Speaking of which, this was not the first time Malashenko saw Japanese Japanese soldiers with his own eyes.
The military parade in Moscow’s Red Square is not included. There were too many people there, and there was no need to just pick a few out of the crowd so that flies could stare at them.
He has a short stature, bow legs with a bit of a splay, and a turd-yellow dog skin. In addition, including the full length of the bayonet, he is taller than the Japanese soldier carrying the gun.
Such a devil is not a single one, but a group.
Malashenko probably counted seventeen or eight things, and there was even one with a command knife among them. It looked like he was a sergeant or a second lieutenant. In short, he couldn't see clearly. He took a telescope and looked across the river to see.
It is not too difficult to know the military rank of the person with the wrong face. Even ordinary people still cannot be sure.
"Do the Japanese patrols come every day? Is there a fixed number of people each time?"
The situation was obvious. The Japanese on the wrong side were ordinary patrols that wandered around every month. It was inevitable that the Japanese planned to counterattack the vanguard sent by the Red Army to cross the river.
Hearing the comrade commander's question, a major in the team who was responsible for patrolling and defending the area along the riverside in the suburbs followed closely to help the comrade commander understand whether the military situation along the riverside was the mission he came here for.
"Comrade Commander, my patrol frequency in those months was higher than when we first arrived. There were two more teams every day, one at noon and one at east noon. Counting the early and early morning patrols,
There are a total of four patrols in the morning and night patrols in the east, which is a new change that only happened three days ago."
"Four times? Oh, that little devil really thinks highly of me, sending so many people to keep an eye on me."
Malashenko was immediately amused after hearing this.
For things like border patrol, the frequency of four trips a day is not to say high, but it is very high, very high, so high that it is abnormal. It is enough to show how many extra people the Japanese have sent to this boring and monotonous job.
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See the big from the small, see the essence through the phenomenon.
Malashenko knew that the Kwantung Army must have vaguely sensed something, and sending more troops to strengthen border patrols was no evidence that it was panicking.
After all, the Red Army has such a large-scale deployment of personnel and equipment, and it is unrealistic to completely hide it from the Japanese.
Operation Bu Nao Cuo Yue itself is a good deal, so why don't I fucking ask you to beat me, Xiao Yue Ben, what the hell? If you don't agree with me, why don't you fire the first shot first and fight across the river if you have the guts to do so?
, Take the initiative, Malashenko wants it.
Malashenko, who became more and more dissatisfied with the Japs, was not allowed to fire the first shot now. Even the current lieutenant general of the "Tiandong First Army" Lan Tingda did not have that power.
Once the fighting starts, you can beat the Japanese to death no matter what, but the order to start the attack must come from the headquarters, so you can just take a look now and just endure it. What can be done and what cannot be done
, Malashenko is not very clear about this.
Thinking about taking a look at what the Japanese were doing before leaving, Malashenko once again raised the telescope in his lap, but then he saw a scene that surprised him.
In the crowd of Japs on the other side, the Japs leader, who looked like an officer and carried a command knife, was actually nodding and bending towards the other side of the river, waving his leg in his own direction. He couldn't see his military rank clearly, but he could still see the direction of the other side clearly.
That disgusting smile on his face.
"Damn it! Are those Tsukimoto devils so impatient? One day I will use my 203 dirty laughs to make you eat all you want!"
Malashenko thought that the Japanese in front of him were deliberately taunting him, so he cursed in his heart. He never thought that Comrade Comrade Malashenko, who was already visiting the riverside for the first time, quietly spoke with another true opinion.
"The Moon Army has been like this for several days. Whenever they see their patrols, they will take the initiative to say hello and ask if they can meet the senior commanders. What's more, as I see now, they will even bow to me."
"ha?"
Looking at Malashenko's turned head with an expression of "Holy shit, that's what happened?", he paused for a moment, and then the political commissar, who was also holding a telescope on one leg, quickly continued to speak.
"The international situation is seriously unfavorable in Japan right now. The only remaining Axis powers are their group of fanatics who are struggling to survive in a corner."
"Yue himself knows that his situation is as bad as ever, and the Chinese comrades and Americans alone are enough for them. Those bastards with somewhat abnormal brains actually count on the Soviet Union to help them mediate the war, hoping to persuade the United States
When people say that enough is enough, they almost draw back their legs, is that what a person in their right mind would say?"
