Comrade division commander, if you want to use a car, it is to give you face. This is not an exaggeration at all, but any brother who knows the situation will know how to do it. For example, the director of our Communications Department is a smart and thoughtful person.
When I heard that the comrade the division commander wanted to use his car, he hurriedly reported to the front army headquarters. The comrade director took it upon himself to give up his car without saying a word.
"Of course, comrade division commander, please get in the car."
"Um"
Malashenko agreed and was about to get into the car. Thinking that he still had something to explain, Malashenko turned his head back and faced Iushkin and said.
"I'll give you a task. Go to Lavrinenko and tell me that I have something urgent to go to the front army headquarters. I'll leave the whole thing here to him and see that things get done. What's the big deal?
Or if you can't make up your mind, wait for the political commissar comrades to come and discuss it before making a decision. Nothing else matters, that's all."
Malashenko's order was given simply and neatly, and there was nothing strange about it. After hearing this, Iushkin nodded quietly, indicating that he understood, but saw that Malashenko had already stepped into the car and was about to
When he was about to raise his hand to close the car door, he still couldn't help but speak again.
"You'll come back, right?"
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Hearing this, Malashenko was stunned for a moment, and realized the hidden meaning in Iushkin's words, which was a double entendre.
The slight hesitation did not last long. A smiling Malashenko stuck his head out of the car and spoke in a firm yet relaxed tone.
"Where will I go if I don't come back? The question is, do I want to retire and go home to farm now? Or do I just want to sit in the position of teacher?"
Pfft——
Iushkin was instantly amused by Malashenko's intentional joke, and the whole atmosphere became much more relaxed and happy. Iushkin also smiled and spoke.
"Of course I want to sit down. In a few years, I will use my strength to sit where you are today. Just wait and see."
Malashenko, who smiled and waved goodbye to Iushkin, immediately closed the car door and gave orders to the driver.
"Go to the front army headquarters and set off."
The road to the front headquarters is not very long.
On the one hand, this is because the 502nd Battalion is located at the very edge of the battlefield. Judging from their posture, they may have been sent to the battlefield to put out fires and block the opening. However, they did not expect that the opening was not blocked, but they themselves were blocked.
Go in.
This is naturally due to some of Zhukov's own habits.
Although the strategic command has been delegated to the operational command level, some of Zhukov's personal habits remain the same without any change. For example, he likes to locate his headquarters as close as possible to the front line for convenience.
command.
This is very similar to Vatutin, except that the latter is more fierce. He not only sets the command post very close to the front line, but also likes to race around the front line.
On this point alone, Malashenko seems to be able to understand why Vatutin and Zhukov can urinate into the same pot. Zhukov can encourage and comfort Vatutin when he is being excluded and suppressed, and
Vatutin was able to listen to Zhukov's words, collect his emotions and continue to execute the order.
People with similar qualities can always come to everything unknowingly. Malashenko has always believed that this is true, whether it is himself and Zhu and Va, or Vatutin and Zhukov.
This is the case among everyone. Accumulating one's personal connections in the military is more than just flattering and saying nice things.
"Okay, just drop me here. You can go back with the car. Go report my whereabouts to Comrade Political Commissar and say everything is fine."
Malashenko, who had already arrived outside the headquarters of the front army, gave an order to the director of the Communications Office. The director of the Communications Office, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, nodded to indicate that he understood. Then he also had questions to ask the division commander.
"Then what will you do when you go back? Do you need a car to pick you up?"
After hearing this, Malashenko realized what the problem was, thought for a moment, glanced at the two guard trucks following the Gas Jeep, and immediately smiled with an idea, and then spoke.
"No, I'll go back in the truck and leave the security team behind."
The situation on the frontline battlefield is complicated. Many German troops that have just been defeated and dispersed are not even known where and how many German troops there are. There is no telling how many German stragglers have been rushed everywhere along the entire front. Horses
It is reasonable for Rashenko to bring such two trucks of guards across the battle line, and it is not excessive. If you think about how Vatutin died in existing history, you will know that it is actually necessary for Rashenko to do this.
Seeing that the comrade division commander had already decided on the vehicle he needed to use for his return journey, the director of the communications department, who could not say anything else, nodded and signaled to the driver to leave and drive the car to meet the political commissar comrade at the forward division headquarters.
After sending away the Gas Jeep of the director of the Communications Department, Malashenko immediately called the guard platoon leader on the troop transport truck to come down, and told the leader to wait here, and he could go in alone.
After answering in the affirmative, he turned around and walked towards the final destination.
"Come on, whether it's a mule or a horse, you can do whatever you want with it. I'll accept it."
Zhukov's front army headquarters was not located in a village or town. Instead, it advanced with the troops and set up camp directly in the wild.
Seeing a tall "big-headed soldier" coming from a small GAZ Jeep, the second lieutenant in charge of checkpoint security narrowed his eyes. Someone dressed like this came to the front army headquarters for a walk.
But it's not very common.
"Stop, comrade, there is a military restricted area ahead. Please show your personal ID and pass and explain your purpose of visit. If you have reported it in advance, please explain."
"Um?"
Wearing a black leather tank cap and a tattered old tank soldier's combat uniform, Malashenko didn't realize how strange it was to be standing alone at the gate of the front headquarters checkpoint in this outfit.
I just feel that I am used to "doing whatever I want", but to be suddenly stopped by someone with such a blunt and impartial tone makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
"Um, I'm looking for Comrade Commander. I'm here under orders. Please let me in."
"Comrade Commander? Are you here under orders?"
Looking at the "big-headed tank soldier" in front of him who had no rank mark and was not afraid of being blown away by his strong tone, Comrade Second Lieutenant, who originally acted impartially, was a little amused for a moment. After covering up his laughter a little, he started again.