"Congratulations, General Charleson. I have just received notification that Moscow has approved your application for an interview with General Malashenko. We have also informed the American representative, Major General Andrews, that you will all have an interview.
Time to meet Comrade General."
It’s done, it’s finally done!
During the tossing and turning that lasted all night, Major General Charlieson thought several times that the Soviets would change their minds midway and not want their precious generals to meet foreigners like them.
After all, although the United States, Britain and the Soviet Union are allies on the surface, everyone knows in private that the two and three countries are incompatible with each other, with different ideas and completely different values.
Here, it would be strange to force them to play together happily. At present, it is just a temporary team formed because of a common enemy like the Germans.
Now that the Soviets actually agreed, this was a surprise from God for Major General Charleson, who had been on tenterhooks all night. It was a great gift. Finally, his trip to the Soviet Union would not be just a sightseeing war.
A journey of meaning.
"This is really the best news I have heard today... no, to be precise, it should be the best news I have heard since I came to the Soviet Union! Colonel Ivanov."
Major General Charlieson did not hide his happiness and excitement. In fact, under the premise that you took the initiative to submit an application and specifically wanted to meet a young major general by name, it is actually unnecessary and pointless to make too many false disguises.
significance.
The Soviets are not fools, so why can't they see your little thoughts?
I took the initiative to submit the application and kept asking about the progress every now and then. Now that I’m allowed to see you, I gave you the good news but still pretended to be reserved and acted like nothing was wrong? Come on, this pretense is not good at all.
"So, when will the meeting be scheduled? I need a specific time, Colonel Ivanov, so that my colleagues can prepare in advance to learn from General Malashenko."
"Well...cough..."
Hearing Major General Charleson's question, Colonel Ivanov, who had expected to be asked such a question, shook his head, smiled slightly, and quickly answered again.
"As I said yesterday, this will have to wait until Comrade General has finished handling the battle at hand and completed the combat tasks assigned to him by his superiors." The relevant arrangements have been put on the agenda. When the date is confirmed, I will notify you as soon as possible.
Please rest assured about this.
"After all, this is a war era, and the Great Patriotic War is still going on. Long live understanding, am I right?"
"..."
Major General Charleson, who had been smiling just now, suddenly had a stiff expression, but it was unrealistic to put on an ugly face. How could he show off his face when asking for help? Major General Charlieson felt quite disappointed.
, in the end, he could only put on a smile and say yes repeatedly.
"Then thank you, sir, but we really don't have enough time. The war is still spreading and raging in Europe. If possible, please arrange it as soon as possible."
Hearing that the British major general in front of him even used his honorific title, Colonel Ivanov's smile widened even more and he just laughed.
"That's natural. Please don't worry, General."
Malashenko, who had just taken a break from the quagmire of war, did not know that there was such a group of people talking about him on a friendly position not far from him, and even wanted to see him quickly.
After fighting fiercely all day yesterday and surrounding the defeated Germans in the suburbs all night, Malashenko was slightly surprised when he planned to continue taking action at dawn and sent these fascist lackeys on their way.
I heard unexpected news.
After thinking about life all night, the German commander on the opposite side decided to lead his troops to surrender unconditionally. He only asked for the most basic and fair treatment of prisoners.
"This Suka has eight infantry regiments in his hands. How could these eight regiments be destroyed in just one day and one night? We can't catch all the pigs in eight regiments in one day and one night, right?"
Iushkin, who was always nagging whenever he had nothing to do, complained that the Germans were too stretched and the beating was not satisfying enough. It was far from enough to make him feel satisfied with the revenge and anger in his heart.
When Malashenko, who was standing next to the tank with his tank hat in his hand, heard this, Iushkin added this sentence at the right time.
"The pigs in the Eighth Regiment don't know how to survive, but the Germans in the Eighth Regiment know. It's that simple."
"..."
Now that we are exempted from fighting, we have to do other things, such as checking on the condition of the prisoners and condolences to the wounded. These are all matters that need to be handled personally by the division commander Malashenko.
The situation is no longer what it used to be. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, whose health is getting worse day by day, can no longer do all the work for Malashenko as he did in the past. Malashenko also wants Comrade Comrade Political Commissar to persist until the war.
We are going to witness the day of victory together, but you have to ask Comrade Political Commissar to pay attention to your health, even if you are a little busy and tired, that is okay.
However, as soon as Malashenko stepped into the division headquarters camp with his left foot and raised his right leg, he saw Comrade Political Commissar walking towards his direction with a telegram in hand.
"Okay, this must be another message from above."
Malashenko's guess was correct. Comrade Political Commissar's immediate words after he arrived confirmed his guess, but he was still a little surprised.
"There is an urgent call from the Front Army Headquarters. Commander Vatutin is on his way. He will soon come to the front line to inspect. The first stop will be our division headquarters."
"Comrade Commander? What, why is this happening again? No, I mean it's so far away, is it necessary for him to come here in person?"
The straight-line distance between the northern protrusion and the location of the front army headquarters is seventy or eighty kilometers. This is the result of the front army headquarters moving forward with the advancement of the battle line. If calculated based on the previous position, it would still be further away.
There was no way. The northern protrusion was originally Vatutin's Belarusian Third Front Army, which was responsible for the northern border of the theater. It was directly connected with the Baltic Front. The encirclement and suppression of the protrusion was completed by the joint efforts of the two front armies. Vatutin was responsible for himself.
It’s not surprising that the northernmost sideline of the war zone is such a long distance away.
The strange thing is that Vatutin has been visiting Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division a little too frequently recently. In Malashenko's mind, this should be the third time they met since the beginning of Operation Bagration.
The first time was "Comrade Ma, I heard you've gotten rich." The second time was when I finished the train robbery and handed over the treasure. I don't know what the reason for this third meeting was.
Anyway, Malashenko has finally figured it out. If he can let Vatutin come to him, he will definitely go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. Fortunately, the commanders and fighters of the combat unit cannot leave the unit during the war, otherwise he will probably have to be summoned.
If you keep running to the front army headquarters, the designation will be more troublesome.
"What could this be?"
After pondering for a long time, Malashenko couldn't figure it out. He held the telegram in his hand and couldn't figure out the result. In the end, he had no choice but to speak to the political commissar next to him.
"Inform the guard company to assemble and prepare to meet Comrade Commander. I will lead the team myself."