Malashenko's answer undoubtedly satisfied Vatutin, or as long as Malashenko said this, Vatutin was convinced that he would be able to do it, just like in the past.
"I will coordinate the issue of equipment supplies and personnel replenishment as soon as possible. In fact, I have already started preparations before you came. I knew you would need these when I received the telegram."
"There is also good news to tell you. Your old friend Kotin, the outstanding heavy tank master of the motherland, sent a telegram to the front army headquarters. Just three days ago, when you were fighting in southern Poland."
"He said that a batch of agreed-upon items will be delivered soon. This is specially prepared for the leader division. I hope you can use it to your satisfaction. In addition, he will prepare an actual combat feedback report for him. Subsequent equipment improvements and large-scale production will require
.”
"The original text of the telegram is here. You should read it. Maybe you should call him back or something. In short, it's up to you to decide."
It’s been a while since I’ve been in contact with Kotin, and of course Morozov. Malashenko doesn’t know how the two brothers, who used to hate each other and were rivals, are doing well in their cooperation now, but I want to go through it.
After my last matchmaking, I should be doing pretty well now.
As for the "agreed things" mentioned by Kogin, Malashenko can remember what they were.
Except for Shashmulin's side who had just received his actual combat feedback report, the only thing that could be regarded as "agreed" was the one from Kotin's side, but Malashenko didn't know it yet.
How will this kind of thing that does not exist in the existing history actually appear after being guided by his own description and a lot of "fiddle-making" by Kogin.
I guess we won't know until the items are actually delivered to us.
"I think I roughly know what it is. He and I have made such an agreement, Comrade Commander."
While holding the telegram and reading it quickly, he also answered Vatutin's words. Seeing that Malashenko knew that this was the case, Vatutin simply didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, Malashenko and the military masters at the rear had a close relationship.
It is a well-known fact that there is tacit cooperation among them.
From design masters such as Kotin and Morozov to the new master of individual weapons and rifles Kalashnikov, Malashenko seems to be able to tinker with and give guidance on anything.
, and it really won unanimous praise from all the design masters, and I would come to "work with" Malashenko every once in a while.
In other words, Malashenko’s main occupation is to be a well-known Red Army tank hero in his motherland. This priority is irreplaceable and must be guaranteed.
Otherwise, Vatutin estimated that Malashenko would have been drawn into the military industry system long ago, and he would have followed the design masters to plan the future development of the national defense and military industry of the motherland. Such an all-round talent would definitely not be willing to let go.
Missed.
Let's talk, let's talk. In short, Malashenko finally cleared up the affairs of the Front Army Headquarters. He was able to receive some documents and written orders from Comrade Chief of Staff of the Front Army and then set off to return. The division headquarters also
There is a lot of things waiting for you to deal with.
"Well... we have to make another trip the day after tomorrow. The front army headquarters will hold a combat meeting. Commanders above the military level and political commissars must be present to participate. The day after tomorrow, you will have to be the driver again. Remember
be prepared."
Malashenko, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was flipping through the written order document he had just received regarding the actions in the next few days, while chatting casually to Iushkin, who was swaying in the driver's seat and driving.
A mouthful.
After hearing what Malashenko said, Iushkin, who was suspicious, spoke without thinking too much.
"Above the military level? We are at the division level. Are you sure we need to participate in this meeting?"
Malashenko, who paused turning the documents in his hands, glanced at Iushkin, and realized that this innocent and cute guy really looked serious. It was not like he was deliberately pretending to be stupid, but Malashenko shook his head with a helpless smile.
Ke made a casual remark.
"Then just think of us as military-level, and just treat us as such. The rest is not important."
"..."
Iushkin, who didn't quite understand what Malashenko meant, was still a little confused, but he didn't think about it any further. Anyway, he wasn't a teacher, he just drove a car for others and worked as a driver.
This is something that the big guys should worry about, so I just ask it casually out of curiosity. If it really has something to do with it, what does it have to do with me? There is no need to take it seriously.
Malashenko, who directed the convoy back to the train station, still had things to do.
Political Commissar Petrov commanded the field division headquarters, which was set up only 2 kilometers away from the train station. This was also done to facilitate the coordination of the mobilization of command troops, receive supplementary supplies, equipment and personnel, and to be closer to the transportation hub.
It will always be more convenient, that is inevitable.
Malashenko, who first arrived at the train station and then at the division headquarters, had just entered the door to rest. He threw the documents he had brought back on the table and threw them to the political commissar. The next thing he did was to pick them up from the table like a cow.
The jar filled his throat with tons of water.
"I said, can't you bring a kettle with you next time? Is your kettle welded to death in the tank and can't be taken out? I've never seen you use it outside the car."
After drinking it all in one breath and swiping his mouth, Malashenko threw the empty bottle on the table and finally quenched his thirst. He lit a cigarette for himself, pulled up a chair, sat down and said.
"Forget it, pigs always forget. Every time I say to take it out, I forget to hang it on the seat of the chair. On the way back, I said to drink something from someone else's bottle. It's ice-cold and will fill my teeth. Drinking it will cause diarrhea, so that's all.
I can bear to go back to the division headquarters for a hot drink."
He reached out and flicked the ashes into the ashtray of the can on the table. Malashenko, who was still feeling fairy-like in his mouth, began to speak seriously.
"Comrade Commander has promised to give us priority in dispatching replenishments. We will have all the replenishments and make up for whatever is missing. The highest priority will be in place as soon as possible. He will personally be responsible for coordinating and dispatching."
"But we have to complete the rest and recuperation of the troops within three days. The commander only gave me three days. After three days, he will come down to inspect the troops in person. This time is a bit tight. We have to call all the key personnel over for a meeting.
, put together the specific tasks, and you can’t complete the task if you work blindly for 72 hours.”
Before Malashenko finished speaking, the political commissar behind the desk who had just finished correcting a document and signed his name and put down his pen was also about to speak. Unexpectedly, the phone on the desk suddenly rang rapidly.
"Hey, political commissar of the division, please speak..."