"Captain Varosha, you have completed your mission very well, which fully demonstrates the spirit of our Red Army soldiers who are not afraid of sacrifice and fight bravely. I will personally report this situation to the front army headquarters."
The principle of carrying people in a sedan chair is applicable anywhere in the world, even for a nation that is outspoken and single-minded fighting nation.
Captain Varosha was a little confused when he came up and was praised by Malashenko. Of course, he was so happy that he was confused.
He never thought that his battlefield performance could be reported directly to the Front Army Headquarters. What a great honor it would be! But then he thought that the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade led by Malashenko was a unit directly under the Front Army Headquarters.
I no longer felt it was strange, but immediately felt relieved.
"Thank you! Brigadier Malashenko! But I think this is still under your command. I just acted according to your order, that's all."
Haha, this guy is quite smart! I didn’t see it.
Unexpectedly, Malashenko, who had a very high emotional intelligence for Captain Varosha, grinned. He immediately stepped forward and put his arms around Captain Varosha's shoulders and began to call him brothers. The two brothers were getting better. If they didn't know that rough and heroic look in advance, who would
It can also be seen that this is a Colonel Guards Brigade Commander wearing the title of Hero of the Soviet Union.
Malashenko, who yelled and laughed with Captain Varosha for a while, then turned his attention to the bearded sniper beside him.
The bearded sniper, who had been put to the test by Malashenko for two minutes, just stood there motionless, not interrupting or making any other unnecessary movements, standing in his field like an honest farmer.
, guarding the one-third of an acre of land passed down by his ancestors and living a peaceful life, it is really incompatible with the rumored ferocious city hunter.
"I heard that you have a very powerful sniper under your command, Captain Varosha. If I guess correctly, is it this old comrade?"
Malashenko kept his posture very low, and even used the highest honorific title for the bearded man. Upon hearing this, Captain Varosha immediately nodded vigorously with a bright smile on his face, and responded.
road.
"Yes, everyone is accustomed to calling him a city hunter, because his father and grandfather are old hunters living in Siberia, and he is already the third generation. Boris can lay out various traps and master them very accurately.
His shooting skills are the best in our company, and even his sniper rifle was specially awarded to him by Comrade Commander."
Boris, who put his hands into his sleeves, remained there motionless, just keeping his eyes looking straight, looking at Malashenko with an inexplicable look that he was looking at, until
Caught in the middle, Captain Varosha finally realized that something was wrong with the situation and was the first to interrupt the calm.
"What are you doing standing still? Boris! This is the hero of the Soviet Union, Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade. Even the Germans in Stalingrad know his name. Why don't you salute quickly?!"
Malashenko's deeds of winning the Hero of the Soviet Union award have been publicized in Stalingrad as positive material, so that the soldiers can truly feel that the Soviet heroes are fighting beside them and that they are fighting bravely with the Soviet heroes.
Kill the enemy.
Based on Malashenko's reputation, this is obviously an effective way to mobilize the morale of the troops. The actual results gained after the deeds are publicized also satisfy the political comrades at all levels of the army. Malashenko
The evaluation in the hearts of the majority of Red Army commanders and soldiers has been raised to a higher level, but it does not seem to work well for the bearded Boris.
"You should keep a lower profile, Brigadier Malashenko. When I stole German sentries to capture prisoners, I heard them talk about your name. They called you the "Steel Butcher". All the Germans in the city
I know you. Although you make them afraid, you should actually keep a low profile. Seasoned hunters will target you, just like I targeted those high-ranking German officials."
"Oh, damn! Boris, you old fool, what are you talking about to Comrade Brigade Commander..."
"etc!"
Captain Varosha, who had a look of shock and annoyance on his face, had not finished speaking. Malashenko, who had not taken what Captain Varosha said to his heart at all, suddenly noticed a different detail.
"You said you went to steal the German sentries and capture prisoners? You did it by yourself? Is that true?"
Malashenko looked in disbelief, but Boris himself downplayed it as if he was talking about a common thing.
"this is very simple....."
"Wolves are very wary of intruders approaching their territory and will take the initiative to check. The same goes for Germans, who are no different from wolves. As long as I use this to set up a trap, I can knock out the Germans alive with a stick.
return......"......
"It seems that what this guy said makes sense, it's not like he's deliberately showing off..."
Seeing that Malashenko was once again embarrassed, he seemed to have no intention of talking for a while.
Captain Varosha, who was caught in the middle, felt that he needed to play a role to resolve the embarrassment, and then spoke to Malashenko again.
"Brigadier Malashenko, Boris speaks like this. Almost all the snipers of other friendly forces are completely offended by his eccentric character. Those who praise him call him "city hunter", but those who hate him call him "city hunter".
He's called "The Bearded Freak," don't take it to heart, he's really like that, and his mouth has always been like this."
Captain Varosha was busy trying to protect his subordinates by putting in good words and explaining things to his men, but as the master of the incident, the bearded Boris was still carefree, showing no sign of the seriousness of a soldier.
"Well, I don't care about this at all, Captain Varosha. How can I blame Boris, a good old comrade like him? I just want to know that only half of the man lying in the pit over there is left.
Major Kraut, was he the one who killed him?"
What Malashenko didn't expect was that as soon as he spoke his words, Boris over there suddenly became energetic like a fully charged Pikachu.
"Yes, yes! I killed that German guy. I shot him in the head on the roof. I could see that half of his head was blown off by me. He must have died on the spot.
If you fall into that pit, there will be no mistakes."
Malashenko, who was almost startled by this surprise, looked at Boris with a change in his eyes.
Based on the situation in front of him, Malashenko can probably guess that this Boris seems to like others to praise his brilliant results and advantages, especially the real results and advantages that are right in front of him and can be seen at any time.