here.
At that time, Nizhny Tagil was really a city of tanks. Just by walking around the city twice, I could hear the roar of heavy forging and smelting machines in the tank factory and see the smelting machines that smelted tank armor.
Thick black smoke emanating from the steel factory far away.
If the Red Army tank force has a heart, then the First and Second Tank Design Bureaus led by Kotin and Morozov respectively, as well as the city of Nizhny Tagil where the subordinate production institutions of the Second Bureau are located, are this heart.
It is the fresh blood continuously pumped from here that enriches the powerful steel giant of the Red Army tank force. It allows the Red Army tank giant to recover quickly from the wounds it suffered in fighting the invaders, and continues to become stronger and more numerous.
Arm yourself with new armor and swords, and you will become more fierce, deadly, efficient and ruthless every time you fight the invaders again.
Until one day, a sword will pierce the opponent's evil heart filled with filthy blood, and completely kill this cruel and arrogant enemy.
"That's what you mean. Indeed, the situation is very different now compared to the last time you came here."
Malashenko, who was walking on the sidewalk with his suitcase in hand, did not interrupt, because just by looking at his expression, he knew that the secretary-general had not finished what he said, and he would definitely have something more to say next.
"Leningrad has been recovered. Our superiors have instructed our bureau to quickly restart the Kirov factory, rebuild this important tank factory, and restore its production capacity to supply the needs of the Red Army as quickly as possible. This task is presided over by Comrade Kotin, who is also his
That’s why I’ve been so busy lately.”
"To tell you the truth, Comrade General and Comrade Kotin have not had a good night's sleep for almost a week. During the day, they have to focus on production and design, and at night they have meetings one after another to discuss restarting Kirov with their comrades.
The factory's specific plan and revised execution plan. He only sleeps for three or four hours almost every day. I am really worried about his health."
Huh? The Kirov factory is going to be rebuilt?
The secretary-general's inadvertent revelation of this news instantly brought our Comrade Ma back to the hungry winter of 1941: that was a time when everyone was looking forward to seeing something on the ice of the frozen Ladoga Lake every day.
The hungry and cold winter, when more food was delivered from the outside world, was also the period of intense hunger that Malashenko had ever experienced in his life.
At the worst point, he couldn't even eat enough every day. Malashenko still remembers the taste of rat meat stewed with potatoes for probably the only time in his life. The thin soup was filled with potatoes and rats that were almost boiled in white water.
Meat, a food that makes people feel sick just thinking about it now, seemed to be better than all the delicacies in the world at that time.
"More than two years have passed in a flash, and I still remember the scenes during the battle in Leningrad..."
"It was a cold winter when even the soldiers couldn't eat enough, and they were so hungry that they fought to the end with the enemy. People starved to death could be seen everywhere in the ruins of Leningrad and on the streets. But we finally made it through.
, the Germans’ blockade and offensive failed to overwhelm us, and I will never forget this experience in my life.”