After a series of intensive preparations and multiple rehearsals, Malashenko, who was almost exhausted and exhausted, finally got the long-awaited good news.
The first Red Square military parade after the victory of the Great Patriotic War will be held on time as scheduled, and the date is set for April 27, nearly two months earlier than the existing history.
In the first two days before the military parade, Pravda, TASS and many other mainstream media simultaneously issued an order from leader Comrade Stalin that the military parade headed by Zhukov would be held as scheduled two days later.
The schedule was finally finalized, and the stone that Malashenko had been hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.
After all, after carrying out the last domestic military operation of the Great Patriotic War, we can go back to Berlin and head back east to welcome more anticipated events. Please tell Malashenko not to take this seriously.
It is expected that it must be false.
In addition, Malashenko also received news from Berlin in those days.
Lavrinenko is in charge of the overall command, with Varosha and the chief of staff as deputy assistants to assist in the parade-related work. As for the "household affairs" in which the leader's army takes the lead in participating in the East, preparations are almost complete.
Two British and American bosses, Montgomery and Patton, have also recently visited the leadership headquarters in Berlin.
In official terms, the two men who came for a friendly visit to engage in friendly military exchanges also congratulated the leading army on General Malashenko's outstanding command and achieved the greatest achievement in the Battle of Berlin.
But if it goes by Malashenko’s words, to put it bluntly, Lan Yizhi thinks that these two products are just here to gain popularity and increase traffic.
In major newspapers and radio broadcasts around the world, hot reports on "Nazis are dead" continue to be carried out, and they inevitably mention the progress and ending of the Battle of Berlin. Isn't it natural?
When talking about the Battle of Berlin, we must mention the Soviet Red Army. When talking about the Soviet Red Army, we have to talk about what a man named Ma and his comrades did in that final battle, and how they beat the Nazis to death.
I don't even know my mother.
So Montgomery and Patton, please take advantage of this juncture to check in, take photos, and visit the headquarters of the Army.
Does that mean that the reports related to the Leader Army and Malashenko will become a matter of course, less abrupt, and can even be continued to spread out and make more bullshit?
After reading the British and American newspapers in recent days, Malashenko can ask whether Patton and Montgomery know "how to gain popularity and increase traffic."
Malashenko even had some doubts about who taught those two people such a terrible but really useful job. In history, it seems that those two people have never done such a terrible job.
After thinking about it, Malashenko, who was leaning on the sofa and thinking about it, had previously targeted a person.
"Is it possible that Mai Paopao taught it to those two guys?"
After all, the most proficient and rigorous job in my life as a Filipino runner is to use various channels and public opinion to cover myself, build a god of war persona for myself, and understand the news better than the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.
Is the title of "The Best Actor of the U.S. Army" worthy of his name? He insists that he is second in the field of grooming work outside the battlefield. I am afraid that no one in the U.S. Army dares to admit that he is the first.
Thinking of the special relationship between Patton and Mai Paopao, Malashenko, who felt like he was trying to figure out something, suddenly realized.
I beg you to tell me that Filipino running men can do that kind of job of clocking in and gaining popularity. Not only did Malashenko not find it surprising, he even thought it was reasonable.
Didn't you expect that Patton, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually start to imitate the "actor-level actions"? If he goes a step further, he should put on his big sunglasses and hold a big pipe in his mouth?
Then I thought about that old boy Patton. If Qiu developed according to the existing historical timeline, then Qiu should be almost ready to send it now.
Malashenko has saved many "dead people", whether intentionally or not, in the end, they all live because of Malashenko.
Those people were originally buried in history. No matter how they lived, they lived well, including Malashenko himself, who was supposed to die in 1941.
As for Patton's life and death.
Malashenko doesn't want to nor does he think he has to interfere. Whether he lives or dies depends entirely on my destiny. I have to die or not. It's up to me.
Things in Berlin are limited to that for the time being. Malashenko in Moscow has to deal with some monthly summary telegrams from Lavrinenko in Moscow from time to time, which makes Malashenko
Mr. Ke felt that what he was doing now seemed to have a hint of "remote control battlefield" in it.
