Chapter 1233 No one likes corn

"After the war, I will go home and get married, and then say goodbye to these guns, tanks and other junk! Even if I go back to do some handyman work, I don't want to get involved in this mess anymore, who cares? Whether the mother is in the military or in politics has nothing to do with me. I will just go home and spend the rest of my life on the bed with my wife and children!"

It may sound a bit unambitious, or even a bit useless.

But Malashenko, who had had enough of seeing dead people every day, blood on his brains, and flying arms and legs, really didn't want to cause any more unnecessary trouble in the rest of his limited life.

Militarily, Malashenko is already tired. What will happen next, like the Prague Spring and the Afghan War? As soon as the military rank is handed over and the military uniform is taken off, he says goodbye directly. He can't force himself to stay in the army and not be allowed to retire?

Politically, Malashenko is too lazy to dip into this muddy water and doesn't care much about it.

At most, military changes will accelerate the development of the war process. The Soviet Union will still win the Patriotic War, and Hitler's mustache will inevitably fail. It is nothing more than a matter of time and how many people will die.

But if variables are added to politics, Malashenko knows very well that this will most likely really change the pattern of the world in the future. No one can predict in advance that the world, which is not perfect but is still barely peaceful as a whole, will have unpredictable consequences. What will happen after the variables.

Will the outbreak of nuclear war lead to the start of World War III?

It sounds unlikely, even a bit ridiculous, but it is by no means impossible.

No matter what he said or what happened, Malashenko was already very tired now and really didn't want to arrange unnecessary things for his future life.

After the war is over, the world will continue to develop as it should. It has nothing to do with me, so let it go as it will.

I am me, I am Malashenko, Comrade Ma just wants to live a peaceful life, it’s that simple.

It is precisely because of this idea that I neither want nor feel the need to have any exchanges, and there is no need to follow the trend of Malashenko.

After seeing clearly that the man who got off the car was Corncob, he finally chose to grease his soles and sneak away without saying a word. It was best to disappear from the sight of Corncob before he noticed him. , this is best.

"Hey! Wait for me, Malashenko! At least say hello before you leave!"

Political Commissar Petrov, who had expected that Malashenko would at least come forward to meet him, was quite surprised. After all, he was a political commissar at the level of the front army, and his position was much higher than that of Malashenko.

It was somewhat unnatural to run away without even meeting each other for the first time. Political Commissar Petrov did not know the reason for Malashenko's unusual behavior. If Comrade Khrushchev knew about this situation, there would probably be no pleasure to talk about.

Because it was just after the meeting, many generals and their entourage came out one after another from the inland front headquarters.

Malashenko is actually not very noticeable among the bustling crowd, but there is a classic saying that "when you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you." Facts have proved that this sentence regardless of whether In the past, present, or future, it is always as true as it has been tried and tested.

"Who is that person? I don't think I have ever seen this Comrade Tank Corps Major General."

Maize Xiaofu, who has very good eyesight, recognized Malashenko's military branch and rank from a long distance.

Among all the people wearing general's coats under the First Ukrainian Front Army, Khrushchev, who thinks he has a good memory, can remember everyone's face. Although he may not be able to name everyone immediately, it is a bit exaggerated for his young age. To such an extent, he had never seen a guy wearing a general's coat, which aroused Khrushchev's curiosity.

There is naturally no shortage of people doing odd jobs around front-level political commissars. Of course, there is also no shortage of people rushing to show their courtesy, hoping that they will be able to "reach the heaven" and leave a good impression so that they can follow them to get some glory in the future.

"He is the division commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, Major General Malashenko, and Comrade Political Commissar."

"I heard that he had been recuperating in Moscow. Last time in the Battle of Prokhorovka, he was shot by a German and seriously injured by a shell. I didn't expect to be able to return to the front line so soon."

Hearing someone next to him give him the answer, the thoughtful Khrushchev nodded slowly first. The focus of his vision was still fixed on Malashenko, who was leaving quickly. He didn't say anything for a long time, but Standing motionless, just looking straight at him.

"Do you need to call him over? Comrade Political Commissar."

The old man who was eager to show his courtesy once again stepped forward and took the initiative to speak. Comrade Khrushchev seemed to be very interested in Major General Malashenko, but what was unexpected was that the answer that came later was completely different from this.

"No, this is not necessary. Comrade Commander is still waiting, let's go."

He peeked out of the corner of his eye to confirm the departure of Khrushchev and his party. Knowing that the corncob had been staring at him just now, Malashenko finally breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, this idiot didn't call me "I". past.

The reason why Malashenko avoids Khrushchev is because he really has no intention of getting involved in politics in the future, and he has no intention of climbing high in the military and becoming a marshal, so there is no need for him It's time to please this guy now, take the initiative to show courtesy and flattery.

Secondly, Malashenko really didn’t like Khrushchev’s huge humanoid self-propelled corn cob.

This guy's political behavior can be described as artificial, stupid, and a way of trying to fool people. He is good at showing off and bragging, but his ability to actually do practical things may not be that high. The most unforgettable "accomplishments" left to future generations during the period of power are nothing more than two: one: total rebellion against his loving father, and two: carrying out corn missionary work to the Soviet people.

Even in a game of the distant 21st century that features flowers, grass, vegetables and dried vegetables, the ultimate anti-zombie prop "Corn Cannon" was modeled on Comrade Khrushchev. The far-reaching influence of his "great achievements" can be seen A spot.

Corn and missiles are so powerful that they explode into a large area, just like the "Big Ivan" nuclear weapon in the game. The elements are quite complete and can even be said to be overloaded. All they have to do is change the launch base into the classic image of Comrade Khrushchev holding corn in his hand. The photo looks like it.

"Expect me to be your licking dog in the next life."

Malashenko, who shook his head, opened the door and returned to the car. Political Commissar Petrov, who got in the car closely behind him, saw that Malashenko looked calm and composed. He must have had his own thoughts and ideas, so he just let it go. I let it go and chose not to ask any more questions.