"Now let's ask our chief instructor, the hero of the motherland, General Malashenko to present awards to outstanding and award-winning trainees!"
"...."
Pah pah pah pah——
Looking at the focused gazes of the crowd of people around him, Comrade Malokov's pure American English on the stage was still echoing in his ears. Just now, he was chatting with Major General Charlieson next to him.
Malashenko, who was chatting happily, was a little confused for a moment. He couldn't come back to his senses. He blinked twice and then realized what he should do now.
"Oh, it's time for me to appear. I have to go on stage to present the award."
Although with the help of the spare uniform that Malokov hurriedly sent last night, he would not be embarrassed to put on the stage the tank soldier major general's uniform that had been crumpled into tissue paper, but Comrade Ma still had to face a comparison
Awkward question: He came back this time without even a medal.
Where are the medals, you ask? They were all lying on the front line. They were thrown into my suitcase and handed over to the political commissar comrades for safekeeping.
Maybe he was too busy, or maybe he really didn't expect this to happen, but in short, even the political commissar, who was always thoughtful, didn't remind Malashenko to bring all the medals.
Comrade Ma, who has always come to Madaha, also "lives up to expectations". No one reminded him that he would never have thought of such a thing. It is true that he didn't even bring back a medal with him.
This has led to the fact that although Malashenko is now wearing a brand-new tank corps major general uniform, his chest is bare and has nothing. Putting on the tank corps major general uniform, he still looks like someone who just graduated from the military academy.
After graduation, he looks like a new recruit with no military exploits. There is something indescribably weird about him.
"...You should have told me about this earlier, even if I borrowed a medal for you to get through this, it's too late now."
Malokov was walking down the podium, while Malashenko was walking up the makeshift wooden stairs.
The two faced each other, looked at each other, and when they met each other, Malokov couldn't help but said this to Malashenko who was walking towards him, but Comrade Ma Luokov just said this to him.
He spread his hands with a helpless smile.
"There is no way, my brain is not working well and I forget everything easily. This is the only way I can do it now."
"......Why"
It is true that Malokov, who was convinced by Malashenko, did not stay much longer. After letting out a long sigh, he walked down the steps and left the podium. The next time it was time for Malashenko to play the leading role in the performance.
A group of outstanding students who were about to receive medals and awards were lined up neatly on the podium at this moment, waiting for the glorious moment to arrive, with their heads held high.
Dressed in straight military uniforms prepared in advance, and the majestic and domineering IS2 heavy tanks lined up behind them, together they formed an unforgettable iron-blooded scene.
For the vast majority of men with passion flowing in their bodies, this is an exciting scene that they cannot refuse to say no to. Even the Pravda reporter, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time in the audience, couldn't help but hit the right moment.
He pressed the camera in his hand.
"Well, let me take a look... The first one, Major Anderson, an outstanding student, a Yankee, do you think it would be more appropriate to hang this thing at the gate of the air force base?"
Malashenko, who was complaining inwardly, glanced at the list of names placed next to the award plate. The Red Army soldier holding the award plate was standing respectfully and upright in a military posture, waiting for Malashenko to pick up the tray from the tray in front of him.
Take away what's in it.
Malashenko took out one of the medals and blinked. An indescribable feeling lingered in his heart. Strictly speaking, this was the first time that he had given a medal on such a serious occasion.
With so many people collectively conferring honors and awards, Malashenko felt a little uncomfortable being watched by so many pairs of eyes.
"Forget it, it's no big deal, I just do what I have to do."
Holding the medal in hand, Malashenko made up his mind and then turned around, adjusting his original serious face to a warm smile and facing the recipient of the medal.
When he carefully pinned the metal medal in his hand to the chest of the U.S. Army Major who was at his age and perhaps a few years older than himself, the words came to his lips, and Malashenko, who was already prepared, followed.
Speak with a smile.
"Congratulations, Major Anderson. You have received this precious medal as an outstanding cadet. This is an affirmation of your personal ability and hard work over the past half month, and it is also a sign of the friendship forged by the Soviet Union, the United States and Britain in the flames of war.
Witness. May you continue to fight bravely against the evil forces of Fascism on the battlefield in the future until you win the final victory."
The award speech was a standard template prepared in advance, so there was no need for Malashenko to improvise. This saved Malashenko a lot of trouble and made everything simpler.
When Malashenko's right hand stretched forward was tightly grasped, Major Anderson, whose excitement was beyond words, could not help himself.
"Thank you for your teaching and guidance over the past few days, General. I will definitely use what I learned in the Soviet Union for the great cause of anti-Fascism for all mankind, and live up to expectations!"
"...."
Malashenko, who was speechless, just smiled and shook hands with the other party, but in his heart he complained, "I have high expectations for you! You American emperors have not done harm to anyone for three days, and you have no energy to walk. You are worse than that gang."
"A German stick can't be strong enough." Behind the superficial hypocrisy, it can only be said to be perfunctory, at least in Malashenko's case.
Moving forward to the second recipient, Malashenko took a deep breath and continued to turn around and reach out to touch the medal in the tray. He also took another look at the names of the recipients on the list next to him.
Introduce and confirm one last time to avoid calling the person by the wrong name and rank and causing embarrassment.
The long-awaited awarding ceremony went on until the last 12 people. These 12 people were the first, second and third place teams in the actual "tank biathlon" competition that Malashenko had improvised. There were 4 people in one car, the first, second and third place teams.
When the 3-car group came down, it happened to be the last 12 people.
The things you get are also richer than those of the previous outstanding students. In addition to the outstanding student medals you already have, you will also receive an additional 12 shiny silver customized commemorative Tokarev TT33 pistols.
The only thing that may be called insufficient is that these 12 commemorative edition pistols do not have the details and grades to distinguish the first, second and third place.
Because when we started customizing this batch of prize commemorative guns a month ago, no one expected that Malashenko would later be able to do such a complicated job of having to distinguish the first, second, and third place, the first, second, and third place teams.
At that time, the purpose of creating this batch of commemorative pistols was simply to use them as prizes for outstanding students, nothing more, and they were matched with medals.
As for separating it out as an exclusive prize for the championship, second and third place teams, it was an impromptu decision made by Malashenko after discussing with Malokov.
According to Comrade Ma, it is for no other reason than to make the awarding of these exclusive customized commemorative guns more meaningful. Wouldn’t it be boring if they were used as accessories along with the medals? Isn’t it?