Malashenko had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Comrade Lao Zhu again.
How did you say that?
Well, that is to say, there is always a gap between imagination and reality. Although he had imagined the scene of meeting Comrade Lao Zhu again many times before, Malashenko still did not expect that the scene of the final meeting would be like this.
"How long has it been since we last met? Where did we last meet? Do you remember?"
Malashenko was not sure whether he could answer accurately, so he could only think for a while and then tentatively spoke.
"It should be in Moscow. That time I went back to give lessons to the British and Americans. After the lesson, you took the time to come over, and then we met, Comrade Marshal. But we were in a hurry that time, and there was a gap between us.
I didn’t bother to talk too much and said goodbye, and that’s what happened until now.”
Malashenko's memory is pretty good. He can remember the last time he met Zhukov, and his answer was of course no problem.
Compared with the last time they met, Malashenko felt that Zhukov had not changed much. He was still the God of War of the Red Army whom he was familiar with, and the marshal of the Red Army with the most powerful combat effectiveness.
Looking at Malashenko's expression of excitement and joy, Zhukov, who nodded slowly, also smiled with the expression of a long-lost reunion, and then raised his hand and patted Malashenko on the shoulder.
Keep talking.
"You have grown a lot more than before. Now you are able to lead and command the most powerful experimental field group of the Red Army on your own. This is much better than I expected. It is indeed more outstanding."
Faced with Zhukov's unstinting praise, Malashenko, who knew that he was not the only one responsible for all this, just said it as it is.
"Without the assistance and support of my comrades and comrades around me, I don't think I can do this, Comrade Marshal. The Red Army has always been a united group. I firmly believe in this, and use this as a standard to strictly demand myself and unite well."
Comrades around you, unite the entire team."
"The Leadership Division has been a heroic collective from beginning to end. All comrades stand together, shoulder to shoulder, sword to sword, and work together to fight the national crisis. This is far from the achievement of individual heroism. I think this is what the Leadership Division can go to.
The ultimate reason for today.”
After hearing Malashenko's words, Zhukov, who was smiling, couldn't help turning his head and looking at the Chief of Staff of the Front Army beside him, and smiled in unison. The next person to speak was Comrade Chief of Staff.
"You are right, Comrade Marshal, it seems that there is something unique and unique about why the leader division is so outstanding. It is far more difficult to forge a steel-like core of troops than to piece together new and powerful equipment. Perhaps this is why
The real reason why leaders are unique.”
Zhukov, who remained silent, just smiled and nodded to express his approval.
For the young man in front of him who he helped up with one hand, Zhukov did have considerable expectations and a high degree of satisfaction. It was as if this young man had never let him down in what he did in the next step. At least Zhukov did not remember Malashin.
There was never anything that Ko had ever done that made him furious and disappointed.
"Is the main force of the division still on the way?"
After a few simple greetings, Zhukov began to get to the point, and Malashenko's answer was followed by a quiet reply.
"Yes, Comrade Marshal. The leadership division has a very large establishment, especially a large number of technical equipment. These require more trains to carry out strategic maneuvers, and of course are more time-consuming. Are there any important tasks that we need to perform?"
Malashenko wondered if Zhukov had some tricky work waiting to be assigned to the leadership division. Upon hearing this, Zhukov just raised his hand to signal.
"Let's talk inside. I have something to tell you, and it will take some time."
Although Zhukov, who currently serves as the commander of the front army, is not as busy as before when he was coordinating the overall situation of the entire army, at best, his busy work has been moved from the strategic level to the level involving specific tactics.
The piles of major and important matters are gone, and there are a lot more trivial matters reported by the troops at all levels below that need to be reviewed by oneself. There are always some things that the commander of the front army must see with his own eyes, so Comrade Lao Zhu doesn't even think about going to the front line to command in person.
As a combat force, there is still almost no free time.
The time to talk to Malashenko alone now is all about the work at hand. Later, there was a small meeting that I was supposed to host, but it was all handed over to the deputy commander and chief of staff before I took it out.
Coming from the body.
It may sound a bit unbelievable that a front commander would go through so much trouble to talk to the division commander below, but Zhukov himself believed that it was worth it. The integration of Malashenko and the leader division was even more important than a group army.
This has not only military significance but also political significance. Zhukov needs to complete military tasks as well as political tasks. This is an order personally given to him by the man in charge of power sitting in the Moscow Kremlin, and he must complete it personally.
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"What should I drink? Tea or water? Anyway, no wine."
It can be seen that Comrade Marshal was in a very good mood to see Comrade Ma again. As soon as he left the command hall and entered his office, he joked with Malashenko. Ma was embarrassed to upset the leader's mood.
Rashenko could only reply with a smile.
"Just hot water, Comrade Marshal."
"Okay, go prepare it and bring it over."
"yes!"
After sending away the orderly who was pouring water and tea, Zhukov saw the door being closed and having a private space for the two of them, and then he spoke to Malashenko again.
"Do you know the reason for this teasing about returning to Poland?"
Zhukov's tone was a little pretentious, as if he wanted to test Malashenko a little. He didn't think there was anything serious about it. Malashenko spoke directly without thinking too much. Zhukov's identity and identity
People of high status can't use traps to trap themselves. If you think so, it's a case of persecution delusion. It's really not necessary.
"You can probably guess that it should be for the next operation in the direction of Berlin. There are tasks there that are perfect for the leadership division to complete."
Malashenko's answer was very straightforward. When he heard footsteps coming from far away outside the door, Zhukov, who was walking towards him, nodded quietly and spoke.
"It seems that Vatutin told you some basic information. How is his situation? Is there anything you want you to pass on to me?"
Faced with Zhukov's sudden inquiry, Malashenko could only smile and shake his head.