At that time, should we say "Niang Xipi" to respond to the situation? Then send a telegram and ask Lavrinenko to arrange the parade in the equipment square, and the last tank to move five meters to the right?
Malashenko, who thought of all the bad things there, couldn't help but laugh. He smiled and shook his head, and then started to work at his desk and get involved in a huge amount of paperwork.
It is busy and orderly, with some small episodes and happiness mixed in from time to time.
Time finally passed by like that and arrived at April 27, the day Malashenko could hardly wait for.
Although he is in Moscow, Malashenko does not want to travel between home and the suburban training ground all day long. Considering that he often works overtime until late at night, he is also afraid of disturbing his wife's rest. After all, she has to go to bed early and get up early to work normally.
, it is inconvenient and not good to be special just because of the identity of a man.
After simply telling Natalia, he stayed in the military camp with his troops.
So the first living person Malashenko saw when he woke up in the morning was not the beautiful daughter-in-law he thought about day and night.
And Iushkin, who had brought a basin of water, a towel on his shoulders, and even a toothbrush brushing basin, was squatting outside the door of his room, grinning like a fool.
"If I don't brush my teeth, wash my face, and have breakfast so early in the morning, why would I be squatting outside his door?"
"Hehe. Why don't you ask for the military parade tomorrow? He thought that I must have slept late or not fallen asleep last night. In case I got here late and was in a hurry and couldn't make it in time, he helped me fetch water."
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It's my fault, but sometimes I have to admit that when Iushkin is talking, he has a long eye and is quite clever.
"Then he has to say thank you to me, Comrade Cannon Leg, come in, just leave the table."
After saying that, Malashenko, who was standing by the door in the room, opened the door sideways, and Iushkin, who was holding a towel, wash water and a toothbrush bowl outside the door, quickly walked away with a smile on his face.
Come in.
"Thank you for anything. No need to thank me. It's not appropriate."
After entering the room, he put all the things in his legs on the table, closed the door to Malashenko who followed him, then raised his legs and pointed at the desk not far away.
"If you don't want to eat, there is bread and cold coffee on the table over there. He worked overtime last morning and had some leftovers. Don't you mind?"
"If you don't dislike it, if you don't dislike it, then where can you go? Hehe."
Malashenko was washing his face and brushing his teeth, while Iushkin was walking in front of the "Commander's Seat", nibbling bread and drinking cold coffee from the night before. He didn't dislike it at all, and he was "received" one after another.
"American horse urine" is so bitter that it makes you pinch your teeth.
"That stuff tastes really bad. I really don't know what's so good about it that it's so bitter."
"Life is a life of hardship, his cannon-leg comrade."
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he put the toothbrush back on the table. Malashenko picked up the razor and came to the mirror. While trimming Dongba's beard, he asked Iushkin who was eating in the mirror.
"There is something he wants to talk to me about at some point, and he needs to ask for my opinion."
"Ah, what's the matter?"
Malashenko's words were indeed a bit unexpected, and Iushkin was unprepared and unexpected. For a while, it was so true that he made a fuss. Comrade Commander didn't ask for his opinion on anything.
"I would like to hear my personal views on my future development."
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Before Iushkin, who was slightly stunned, could speak, Malashenko, who continued to trim his beard in front of the mirror, spoke.
"The Great Patriotic War has been won, and our most difficult and dangerous years have finally passed."
"He had wrongly thought of me and everyone on the No. 177 crew a long time ago, but his status at that time determined that he was not suitable to say such words. It was not until the victory of the war that things changed."
"Me, Seryosha, Artem, and even Sergei"
"He kept each of us by his side, keeping each of us doing the same job month after month, fighting in the most secure positions closest to him. Frankly speaking, that was not because
We are not suitable or cannot do other jobs, so we should go to other positions to better fulfill our mission."
"He cannot escape and must face his own mistakes, and he admits that they were caused by his fear and selfishness."
