Being brought back to reality by the words, Malashenko raised his head and looked out the car window, and found that the scenery outside the car window had indeed returned to the town. Without saying a word, he opened the passenger door and got out of the car, followed immediately behind him.
Alsim's question came.
"Comrade teacher, then me"
Alsim didn't know what to do next, so he took the initiative to ask Malashenko for instructions.
Thinking that there was nothing particularly important at the moment, Malashenko waved his hand and spoke quietly.
"Go ahead and do whatever you have to do. Go back and see your soldiers. You just finished the battle and there are still a lot of things waiting for you. Go ahead."
"okay."
Before Malashenko could finish his words, Alsim had already answered, and his voice was very loud, as if he was afraid that his comrade, the teacher, could not hear him.
Watching Alsim get back into the Gas Jeep and drive away, Malashenko sighed that sometimes Alsim was like a child. He couldn't help laughing, but he didn't say anything to himself and walked towards the church in front of him.
Go, and when you enter the door, don't forget to return the salute to the two guards who are on duty at the door.
As soon as he entered the house, Malashenko went straight to the basement and quickly found the real person he wanted to see: our comrade political commissar.
The command headquarters was located in the basement of the church to obtain the relatively highest level of security. As soon as he came out, Malashenko saw the figure of Comrade Political Commissar and quickly stepped forward. When he came to the table, he realized that Comrade Political Commissar was standing there.
I was busy sorting out a pile of documents on my desk that seemed to be newly delivered.
"You're here? You're not hurt, are you? I heard that the nazis in the city are not that easy to deal with."
What is the battle situation on the front line? The division headquarters, as the brain of the leader division, will definitely receive it as soon as possible. At best, it will be a little later than Malashenko's "live broadcast".
If Comrade Political Commissar can ask this, he obviously knows something about the battlefield situation that just happened.
"Well, it's okay. It's not too difficult to deal with. It's just that a few thorny defense nodes are not easy to pull out, and the firepower of the first wave of siege teams is not enough. I think the longer it takes, the worse it will be, so I will simply bring a heavy firepower team.
It went straight up from the middle, and it didn't take much effort to solve the problem. The whole process was quite easy. I estimate that the overall casualties are controllable and shouldn't be too big."
Malashenko, who felt uncomfortable as soon as he ran out of food, refilled his mouth again, speaking calmly and with smoke coming out of his mouth while talking nonchalantly.
When the political commissar comrades who were familiar with Malashenko saw this appearance, they also estimated that the problem was indeed not a big one. If it were a big problem, Malashenko would not be able to sit down now and would have to stand, let alone with a root in his mouth.
There was a lot of chatting and laughing here.
"Did you receive the telegram sent to you?"
The political commissar comrades who were busy with the work at hand asked questions while working, without even raising their heads.
"Of course, otherwise why do you think I came back so quickly? Isn't it just for this?"
Malashenko smiled as he spread his hands, and what he saw next was Comrade Political Commissar putting down the last folder in his hand and turning his head to face him.
"Well, at least the result is not bad. Comrade Commander said a few words about you in the telegram, but the overall evaluation is good. At the end, he congratulated us on our victory and asked us to keep up our efforts. Your vote was risky, but it is true
success."
Being praised like this by his political commissar, Malashenko, who had already won the battle, was in a good mood. He raised the corner of his mouth on the spot. If he had a tail, he would have to raise it right now.
"That's natural. I know Chuikov. He has a bad temper but values the results. As long as he can win the battle, he can be silenced. On the contrary, if you execute the order well but lose the battle, with his explosive temper, this will
He must have come to this church to lift the roof now."
Chuikov is actually quite similar to Zhukov in terms of combat commanding style. In other words, it is precisely because of the more or less similarities in this aspect that he fell into the eyes of Comrade Lao Zhu and gained such a person.
The envy of beautiful jobs is reused.
Being brave and fierce and an unbreakable spring are Malashenko's evaluation of Chuikov's style. Working under such a number one leader, as long as you can win the battle, he will usually not say much about you, and will even protect you.
You little kid.
Malashenko, who was admired by Chuikov when he was in Stalingrad, of course already knew why he was so admired by Chuikov.
Being able to handle things and win battles is the real thing, and other bullshit is not. Although it is not as comfortable as working under Vatugin, but at least it is not bad. At least he can pee into a pot. This is also Mara.
The main reason why Shenke dared to "play freely" in this battle.
"in addition."
The complacent Malashenko was about to reach out to flick the ashes from his cigarette, but Comrade Political Commissar's next words had already been answered.
"Your other goal may have been achieved. The inside intelligence agent stationed in the city reported back intelligence that there was chaos with the Germans in the area immediately under the actual control of our troops. Not only did they issue more ammunition and weapons,
It’s even gathered with the reinforcements.”
Comrade Political Commissar, who was talking and giving things, handed a document that was delivered not long ago to Malashenko. Malashenko, who took the document and read it immediately, continued to hear the words "Comrade Political Commissar" in his ears.
explanation.
"If nothing else, the Germans may want to try a counterattack before more Red Army troops enter the city through this opening. They know what losing this outer urban area means to the war situation.
You wanted to cut the meat of the German before, but now the opportunity has come, as you wish."
Comrade Political Commissar's explanation is actually more detailed than the paper documents in hand.
Malashenko felt that if the political commissar could give him the original document, it would just go through the process, and it was actually not necessary. Moreover, Malashenko’s current thoughts and concerns were not in the typewritten document in his hand.
On paper.
"Well, that's to be expected. I asked Kulbalov to take over the matter before I left. I guess he is busy setting up defenses at the moment. Anyway, it's not a big problem."
"But I'm curious. At this time, our informants in Berlin can still send information out in such a timely manner? How can we do this? The war is in such chaos and we can still fulfill our duties. What a great skill."
Malashenko is not very familiar with intelligence work, but Comrade Political Commissar is different.
Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was originally a political worker and had served in a high-level position in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and who was familiar with intelligence matters, just smiled.
"On the contrary, this is the time that is most conducive to their work. The Germans in the city can't even think about fighting, so they don't have time to worry about catching people and spies."
"Besides, do you think the Germans can guess who our informants are? Our comrades? That may be their superiors, the deputy of a certain commander, or the person who just led the anti-traitor team to eliminate the so-called traitors.
An executive officer is loyal in the eyes of the enemy."