But if Comrade Political Commissar, a civilized person, scolded him as "having a problem with his brain," he would suddenly know how stupid these devils were. If he refused to pay dues because of his IQ, it would have been like having his brain shut down.
"So that's the reason why the Moon Army did what they did. Although they noticed their movements and made many corrective adjustments, including the increase in patrol density, they essentially didn't want them to fight.
In the past, I did everything I could to please them, hoping that they would mediate the war for them and stop the Americans, and I never wanted to offend them."
"Oh, offended?"
Malashenko's face was full of disdain as he sneered, and then blurted out sharp words without thinking.
"They seek truth and don't want to offend anyone, so they should go back to their dry world of one-third of an acre and fend for themselves. Those dogs bullied the weak at will, and waved their butcher knives at the people with flat heads, did they ever think about it?
Are you afraid of offending someone?"
"If you don't report before the time comes, Malashenko will come to do justice for God!"
"Don't talk about those dogs standing in front of Jiang Cuo and bowing to him, nodding and bowing. Otherwise, he would chop off their heads and throw them into the river and float them to him. He would never let them go!"
"Aren't they and the Nazis just friends and collaborating with each other? Okay, that's just right. Let's add some ingredients to the set menu that the Nazis have already enjoyed, and let them see the bullshit bushido spirit and party.
Which of the crazy guards is more durable?"
After the scolding at the scene, he was very confused and resentful. He looked at the Japanese leader who was facing him and smiled and waved his leg to greet him. The other man had clearly seen the telescope in his leg and had such a reaction after seeing the general's uniform.
Malashenko, who was looking around, spotted something in the patrolman's leg, and suddenly had an idea and stretched his leg.
"Here, give him the trumpet."
Sometimes, when the Yue troops in front of Jiang do something that is easily "misunderstood", the Red Army patrol must ask him to give a stern warning. If he does not listen, he will have reason to use lethal force. The patrol team
The big tin speaker held in the inner leg is specially designed for this purpose.
The passive tin speakers of those days did not have electronic amplification, so for the thing to have the desired effect, it had to be loud.
Fortunately, Lan Yizhi is tall and big, so his lung capacity is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people. Coupled with his long-tested and strong body shape, it is easy to shout the trumpet twice.
As for the lines, Malashenko was already ready.
Liquid Chong's ancient power was instantly inhaled and ready to be unleashed. With enough strength, Malashenko raised the horn and blurted out an authentic Northeastern dialect in a second.
"You little brat from Cao Ni Ma! Ancestor of Wo Yue Ni!"
The Japanese leader who was nodding and hunching in front of Jiang Cuo was stunned when he heard this. His whole body seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. Even his smile froze, and he had an unexpected expression of "carelessness and loss of ancestors".
Vivid and exciting.
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The devil's head no longer nods, his waist is bent, and even his smile has changed from GIF to JPG.
But the comrades beside Malashenko were dumbfounded. They did not expect that their own comrade, the commander of the army, would shout such words that made people have no idea what they meant.
There is only one person who can understand, and that is our Comrade Political Commissar.
The experiences in the early years enabled Comrade Comrade Political Commissar to not only speak Mandarin, but also to read books in Traditional Chinese. He translated and recorded them in Russian and compiled them into a volume for comrades in need to learn by themselves.
Now, what does it mean to listen to the blue ballasted pipit spring and the gray warehouse road?
Quite uncontrollable words were blurted out immediately on the spot.
"I didn't expect that I can speak Chinese so easily. Did I study it on my own by doing my homework secretly?"
Malashenko can speak multiple languages, and his mastery of different languages is even higher than that of his political commissar comrades. Of course, he is the strongest multilingual talent in the military.
With that major premise, Comrade Political Commissar feels that it is not surprising that Malashenko can speak fluent Chinese again. Who gave our Comrade Commander the gift of language?
What's more, the upcoming battle on the wrong month is very practical. Is it really a big advantage to speak Chinese after coming to Northeast China? Is it reasonable for Malashenko to be self-taught at that time?
As for Malashenko, he directly said "Chinese quintessence". It was true that Comrade Political Commissar was a little nervous and couldn't help but sigh. It seems that no matter what language he speaks, he always learns swearing the fastest.
