Just from the excited expression on his face, it can be seen that the young warrior did not lie, he indeed showed his true feelings and told the truth.
In many cases, the more inconspicuous small items they seem, the more important they can play. The 56-style chest hanger is such an existence.
Malashenko had already expected that the 56-style chest strap would have such an effect, so even so, there was nothing surprising. What was rare was that Varosha, who was following closely at the side, suddenly spoke up at this time.
"This was drawn and designed by Comrade Division Commander himself. After it was handed over, it was successfully put into production with only minor modifications. Now everyone is using ammunition and equipment designed by Comrade Division Commander himself. Comrade Division Commander is with his comrades anytime and anywhere.
, who can best feel and understand everyone’s actual needs, comrades, right?!”
Malashenko really didn't expect that Varosha would suddenly make such a move, but what followed was a burst of ecstatic cheers from the soldiers.
"Designed by Comrade Teacher? No wonder it's so good. I thought it was possible before!"
"Yes! It's tailor-made for our actual needs. How could someone who doesn't understand the battlefield conditions possibly design it? This is the masterpiece of an idiot."
"That's great! Comrade Commander is so awesome! Really awesome!"
"..."
Everyone sincerely feels good about it, but the one who feels a little bit troublesome now is Comrade Ma.
Malashenko was stunned for a while and didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a long time, Malashenko could only hold back a sentence that was not nutritious.
"It doesn't matter. As long as the comrades find it easy to use and suitable for use, and are satisfied with it, that's fine! I have been communicating closely with the military design team at the rear and striving to provide all Red Army soldiers with the best-performing and most reliable new equipment. The ammunition on everyone's bodies
The equipment and new assault rifles are all manifestations, and we will continue to do so in the future until our Red Army completely crushes the Fascists and wins the war!"
After completing the brief review and returning to the regimental headquarters in Varosha, Malashenko was finally able to calm down and rest for a while.
He told Varosha that he no longer needed to accompany him and could go back to rest. After a tiring day, Comrade Ma also turned off the lights early, lay down and quietly looked up at the tent roof above his head, preparing to rest.
Thinking about it carefully, if it were this time before time travel, I would probably pick up my phone and watch all kinds of ghost videos, maybe watch some movies, and have a few awkward conversations with the female night owls who stayed up late and didn't sleep.
Asked if he wanted to come out and do some late-night activities that everyone would enjoy.
But now, I have been away from this wonderful nightlife for three full years.
In the past three years, I have gone from working during the day and lying around in an abandoned house with electronic devices in my hands at night, to a Soviet tank soldier who never leaves his hand, smokes, is elegant and easy-going, and is either fighting a gun or on the road to a gun.
Major General.
"Ah, who really could have thought that I would look like this in the future? I thought that my whole life would be so mediocre. I really just want to live a peaceful life with no desires and desires but full of beautiful things everywhere.
.”
"but......"
Thinking of this, Malashenko couldn't help but smile lightly. Changing his way of life has indeed made him change and grow a lot. No one can easily deny that this is a failed way of life.
"This is a different kind of excitement."
After a good night's sleep, when I woke up again it was already the morning sun in the sky.
"Well, yes, I just got up. I still have food in my mouth. I slept well last night and am quite energetic now."
"What? The stuff has been delivered? Where is it? At our division's station, over at Karamov?"
"Okay, I understand. Well, I'll go back right now. Everything is ready. I'll go directly to Karamov's place. Yes, I want to check it as soon as possible. That's it, we'll talk about it when we meet."
The call came directly from Comrade Political Commissar to the regiment headquarters in Varosha, just as Malashenko arrived at the regiment headquarters with breakfast in his mouth.
Malashenko knew what Comrade Political Commissar meant when he said "the goods have been delivered." The only goods he could miss were the ones sent from Kotin.
What exactly will it be?
Malashenko, who was already sitting in the car and rushing back in a hurry, didn't know it. Hu thought about it carefully and talked about too many things with Ke Jing last time. There were too many new concept designs and new equipment in progress.
Malashenko still doesn’t know exactly what Kotin has turned into reality the things he talked about last time. He only hopes that these new gadgets will be of great use in the battle that is about to begin tomorrow.
Comrade Division Commander's special car drove almost all the way back to the division headquarters at maximum cross-country speed and went straight to the location of Karamov's field maintenance and logistics support group.
As soon as Malashenko got out of the car, he saw a long queue of dozens of large trucks parked at the station, unloading. The political commissar who arrived first was giving on-site command, and he saw at a glance that Malashenko had arrived.
Immediately afterwards he led others to catch up.
"Let me introduce, Malashenko, this is Comrade Kotin..."
"No introduction is necessary, Comrade Political Commissar, General Malashenko and I have already met, just a few months ago."
The gentle middle-aged man wearing glasses politely declined Commissar Petrov's further introduction. As he said, Malashenko did know the man in front of him with glasses. He was sent to pick him up at the station when he went to Kotin last time.
My own secretary-general.
"We meet again, Comrade General, how are you doing recently?"
Malashenko's first impression of the secretary-general next to Kogin was pretty good. After all, he helped him a lot as soon as he met him. Strictly speaking, Malashenko also had a good reason for that plane trip.
I owe him a favor regarding the wounded.
"Fortunately, Comrade Secretary-General. But I really didn't expect that Ke Jing would send you here. I thought someone who knew more about the military industry would come to take over."
The people around Ke Jing are divided into two groups: one group is professional civil servants who are full-time civilians and political workers, and the other group is professional military personnel who do not get involved in this aspect and only focus on military production. Ke Jing divides the two groups of people
The management is well organized and everyone performs their duties.
In line with the principle of letting professionals do professional things, Malashenko really felt that it might not be appropriate for the Secretary-General to do this.
After hearing Malashenko's words, the Secretary-General pushed up the bridge of his nose and just smiled faintly.
"You are right, Comrade General. In fact, it was Comrade Shashmulin who should have led the team this time. It's just that he was busy with work at the Kirov Factory and couldn't get away from Leningrad. He really couldn't spare any time.
I can only come here, at least I am someone who is relatively familiar with the specific situation and knows the supplies on the list."
Shashmulin was still busy, and Malashenko felt somewhat disappointed when he heard the news.
Because from the side, this means that Shashmulin’s prototype car design and construction work is probably not yet completed. Otherwise, based on Malashenko’s understanding of him, Shashmulin will most likely bring his own
I came here in person to see the works.
Since there is no Daddy 7, we can only count on something else. Malashenko, who was still full of expectations in his heart, asked.