At the same time as Malashenko's award ceremony, on the roadside outside the gate of the Kubinka test site not far away, Colonel Malokov, who had just been talked about by Malashenko, was leading a group of subordinates at this moment.
People and horses greeted a convoy that had just arrived.
"Is the ceremony in progress? Comrade Malokov."
The man who stepped out of the third car in the middle of the convoy got straight to the point and asked the question directly. When Comrade Malokov, who was waiting in front of the car door, heard this, he immediately nodded and gestured to invite, and then spoke quietly.
Replied.
"Yes, Comrade Marshal. The ceremony has started for more than half an hour. To be precise...well, it has started for thirty-eight minutes and twenty-seven seconds, whichever is the second after I say it."
The man wearing a uniform big-brimmed hat did not wear a formal dress like Malashenko. Of course, with Malokov's status and position, he would not dare to dress this man even if he had a hundred more courages.
You are blindly beeping in front of the true God. This man can wear whatever he likes. I really can’t afford to mess with my small body.
Besides, her schedule is full for the day. It’s not like Malashenko only attends one award ceremony. Today’s affairs are settled. It’s really inconvenient to wander around in a dress.
Malokov, who had been thinking for a while, had no time to ask anything. The man beside him who was already leading the team towards the testing ground spoke again.
"It seems that I broke the appointment and didn't arrive on time. Where are Malashenko and the others?"
Hearing such questions, Malokov, who did not dare to be negligent, quickly stepped forward and raised his hand.
"Over there, the award ceremony is being held at Test Track No. 1. General Malashenko and others are there. Do you want to rush there now? I can lead the way for you."
"Um......"
The man who silently agreed suddenly stopped and spent a few seconds as if he had thought of something. Then he turned around and asked Malokov, who was still confused.
"So, is the prize ready for him?"
After hearing this, Malokov immediately realized what he was talking about, and then hurriedly turned around and took a suitcase from the entourage behind him, put it in his hand facing the man in front of him, and opened it smoothly.
, the things contained in it suddenly appeared in front of you.
He picked up the beautifully embossed and well-assembled Tokarev pistol that was quietly placed in the box and turned it over for inspection. After checking it, the man couldn't help but smile on his face and couldn't help but whisper in admiration.
"It's very good. It suits him very well. But compared with the one he gave me before, it lacks a bit of the meaning of being tempered by war. I hope he likes it."
Zhukov did not forget that after the Battle of Stalingrad, Malashenko gifted him a complete set of hardcover Ruger with all accessories captured.
That Ruger is indeed very exquisite and gorgeous. It has all the necessary accessories. It is a complete set. In addition, it is more meaningful that it was captured from the enemy. There is no doubt that it is a rare collection.
Excellent product.
Even people in high positions like Comrade Zhu rarely see or even hear of such things. This is the only gift Malashenko gave, but it was indeed delivered to Comrade Lao Zhu's heart.
Went, it was quite impressive.
Now, I can also "borrow flowers to offer to Buddha" and teach him a gun. In a sense, it can be regarded as repaying the original favor.
Zhukov, who had not seen Malashenko for a long time, even felt a little emotional. This young man who had brought him so many surprises and surprises had grown up a lot since the last separation. He didn't know what would happen when we met again in a while.
Something different.
I must admit that I was looking forward to this. Zhukov, who put the gun back and asked Malokov to put the box away, was already a little impatient to wait.
"Then...it's time to say goodbye, my friend. I have said everything I need to say. In the end, I just want to say that I hope we can see each other again, and I just hope it will be in Germany.
After winning the war in my land."
There were many students present, but Malashenko was only chatting with Charlieson and Jack.
The end of the relevant ceremony also means the arrival of the separation moment. According to the plan on the timetable, the Allied officer corps will set off to return early tomorrow morning and leave the Soviet Union. In the remaining half of the day today, they have to pack their belongings.
By the way, I have to hand over some pre-departure procedures, which will take a while.
So of course there is no time specifically reserved for saying goodbye.
If you want to say goodbye before leaving, then seize this last opportunity and hurry up. Otherwise, you will really live in this village without this shop.
"The victory over the Germans is of course certain, but can we never see this again..."
Malashenko, who responded to Major General Charleson's words with a smile, shook his head helplessly at first, and the words he spoke again were somewhat uncertain.
"I can only say that I hope so. I'm not sure whether I can survive until then. If it is really glorious, you two will become high-ranking officials in the future and have the opportunity to write history. You will have to publicize me a lot.
People can remember me. It is really sad that I died for the great cause of all mankind and still be forgotten."
The joke that blurted out without any warning was indeed just right. You looked at me and I looked at you. After exchanging glances, Charlieson and Jack both laughed in unison.
Regardless of whether others believe it or not, they do not believe that Malashenko, such a cool and awesome man, can be killed by the German guys who are chased behind him all day long and beaten all the way.
It would not be so outrageous that the chasing mouse suddenly turned around and killed the cat.
If there is a possibility, it is probably much lower than Hitler dying of a sudden illness tomorrow. Charlieson and Jack both thought so after seeing the powerful combat power of the leader division.
"That's it. I won't keep you two any longer. I'm very happy to get to know you two and make friends this time. We are all soldiers. Winning victory on the battlefield is our bounden duty. You must hurry up as soon as possible.
Go back and fight the battle you deserve to win, and in the end, I wish we all have victory."
As soon as Malashenko finished speaking, before he finished speaking, Charlieson and Jack, who really planned to leave now, wanted to say something last. However, they never thought that Colonel Malokov, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly appeared here.
At this time, he led a group of people back into the field of vision and was about to arrive in front of them.
"Isn't that Malokov? Who is that man next to him? It looks like he has a higher military rank than him."
Malashenko, who originally had his back turned to Malokov and his group, turned around subconsciously when he heard Jack's words.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. After taking a quick look, you immediately saw a face that was quite familiar to you both now and in the future, striding towards you accompanied by Malokov.