Malashenko's M43 tank soldier major general's uniform was crumpled like a ball of toilet paper after wiping his buttocks. When Malashenko pulled it out of his luggage bag, it looked so wrinkled.
Comrade Malokov couldn't bear to look at it.
"Oh! It's a little wrinkled, but it's still a new dress! I haven't worn it once since I got it. I can put it on the hanger tomorrow morning. Fortunately, Comrade Political Commissar prepared some for me.
."
"..."
After hearing this, Malokov was willing to believe that Malashenko was joking with him, but the expression on the other person's face did not mean it. It was obvious that he was serious.
I also had to emphasize some things to Malashenko that didn’t even need to be said.
"You can't wear this to the ceremony tomorrow, look what it looks like..."
"What does it look like?"
Malashenko didn't come back to his senses for a while. He stared at Malokov with his eyes wide open to make sure that the brother was not joking with him. Then he turned his head and continued to look at the man spread between his hands.
He was wearing a major general's uniform, and he blurted out questioning words without noticing anything wrong with it.
"What's wrong with this clothes? I haven't worn it even once. It's pretty good. It's much better than the patched combat uniform I wore on the front line. These are new clothes. Why can't I wear them anymore?"
"...."
Malokov once again confirmed through eye contact that Malashenko was not joking with him or pretending to be stupid. This guy was so stupid that he couldn't understand what he meant. Who knew he was extremely smart on the battlefield?
Why does my head look like this now?
If we were in the 21st century and there was a smartphone that could send out emoticons, Malokov would definitely send a full-junior version of "Fuck, how did Comrade General become like this!?".jpg
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"Look at how wrinkled those clothes are! You will go on stage to participate in the award ceremony tomorrow. You represent the face of the motherland. You will be photographed as publicity materials and will be recorded in history in the future! Is it possible that you want to keep it for a few years?
Later, the primary school students pointed to the photo in class and asked the teacher: "Why does the great hero General Malashenko wear clothes that look like a beggar?"
"Oh, don't talk about the children. If such photos are circulated, the Americans and the British will laugh at us for being so poor. Even the uniforms of the heroes of the motherland are old goods found in the warehouse and improvised. This is a disgrace to the motherland.
, now you should understand why you can’t wear it tomorrow, right?”
"...."
Malashenko did understand what Malokov wanted to express, but the expression on his face was a little strange.
"It's a pity. These clothes are so good and they are still new. Hey, I'd better keep them for home wear later. If no one sees them, I won't embarrass the motherland. I haven't bought a few new ones since the war started.
Clothes, it would be a shame to throw them away."
"...."
With a dark look on his face, Malokov could no longer think of what words he should say next. Malashenko was so outrageous that he went home to his mother: it was so outrageous.
In the end, Malokov could only leave the tank soldier major general's uniform that he brought with him. Before leaving, he once again told Malashenko to remember to wear this uniform tomorrow, so as not to rub it into pieces.
The set of butt paper.
Malashenko also agreed well and dealt with it with all his words. Suddenly, it was time for the award ceremony to start early the next morning.
The ceremony was held not indoors but outdoors, at the Kubinka Proving Ground where Malashenko and his trainees spent half a month together for many days in a row.
In order to make the award ceremony more ceremonial, the dozen IS2 heavy tanks that had been used for trial driving and simulated confrontation were driven to the designated position early in the morning and lined up in a row, with their strong and majestic main guns raised high.
, the black muzzle pointed diagonally at the sky.
In front of the row of IS2 heavy tanks, there are small groups of three or five, and each of them is a group of British and American officers who have their uniforms neatly dressed, their medals in place, and their faces are filled with joy.
, and the Red Army tank soldiers who participated in this operation, some small talk before the award ceremony began is naturally inevitable.
"Oh, Henderson, you have more medals than Jack! Did you secretly find a small French workshop to forge a few for you?"
"Son of the beach! Can you say something nice with your bad mouth? If you make fun of honor again, I'll beat you up!"
"In addition to quarreling, they were also quarreling. Hey, look at my dress. Before I left for Russia, I found a French tailor to iron it for me. The workmanship is first-class!"
Naturally, not only the British and American Allied Forces were getting together to chat, but all of them spoke fluent English. The Red Army tank soldiers who had become familiar with these British and American Allied Forces cadets over the past few days were naturally involved.
"Hey, brother! I heard that General Malashenko personally presented us with the award today. Is this true? What will the award be? I can't wait to know in advance."
The U.S. Army lieutenant colonel who was the first to speak asked this question. Upon hearing this, the British and American officers who were still chatting awkwardly around him also turned around and cast their gazes in this direction. It seemed that everyone was quite interested in today's prize.
interest.
But unfortunately, what was left to them was the words of the Red Army tank soldier Lieutenant Colonel who was asked this question and shook his head slowly.
"Honestly, I don't know. I'm just a lieutenant colonel like you. How could I know about the generals? I also heard that General Malashenko might give us an award, but that's just
I just heard about it, I don’t know more details than you do, and I don’t even know what the prize is.”
"Oh, well, that's really sad news..."
The U.S. Army lieutenant colonel, who had a smile on his face just now, shrugged his shoulders pretending to be sad, but he never thought that at this moment, the real person they were talking about in their conversation had already followed closely.
"Look, look over there! It's General Malashenko, he's already here."
The many days of working together have made most of the British and American officers who were still dissatisfied, despised and even scornful of Malashenko, thinking that this guy became a general at such a young age and that he was definitely using the back door to rely on connections.
manner.
Not only did he get to know Malashenko again, but he also recognized and admired him. There is no doubt that Malashenko used his own strength to conquer this group of British and American school officials who were originally unruly and with their noses turned upward. Even
Even Charleson, who became a major general, also spoke highly of Malashenko and described it this way in a telegram sent to Europe to Montgomery.
"In any case, I think after experiencing this short period of half a month, there is only one thing I can be sure of. We should really be glad that this Malashenko is not a German, but a Soviet, and
It would be an "unimaginable" disaster for him to be an enemy of such an armored commander, I am convinced of this, and believe that the Germans will agree with this statement."
"But given time, if the two different civilizational systems between us really come to that day, standing on the opposite side of this man is definitely not good news for us. I have a premonition, a very strong premonition
, there are too many things hidden in this man, and the future of the Soviet Red Army will surely set off an unimaginable change because of him."