Considered from the perspective of a leader and an outstanding politician, Stalin's ideas can also be said to be very correct.
No matter which starting point you consider, matters in the strategic rear are far less important than the battle on the front line.
If there is a delay in tank design, we can hurry up and make up for it with selfless dedication and overtime work under the banner of communism.
It doesn't matter if the recruits have little combat experience. The death of one person, 10 people, 100 or even thousands of people may break up countless families and make the whole country sad. But when the number of zeros after the number of victims reaches a certain level, this
It's just a number.
If the battle on the front is lost, no matter how well-managed the rear area is, it will fall into the hands of the enemy, and no matter how high-quality the recruits are, they will not be able to reverse the overall strategic defeat.
The crimson Soviet Union will be completely submerged by the endless black countercurrent, the red star of the Kremolin Palace will collapse into the annihilating dust, and all the efforts and sacrifices made before will be completely in vain.
As long as it was for the battle on the front line, Stalin could even send the fighter aviation units that defended the skies of the capital Moscow onto the battlefield with a wave of his hand, putting his own safety at risk from the German air strikes that might arrive at any time.
As a wartime leader, Stalin had the power to decide the life and death of all soldiers.
Including Malashenko, who fought bloody battles on the front line, wallowing among the piles of German corpses and steel wreckage, and also included himself, who was honored as Marshal by Churchill, the founder of German trumpet.
"Malashenko should and must stay on the front line and continue to fight. This is my final answer, Zhukov."
The answers and detailed explanations given by Stalin were impeccable. Zhukov's eloquence was far from being as eloquent as his loving father. What's more, every sentence and word Stalin said was completely useless.
Disputable truth facts.
Zhukov, who looked a little lonely, forced himself to show a look of approval and nodded slightly, then sorted out his briefcase, maps and documents and prepared to turn around and leave. The whole process did not say another word to Stalin, which seemed inexplicably awkward.
Stalin, who personally promoted Zhukov to his current position, certainly knew that Zhukov would only reach his current state when he was dissatisfied but found it inconvenient to express his anger, or could not think of any reason or refutation to express his anger.
Stalin, who choked Zhukov half to death after speaking a few words, nodded with satisfaction. To be honest, the loving comrade really enjoyed the feeling that everything was as expected.
"You have never valued the promotion of a young man so much, Zhukov. When you have time in the future, why not talk to me about the reasons and stories that only you know. We can sit down and chat while eating."
Zhukov stopped his movements and looked at his loving comrade with a look of surprise and confusion.
I saw Stalin reaching out from his desk drawer and taking out a brand new piece of letter paper. He picked up the pen and scribbled a line of handwritten characters on it. The content written on the handwritten order made Zhukov who took the letter paper stunned
Some were unexpected.
"I have ordered a compilation and summary of the combat deeds of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment in Stalingrad. They will soon be copied to all front army headquarters and lower-level units for study. The Red Army needs more Guards
Only the first heavy tank breakthrough regiment can win the victory in this Great Patriotic War."
"Heroes deserve more awards and honors, whether they are troops or individuals."
"Put the reorganized 1st Guards Tank Brigade into the forefront of the upcoming strategic counterattack, let those Germans taste the taste of the war of annihilation, and let the continued heroic stories inspire more people. Doing this is what you do
What needs to be done, Zhukov."
While looking at the handwritten orders in front of him and listening to his loving father's voice of instruction, Zhukov, who had no intention of meddling, never thought that he could win such a good thing for Malashenko.
Although the original purpose of his trip was not achieved, the result was not bad.
"I understand, Comrade Stalin, I will arrange all this and give you a satisfactory result."
Stalin, who had already picked up his pen and started correcting other documents, did not raise his head to look directly at Zhukov, but the words that needed to be said continued to blurt out.
"If I remember correctly, will you be returning to Stalingrad soon?"
"That's right, Comrade Stalin, I am handing over some work in my hands to Comrade Vasilevsky and plan to leave soon."
Zhukov, who was recalled to Moscow to report on his duties, has been there for a long time. He has cooperated happily with Chief of General Staff Vasilevsky at the General Staff Headquarters and handled many major macro-strategic matters together. Now he is returning to the front line for field inspections.
, when we are fully prepared for the upcoming strategic counterattack.
"Well, remember to prepare your medal. Pravda's reporters will fly with you."
Staying with the Supreme Leader for a long time is like being with a king like a tiger, but one of the benefits that comes with it is that as long as Stalin said it casually, without having to say it clearly, Zhukov could instantly realize what the loving comrade meant.
The day finally came to an end on October 14. Malashenko, who had been struggling in death and blood for a day, finally found temporary peace in the night shrouded in the smoke of war.
The German offensive momentum was temporarily curbed, but it still maintained a strong offensive energy. More than 2,000 people died in one day. For Paulus, who mobilized a huge force of 5 infantry divisions and 2 armored divisions, it was still not enough.
Within the acceptable range.
Tomorrow's battle may be more intense, but Malashenko, who is sitting on the pile of German corpses next to the death pit, is no longer in the mood to think about it.
Malashenko, whose hands were sore from digging the hole for the German corpse, put the shovel within his reach. The cigarette holders in his hand were smoked one after another, and the cigarette holders were all red and bloodshot.
Until now, I still can’t figure out why I got promoted in a daze.
"Damn, this is so nonsense. The troops were all wiped out before they even thought of transferring me. Why the hell did they go there already after so many people died? Damn!"
The German corpses under the buttocks had long been cold and even stiff. What Malashenko didn't understand the most was why at this juncture when the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was almost wiped out, he was suddenly ordered to withdraw and return.
Need to get an officer and upgrade.
If there had been this order and plan, why not execute it earlier?
If it had been earlier, maybe Nikolai wouldn't have had to die to save himself, and maybe many people in the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment would have survived, without having to lose their lives in this damned city that greatly limited the power of tanks.
Malashenko, who thinks about things based on personal emotions, doesn't know that Comrade Lao Zhu spent a lot of effort to get this promotion order, and almost lost his mouth at the right time to win it for him.