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Iushkin, who had stopped to eat, seemed to realize something. Comrade Commander's words had consciously or unconsciously evoked the common memories of that long-ago battlefield.
"He is afraid of experiencing what happened to Nikolai and Kirill again. He is afraid of losing one of us again. He never wants to have that heart-breaking feeling again in his life."
"So he made those decisions within his own power without crossing the line. He wanted to do everything he could to protect everyone among us. He didn't want the No. 177 crew to lose any more control.
Just be sure that he wants all the comrades of the No. 177 train crew to live to see the day when the Great Patriotic War is won."
"Until now, he has done it. But at the same time, he also understands that his excuses and reasons stop there. He cannot keep us tied to the place closest to him forever, just because of his own selfish desires."
Shaking the razor in his leg, Malashenko turned around, looked at his old comrade-in-arms who had known him day and night, and finally said the words he had been thinking about for a long time.
"So, after going through so much, what do I plan to do? Iushkin. He wants me to start from the grassroots level first. If I am willing, can I command a platoon or a company? I
What would you choose?"
It is obviously inappropriate to serve as a cannon leg for the rest of his life. Malashenko even felt that he had let an elite veteran, who fought in the cannon leg position from 1941 to 1945, remain intact, which was not a disservice to his personal future.
level of responsibility.
Therefore, Malashenko will try his best to make up for it and has started to prepare a long time ago. He will lay a command foundation for Iushkin in advance and let the boy learn from him. He will prove it by teaching him on the battlefield.
Malashenko felt that it was time for Iushkin to “learn and become a teacher”.
According to his own opinion, what Iushkin learned from him should be put into practice a little bit. With that kid's intelligence, he could be a company commander who could easily grasp it.
As time passes and my legs become more proficient, I will soon be able to reach the position of battalion commander or even regimental commander.
In terms of the solid foundation, I am afraid that very few people can compare with Iushkin, who not only played the entire game from 1941 to 1945, but also taught me the legs of a general.
The boy now only needs to practice operations, understand the knowledge he has learned through practice, and learn to use the existing experience. His growth and progress after being transferred to the command post are so fast that it is completely predictable.
Malashenko, who knows Iushkin very well, also believes that he can do it, and he will help him continue to experience and grow, and continue to go east.
Therefore, the key to the problem is what the parties concerned think and plan to do.
Malashenko felt that Iushkin should have no reason to refuse. After all, he had given him a "vaccination" a long time ago, and someone as smart as him should be mentally prepared.
Unexpectedly, instead of answering directly, Iushkin walked across the table with his head lowered, as if he was looking at something in his lap. He couldn't say a word for a long time, just so quiet.
Walking there on the ground.
It wasn't until the confused Malashenko took the initiative and raised his eyes to look at the thing held in Iushkin's leg that he realized that it was Kirill's harmonica that had been given to Iushkin for safekeeping.
"If he leaves and leaves the No. 177 crew, nothing like Kirill will happen again, right?"
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There was clearly audible sadness mixed in the voice, which Malashenko expected, but at the same time, he also unexpectedly knew that what Iushkin was afraid of or cared about was not the same thing as himself.
"But the seedling always wants to grow up alone without the protection of the big tree. It can't always rely on the big tree to protect it from wind and rain. His mother told him so."
After gently stroking Kirill's harmonica, it seems that I can still feel the warmth remaining on his familiar face. Iushkin, who has experienced too much and lost a lot, has returned with determination as before.
"He's all red, everything."
"Then let him do it. He is ready and he will definitely work hard to achieve great results. Take him with you."
He put the harmonica away, put the outer lining of his coat back on, and put on a brand-new major tank soldier's uniform. He faced Comrade the tank commander who was also wearing a uniform but carrying a lieutenant general on his shoulders. The solemn military salute was still upheld.
With the original intention from the beginning.
"As the glorious and legendary No. 177 crew, they will never be separated! No matter where they live in the future or where they are, they will never change across time and distance."