There was nothing too unusual about the conversation with Jill along the way.
Maybe Jill still couldn't fully understand what Malashenko said, but she at least knew that Malashenko had a reason for doing what he did, and that he had his own reasons for his actions, and it was enough to make ordinary others not know how to refute.
"Maybe he is right, but I just can't understand it yet."
Gill, who did not accept death, began to try to think about the problem according to Malashenko's logical thinking. Although this was still a bit difficult for Gill at present, at least he had started to try, which was enough to give him a solution that was not too far away.
adds a different possibility to the future.
"We're here, let's get off the car."
Gil was still leaning his head in front of the car window, thinking endlessly. Not far away, the sound of opening the door accompanied by Malashenko's warning sounded.
Don't get me wrong, Malashenko is not a "gentleman" who opens the door for a lady. This "straight man" will only open the door for himself. It would be unprecedented to kindly remind him that he has arrived at his destination.
"Are you going to the front line?"
Somehow, Gil, who was following Malashenko out of the car and chasing after him, suddenly said this out of the blue. This question made Malashenko a little surprised and confused, but he didn't take it too seriously.
Just say something casually.
"What? Worried about me?"
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The change of initiative in the dialogue was as quick as a flash.
As soon as Malashenko said this, Jill, who was still looking normal at first, suddenly changed her color. It couldn't be said that she was blushing from embarrassment. Anyway, it felt like something was not quite right.
"No, how could I worry about you? What does it have to do with me?"
Malashenko smiled when he heard this.
"Really? That's great. If too many people worry about people like me who don't have their heads in their belts, I'll have a bad conscience."
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Malashenko's dirty talk was one after another, and it was obviously beyond the capabilities of a little girl like Jill to deal with such a sophisticated "old fritter". He was beaten in less than one round after just a few words.
Rashenko was choked and speechless.
"Okay, then. That's it for now."
"You go and organize your interview notes, while I go and finish the work I want to complete."
"If you have any questions, you can come to me. Remember not to run around. Not everyone may know you after you leave this headquarters. There are still many Nazis outside. Be careful to arrest you."
Raising his hand and making a "see you later" gesture, he said goodbye to Jill and turned to enter the combat command room. Malashenko still had a lot of his own troubles to be busy with.
"How is the situation on the front line? How is the fighting going now?"
Before he even sat down on the chair, he was already asking about the latest battle situation.
Kulbalov, who was directing a group of staff officers to handle military affairs not far away, rushed over immediately after hearing the sound. He was still holding the battle report that he had just compiled, and he blurted it out before he could reach Malashenko.
"Everything went well while you were away, Comrade Commander."
"The progress of the two siege teams is very good. The Nazis fought hard and tried to carry out local counterattacks on us, but they were all repulsed by us. So far, everything is going according to plan, and our casualties are also small.
It is within a controllable range and is even more than 30% lower than the earlier expected standard. It is indeed very effective to invest in TOS-1 as a firepower supplement."
"Well, the premise is that TOS-1 is not targeted by the Germans, but it is only a matter of time. Maybe it has been targeted now."
Compared with Kourbalov's optimism, Malashenko, who is not a cold waterer, still needs to remind some details that must be paid attention to.
"Notify the frontline troops that sufficient troops must be deployed to protect the rocket assault tanks."
"This thing is certainly useful. Any German stick that stands in front of it will be blown to pieces and ground into powder, but at the same time, we must remember that it is a double-edged sword. Once this thing explodes among our people,
Come on, I think the German guys across the way will laugh out loud, but I don’t want to hear how many of us were killed by that truck full of 310mm rockets.”
"In short, we must ensure combat safety as much as possible, and the TOS-1 crew must also pay attention to keeping a distance from the enemy. Although the weapons in their hands have strong charges to reduce the range, they are not short sticks to greet others.
Don't just ride on the enemy's face and charge just to get the heads of two German guys. Try to fire as close to the edge of the range as possible. Once the ammunition explodes, it's all over."
Everything has its pros and cons. Although the TOS-1 has fierce firepower, it is also a destructive mobile self-propelled explosive depot.
Although he has repeatedly emphasized that the combat mode of TOS-1 must be strictly implemented in accordance with the training materials and combat plans, Malashenko, who is still not completely reassured, still chose to warn the soldiers on the front line again and again, just for fear that the soldiers on the front line would be beaten.
The rules are messed up.
"Understood, I will notify you."
"But Comrade Commander, there is another important thing here that you should take a look at."
"Um?"
Looking at the folder that Kulbalov took the initiative to hand to him, Malashenko, who was slightly puzzled, stared at the cover of the folder for the first time and frowned slightly. The reason was of course very simple.
The style of this folder is not that of the Red Army, but that of the other side.
Moreover, the hard cover looks quite worn, and there are traces of being scratched by shrapnel or something else. Even the eagle emblem of Santoku on the cover has its wings cut off.
"What is this thing? Where did you get it?"
I took the folder smoothly and before I even had time to open it and flip through it, this curious question came out of my mouth.
"About half an hour ago, the patrol team arranged on the street met a man who was acting suspiciously. He was said to be acting suspiciously because his hands were empty and he had nothing in his hands. He just put his hands in his pockets. Now he dared to walk on the street.
The German guys walking around are all scavengers, but he doesn’t look like he’s here for that at all.”
"The squad leader who was leading the patrol thought something was fishy, so he called him from behind to stop and get checked."
"Who knew that this German guy had a guilty conscience? When he heard someone calling him from behind, he turned around and saw that it was the Red Army. He was so frightened that he ran away like a rabbit. When the squad leader saw this, he immediately fired a warning shot, but the German guy didn't stop.
, was chased all the way by our soldiers, and finally blocked in an alley and had to be captured without mercy."
"When I got closer, I realized that the problem was even bigger. The German guy couldn't be as simple as an ordinary person who was scared and ran away. Even though he was wearing coarse rags, his feet were made of nails.
These serious German army riding boots don't match each other at all, and they're all leaking out right away."
"Then after another search, I discovered that this thing was hidden in the German guy's tightly wrapped coat. He reported it layer by layer and then sent it to me."