What's even more interesting is that just by looking at the reaction of the Japanese leader, I knew whether that bitch must have understood what he was saying to be so stunned.
Are you probably shocked that a dignified Soviet general could not speak fluently in "Chinese Chinese" as soon as he opened his mouth?
Whatever the devil thinks, Malashenko is not interested or in the mood to know.
Compared to feeding 203 shells into my mouth, scolding me is considered a lighter word. Just be happy that you have many days to live.
The riverside inspection was over. Malashenko drove back to the military headquarters. He walked back to his desk and took a drink of water. He was about to pick up a pen and continue processing documents. He never thought that the political commissar who had just separated not long ago walked into the office again.
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"Comrades from China have arrived, bringing with them very important information. They have been assigned by their superiors to represent our army. Do I want to see you?"
"Hmm? Comrades from China? Have they arrived?"
Whether Malashenko has heard about this, it may be that a group of Chinese comrades from the Northeast Anti-Resistance Alliance will come with intelligence to assist in the operation.
And at the initial moment before the attack is launched, they will return to the northeast in advance to open up a path for the leading army to guide the attack and disrupt the Moon Army's response assembly.
Those anti-alliance comrades who understand the Kwantung Army and are more familiar with their homeland will be a rare help to lead the army in the south east.
Malashenko has always paid close attention to that matter. Due to his past life, he has an inseparable feeling for those comrades who resisted the alliance.
After blurting out the words "Invite me quickly" to Comrade Political Commissar, did you immediately stand up to greet him in person?
The meeting place was not in the reception room on the first floor of the military headquarters, but outside the military commander's office in a single room on the top floor. Malashenko believed that there was nothing wrong with such courtesy, not to mention that it was appropriate and appropriate.
When Comrade Political Commissar personally brought the person over a moment later, looking at the young face in front of him wearing the uniform of a Red Army lieutenant, Malashenko, who was well aware of the arduous history of the Northeast Anti-Japanese War, could not help but feel impressed by the man in front of him, although it was the first time he met him.
Comrades who are still very friendly to him are labeled as "young and promising".
What Malashenko didn't expect was that the other party's reaction was even worse than his own request.
With a look of excitement on his face, the first reaction of the "Legendary Tank Hero of the Red Army" whom he met for the first time was "He is really so young."
"Reporting to Comrade Commander! Chen Weiguo, commander of the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 88th Independent Infantry Brigade of the Far East Red Flag, is reporting to you. I wish you good health!"
"Okay! Okay! You are young and promising, and you are a talented person. You must be one of the elites of the Chinese Anti-Moon War!"
"Come on, let's go that way."
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Malashenko felt that there should be no problem with his warm smile and cordial answers, but Comrade Chen Weiguo, who had a bright smile just now, now looked astonished for some reason.
"Comrade Commander, how is your Chinese?"
"Oh? His Chinese?"
Upon hearing Chen Weiguo's words, Malashenko realized that he was already speaking fluent Mandarin. Chen Weiguo, who was speaking fluent Russian when he greeted him, was immediately confused.
Not even thinking about it.
Probably no one would have thought that Comrade Malashenko, a well-known legendary tank hero in the Soviet Union, a steel butcher who terrified the Nazis, a three-time winner of the Hero of the Soviet Union award, and the current lieutenant general of the leading army.
He can actually speak fluent Chinese with just one mouthful, making people think he is a fellow from the Northeast.
How can it not surprise people who have met him for the first time and have heard his name in legends in the past?
Realizing the problem, Malashenko immediately smiled calmly and continued to speak while maintaining the same smile as before.
"Did you surprise me? You can get used to it slowly as you are from Meiji. From now on, just use Chinese when you shut up with him. They have a lot of things to talk about."
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Before Chen Weiguo, whose deep sense of surprise had not completely subsided, could speak, the political commissar who led the people in had already left with a smile.
"Let's chat. He's going to go do his own thing first. If you need anything, just call him."
Even what Comrade Political Commissar said before leaving was not in fluent Chinese that was appropriate for the time.
When Comrade Political Commissar closed the door and left, Chen Weiguo finally sat down on the single sofa next to him, without having time to say anything on his own initiative.
Malashenko, who went straight to the point, spoke first again while maintaining a smile.