The tea party "Little Sunflower and Lao Ma's class has started" that lasted all afternoon has ended.
After chatting with these Allied guys all afternoon, Malashenko was so thirsty that he drank several large bottles of water and answered so many questions that he couldn't even remember the exact number.
Fortunately, it was almost time for dinner and he could finally take a break. Malashenko did not intend to continue chatting with these intellectually curious guys at night. If he really wanted to do this, he would not torture his buddies to death.
?You know that you have to continue to practice tomorrow, so what's the point of not recuperating and resting?
After leaving Major General Charleson's room, Malashenko returned to his own room. He fell on the bed with a bang like a puppet whose strings had been deboned and cramped. He felt half dead from exhaustion. This is a teacher.
It really felt like it was no better than his buddies fighting on the front lines. Malashenko even felt that these guys who were eager for knowledge were more difficult to deal with than the Germans.
"Damn, it's not a good thing to have to live like this for half a month..."
He got up and came to the table to reach for the kettle and pour himself a cup of hot water to moisten his throat. However, Malashenko never thought that at this moment, his door suddenly rang again, and there was an unexpected knock on the door.
The echo in the room seemed quite abrupt.
"Gah, why the hell are you going to let me rest? I don't even have the time to drink water, you idiot!"
Malashenko could probably guess that the person knocking on the door at this time was definitely one of those British and American guys. Maybe there was some problem that he didn't understand just now, or there was something else going on.
Before I had time to ask, I suddenly remembered and came to have a private chat with myself.
Malashenko had the intention of not opening the door, but then he thought that he was in the house just now, and people must know it, so it seemed a little bad to deliberately not open the door.
In order to get along well with each other for the next half month, Malashenko finally took a step forward, reached out and opened the door. And then appeared in front of him was the man wearing the uniform of a U.S. Army colonel.
The man in the military cap was none other than Colonel Jack Morrison, who had just asked him about "how to give a soul to an army." Malashenko was particularly impressed by this guy.
"Is it you? Jack, is there anything else?"
Being able to remember people's names is a courtesy, especially if you have just met someone who has just met, it will increase your goodwill.
Hearing that Malashenko could call out his name without hesitation, Colonel Jack, who came to visit in private because he had something to do, was immediately delighted. With a happy expression on his face, he immediately spoke to Malashenko.
said.
"I want to chat with you. Can we just chat without discussing business? We can be friends, General Malashenko. I mean I hope to make you as a friend. I am very happy! I don't know about you, uh, you
What do you think?"
"..."
This guy is so weird!
Did Malashenko not understand how such a guy who likes to ask weird questions and wants to be friends with him suddenly appeared? Is this a bit outrageous?
But when I was suddenly asked this question, I changed my mind and realized that I did seem to be quite interested in this person. Among the people in the room just now, except for Major General Charleson, who was the first to know him and was full of British aristocracy, there were only
I am quite familiar with Colonel Jack from the United States.
Out of politeness and curiosity, Malashenko gave in without much thought and officially opened the half-closed door.
"Please come in, sit down and talk."
"Thank you very much! General Malashenko."
Although Malashenko invited Colonel Jack to sit in the house, it did not mean that Malashenko wanted to make friends with this guy.
After half a month, it is estimated that they will never meet again in this life. Making a friend in the US Army is not necessarily a good thing. Malashenko is also worried that being too close to this guy will cause unnecessary trouble to himself.
So when he entered the house, he didn't speak first, but waited to see what kind of medicine was sold in Colonel Jack's gourd.
"I just thought about it seriously for a long time until everyone dispersed. I found that what you said, "Faith is the most powerful force of an army" is very true! Although there are many places in our motherland
It’s different, but my understanding is that our military has transformed glory and heritage into faith, and we use this faith to unite everyone and fight for it. This is the faith of our elite U.S. military.”
"..."
Brother, what kind of fucking faith do you have? This is completely different from what I mean!
Malashenko, who was secretly cursing in his heart, wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.
This guy is right about one thing. How can two countries with different basic systems have any resonance in their beliefs? It is even less possible to resonate with the beliefs of the military as an organ of state violence. The strength of the Red Army is not the strength of your US military.
, you want to become stronger and come up with a belief, I still won’t leave it here with you and continue to study and discuss philosophy in depth.
"Well, I don't deny this statement. After all, specific situations need to be differentiated. They are different. Maybe you are right."
Neither admit nor deny, I will give you a look and you will realize it for yourself. This is Comrade Ma’s ambiguous answer.
Faced with Malashenko's answer, Colonel Jack continued to maintain a kind smile.
It was also at this time that Malashenko, who had the opportunity to see this guy up close, noticed that this guy was actually a guy who looked to be in his early thirties, maybe even younger.
At around thirty years old, he was still a colonel in Patton's ace unit, the Fourth Armored Division. Such a resume is quite remarkable. For the natives of this era, a time traveler like Malashenko was a different kind of person.
That doesn't count.
To say that Patton, a hot-tempered guy, has idle people under his command, Malashenko doesn't believe it. If this guy can get into this job at a young age, he must have some ability and extraordinary ability, which makes it even more frustrating.
Comrade Lao Ma became more interested in it.
"Actually, I envy you, General. During the time I came to the Soviet Union, I have seen that your people, your soldiers, and your comrades, their admiration and appreciation for you are all sincere.
Because you are very powerful, you have a reason for them to do this, and there are also those outstanding warriors who follow you and are brave enough to die."
"I...what you have is exactly what I want to have most, even if it's only half, no, one-third."
"I voluntarily signed up to join the officer corps. In fact, there were many people who wanted to join. It can be said that there was an endless stream of people competing for the spot. But Clayton gave me this opportunity. This should be his spot. It's just that
Because I really want to see the rumored Malashenko with my own eyes, and want to know how he achieved everything that I envy and don’t have, and I also want to ask for some tips to learn from him.”
"I...ha, what should I say? I don't know how to continue talking. I just want to hear your story and know how you did all this. See if there is any
What are some successful lessons that I can learn from, okay?”
? ? ? It’s a small pit, right? This Colonel Jack is not an ordinary minor character. He is involved in the plot of the Cold War, so I will describe it in color, as above.