Compared to Colonel Kironov's eloquence, the other Red Army lieutenant colonel on the left side of the simple and mottled conference table looked much plainer. The calm expression on his face did not look like he was about to fight at all.
, to be precise, it’s more like being dissatisfied because of something unsatisfactory.
"Comrade Colonel, I respect your decision and intend to obey the order, but please allow me to interject. Everyone here should know that the main force of this attack is the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment assigned by superiors.
I heard that this is an elite unit directly under the front level, and its leader is the Red Army tank hero Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, who has been spreading fires in and outside Moscow these days."
"But even for such an important pre-war meeting and the main attack task, the arrogant Comrade Malashenko did not come to participate. I have to wonder whether Comrade Malashenko has a bureaucratic style. Of course, I do not rule out that this is
It is possible that he deliberately neglected his duties by not coming to the pre-war meeting, and it is not necessarily that he is currently picking treasures among the captured Kraut garbage."
Hearing the words spoken by the lieutenant colonel next to him, who was very familiar to him, Colonel Kironov frowned and was obviously very dissatisfied with this.
"Comrade Andrei, don't talk about this at the pre-war meeting..."
"Andre! You'd better shut your stinky mouth! Otherwise I don't mind letting him know how to talk!"
Before Colonel Kironov could finish his words, another Red Army colonel, who was sitting opposite Lieutenant Colonel Andrei as the opposite of him across the table, suddenly banged the table with a loud noise and shouted angrily at each other.
"When you were in Siberia, you were the number one thorn in the entire military region. Apart from snitching and slandering your colleagues, you didn't do anything good! But it was a period of peace preparations, so forget it. I don't care about that with you.
!But now you are on the front line in Moscow defending the capital of the motherland and you are still playing your little tricks!"
"Comrade Malashenko is a tank hero who has been inspected by Comrade Stalin and approved by General Zhukov. You cannot slander him with your nonsense! The war is about to begin. Those Germans are preparing to fight on the opposite side a few kilometers away. Comrade Malashenko
There must be his reasons for not being able to attend the meeting, you'd better not continue to make assumptions based on your imagination!"
The sudden rise of the tower-like colonel commander who was over 1.9 meters tall really startled Andre, who was caught off guard. However, the brief shock and slight surprise that appeared in his eyes were quickly forcibly covered up, like a taunt, but it was
Some unpredictable words blurted out right after.
"Comrade Popov, leaving aside whether my guesses and inferences are accurate, don't you think it is very inappropriate for Comrade Malashenko not to attend such an important pre-war meeting?"
"He doesn't come to express his views and opinions, nor does he bring his combat deployment and preparations. We have no way of knowing the main direction of his planned attack. How can we cooperate with his heavy tank troops? We need to know him
But we have the only tank unit here. Without him, we have lost the main offensive force. If you are still willing to speak for him under such circumstances, then I will not be unable to remain silent."
His lungs were about to burst from the glib talk from Andre's mouth. Mr. Popov, who was obviously a bad-tempered man and not very good at talking, immediately slammed the table again with all his strength.
"Damn it, Andre, you slick-talking Chita ghost! I...I...I will...right now..."
"Now? What now? My dear Comrade Popov, do you want to beat me up here to seek justice for Comrade Malashenko? Or simply remove me from my position and let me go back to Siberia to dig potatoes?"
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"Glib-tongued bastard! Do you think I dare not!?"
"enough!"
Before Colonel Popov, who was rolling up his sleeves and chest heaving violently, could take any actual action, Colonel Kironov, whose brows were about to twist into knots, finally slammed his fist on the table and forcibly stopped the upcoming full-scale military exercise.
"Andrei, Popov! You are all senior commanders and fighters of the Red Army, not those hot-blooded young men who drank too much vodka! If you are still alive after this battle, you can go to a duel in the snow and fight to death.
I will tell my guards to dig a hole and bury them together. If we die together, we will bury you together! But now I want you to sit down and have a meeting quietly. What will happen if you continue like this!?"
The ancient Chinese have a profound saying, which is that a veteran is worth two, and Colonel Kironov, who is nearly fifty years old, is playing such a role at this moment.
Although the three top military officers present were all holding the position of division commander, Andre was especially the lieutenant colonel, who had become a military officer from political work halfway and had the lowest rank as division commander and was the youngest.
However, Colonel Kironov, who went to the front line to command the battle during the Finnish Campaign, is undoubtedly a highly qualified veteran. The illustrious military exploits hanging on his chest in the form of medals are his bravery and dedication to the country.
The most perfect embodiment of.
Colonel Kironov, who always acted impartially and did not favor any party, would have to be criticized even by someone with a political background like Lieutenant Colonel Andrei. After all, if even Colonel Kironov dared to force him on the spot,
If he is criticized, Andre will undoubtedly become the target of public criticism at the meeting, and even the "good popularity" he has accumulated from his previous political work will not be able to help him.
Facing Colonel Kironov, he waved his hands helplessly with an indifferent expression. At best, he was just using the situation to make things difficult for Colonel Popov. There was no need for Andre to offend Colonel Kironov.
"I'm just stating the facts. At most, the words I use are a bit extreme, but I think it's much better than Colonel Popov's physical expression. Isn't that right? Comrade Kironov."
After hearing this, Colonel Popov clenched his fists and was about to get angry again. Colonel Kironov, realizing that he had to say something to end this time-wasting farce, immediately spoke again in a deep voice.
"Captain Malashenko has sent someone to notify him in advance. His troops suffered some losses in the attack just now. The new anti-tank guns equipped by the Germans have caused them a lot of trouble! Urgent analysis and discussion are needed.
Countermeasures! This topic ends here. Andrei, there is a good reason for Captain Malashenko not to come. Don’t continue to make an issue on this topic!"
The final announcement forcibly put an end to Andre's excuses and accusations. Just as Andre's face returned to seriousness and Popov sat back in his chair, they were about to restart the meeting under the leadership of Colonel Kironov.
, a sudden one-armed figure appeared in front of everyone accompanied by the wind and snow that opened the tent curtain.
"I'm sorry that I'm late, comrades, I hope your combat meeting hasn't ended yet."