Chapter 2115 The troubles of the teacher and comrade
Chapter 2115 Comrade Teacher’s Troubles
"Go and draft an order in your name. The Leader's Division will immediately formulate the Third Belarusian Front. Konev holds the most powerful field front in the entire Red Army, with more than one million troops. The Leader's Division should not become
He has the necessities for victory, and I am still waiting for his good news."
Just like any other response to Stalin's orders in the past, Zhukov's affirmative answer was as usual.
"Yes, Comrade Stalin, I will do it right away."
Malashenko did not know what had happened above, but he still felt deeply in his heart that he was able to build up an old army and continue to fight with an old leader who could urinate in a pot.
Happy, just as Comrade Political Commissar expected.
"It's good now. After working for so long, it's not in vain. We've finished the work and are finally willing to let us go. I'm almost tired of killing the Germans in Poland. It's time to go to the Germans' own territory.
Go up and kick Fasis’s ass, I can’t wait for a long time, ha.”
Malashenko's excitement and joy are beyond words. Of course, the same happy people are Comrade Political Commissar. After all, he is seconded to the two front army commanders like a wage earner in turn. When one is used up, he is lent to the other, more or less.
It will make people feel a little displaced and lack a sense of belonging. After all, this is a war abroad.
"East Prussia is no different than Poland. It is a place that the Germans value extremely highly. The enemies defending East Prussia will be even crazier and fight us to the death at all costs. This is to be expected. You have to be prepared for this.
Comrade Commander."
It’s not that I deliberately poured cold water on Malashenko who was in high spirits, but there must be someone who can remind you what you need to pay attention to and stay calm when you need it. If everyone around you blindly agrees with you and acts like a follower, you will just
Flattery is the worst thing that can happen to a powerful person.
Of course, Malashenko also understood the good intentions of his political commissar comrades, and knew what kind of fierce battle he was about to face, and was convinced that he had already prepared for it.
"Of course, it has been prepared for a long time. All the commanders and fighters of the leadership division have been prepared for this."
"To crush and disintegrate the will of the Germans to resist, it is not feasible to just fight on the soil of other countries. These fascist pigs must be allowed to witness with their own eyes the power of the Red Army on their own soil. What they did to our motherland.
Everything they did will be returned to them now with interest! East Prussia must be captured!"
With a transfer order from superiors, the rest will be much simpler.
It just so happened that Malashenko didn't want to use all kinds of excuses and reasons to deal with Konev. Even though he had already prepared it, he still felt that it was too troublesome for his mother-in-law. Malashenko didn't like to talk to people all day long.
It's not your nature to be here to do things that are both positive and negative.
Prepare the troops and set off as soon as dawn tomorrow morning. Go to the nearest train station in the Red Army-controlled area to load the entire division and move north to complete the cross-theater mobilization. Orders have been issued, and the battle and command have been
Malashenko, who had been busy all day, was finally able to take a break and take a nap before the big business tomorrow morning.
Malashenko has not slept for two days and one night now. If this continues, even a strong man will not be able to hold on. Malashenko, who returned to the office upstairs, casually returned the salute to the guards who saluted in the corridor and at the door.
Pushing open the door and entering, he unbuckled his weapon belt, threw away his gun holster, unbuttoned his clothes and threw them away. He put on his shirt, flipped off his two long leather boots, and lay down on the bed.
It must be said that the former head of the Fascist Battalion No. 3 really knew how to enjoy himself. The office not only had a wine cabinet, a fireplace, various exquisite furniture and magnificent decorations, even the big bed was made of luxurious solid wood.
It is made of a soft mattress and provides a supreme battlefield experience. Malashenko almost forgot the last time he slept on such a comfortable bed.
"Damn, these fascist bastards still know how to enjoy themselves! Drinking wine, eating meat, sleeping with Simmons, and killing people for fun, the devil of hell will never have such a comfortable life, you idiot!"
It's one thing to complain, but it's another and more important to seize the last few hours and get some sleep.
But as soon as Malashenko's head sank into the soft pillow, and he reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, he became curious about the half-opened and half-closed small drawer on the bedside table under the bedside lamp.
Got a lot of gadgets.
"What are all these things?"
While muttering in his mouth, he opened the small drawer of the bedside table and the contents inside were immediately displayed in front of his eyes. It was indeed quite rich.
A standard assembly-line version, not a custom-made high-end Ruger pistol. There is also a box full of ammunition, two empty magazines, a half-used bottle of women's perfume, a lipstick, and an unknown person.
It is an unlabeled small medicine bottle with no effect after taking it. When you shake it, it sounds like there is still a lot left in it.
But the most eye-catching thing was the dozen or so unopened condoms, the kind issued by the German army. Malashenko had seen them many times before in various captured trophies.
"..."
Picking up one of the condoms and squinting at it, Malashenko suddenly felt something... well, maybe it was an indescribable smell in his heart.
"Damn, I'm almost like a monk. When was the last time I had meat?"
When I think of some other senior commanders of the Red Army who "carry guns during the day and carry men at night", they live a suave and elegant life, showing off their true qualities as men. It's so cool.
It's a good thing for me. I'm happy to have become a battlefield monk specially designed for Germans' physical salvation. He must be at the level of an archmage. He has become a "feminine" seriously. He is either in the war or on the way to the war.
, in comparison with these two things, you feel so damn aggrieved, and it always feels like something is not quite right.
Sniff—sniff—
"Damn, that stinky bitch Fasis even wore perfume, so I said she smelled good, damn..."
Looking at the condoms, I felt a little fanciful. I smelled my sleeves and found that the fragrance of the Nasty Witch was still there. Comrade Ma, who was a little confused in his head, simply stopped thinking about the thing in his hand.
I stuffed it into a drawer and fell asleep on the spot.
"Hey, I don't know if Natalia and Anya are sleeping now? The girls should go to bed earlier, right?"
He said he didn't want to think about it anymore, but how could he stop his thoughts so simply when his soul was awakened? When the brain is in an excited state of thinking, even if it falls asleep, it has to take some time, right?
All in all, Malashenko himself didn't know exactly when he finally fell asleep, but he only knew that he fell asleep thinking about the two good girls tonight, that's all.