Chapter 1561 Return to the City of Tanks

"Comrade General, Comrade General?"

"Comrade General, wake up! We are here.

"Um?"

Called by the familiar-sounding voice of the Secretary-General in the front row, the sleepy Malashenko finally woke up from his half-asleep state by staring at his sleepy eyes. .

"Well are we here yet? Where is Kogin?"

Since the start of the battle against Cherkasy, Malashenko has not slept well a day, either in the battle to eliminate the German sticks, or on the way to eliminate the German sticks.

After such a continuous attrition battle, even a super strong man like Malashenko, who is more than 1.9 meters tall and is not suitable for being a tank soldier, can't stand it. The lost meat and consumed fat can satisfy the feeling of hunger through a super full meal, but the lack of energy in the whole body will not be eliminated for a while.

If we take Comrade Ma's own words as his own words, he should sleep in bed for three fucking days and three nights without getting out of bed for a walk. It's a pity that we don't have such an opportunity.

With the title and halo of the Red Army tank hero on his head, enjoying the glory and the incomparable respect of others and the equivalent of good treatment, Malashenko has to make efforts worthy of all this. , shoulder the responsibility.

There is no such thing as a free lunch or unexplained blessing. Malashenko knows this very well. He knows that what he is doing now is a task that must be completed within the scope of his responsibilities. Because of this, he will not have any mistakes. of complaints.

"Not yet, Comrade General. The car has to stop here. Beyond that is the area where vehicles are prohibited from entering. Wartime regulations must be strictly enforced. I hope you can understand."

"Huh? The agency area doesn't allow cars to enter? Then why did I remember that the parking lot was under the parking lot last time? I can't control that much anymore. Anyway, it won't be a big deal."

Malashenko, who had no time to think about these minutiae, still felt a slight headache. Malashenko knew that this was one of the sequelae of long-term lack of sleep. The situation has become more and more serious in the past two days. After taking a nap and suddenly waking up, I feel a terrible headache. It seems that I have to find Ke Jing to get a good bed tonight and have a good fucking sleep.

Under the leadership of the Secretary-General, Malashenko got out of the car and followed with his suitcase. He walked on the last section of the road that required walking and scanned the surrounding scenery.

Seeing Malashenko's poor mental state, Kotin's secretary-general originally planned to help Malashenko carry his luggage.

But Malashenko, who was still not used to being served by others, refused. Malashenko knew exactly what was in his suitcase. It was all weightless things. Together they may not be as heavy as the cowhide suitcase itself.

It is true that he is low on energy and a little confused now, but if he can't even lift this weight and needs help from others, Malashenko thinks that would be too low, right? After all, he was the number one person on the front who killed the Germans until his scalp went numb and was frightened when he heard his name. He couldn't act like a sissy and ask others to do such a small thing for him.

"This place seems a little different from the last time I came here. There are a lot fewer people on the road. It doesn't seem as bustling and "lively" as before."

This is not the first time Malashenko has come to this city of tanks under Kogin, and he still remembers what it was like the last time he came here.

At that time, Nizhny Tagil was truly a city of tanks. Just by walking around the city twice, I could hear the roar of heavy forging and smelting machines in the tank factory and see the smelting machines that smelted tank armor. Thick black smoke emanated from the steel mill far away.

If the Red Army tank force has a heart, then the first and second tank design bureaus led by Kotin and Morozov respectively, as well as the city of Nizhny Tagil where the subordinate production institutions of the second bureau are located, are this heart.

It is the fresh blood continuously pumped from here that enriches the powerful steel giant of the Red Army tank force. Let the Red Army tank giants recover quickly from the wounds they suffered while fighting the invaders, and constantly arm themselves with more powerful and more new armors and swords. Each time they fight the invaders again, they will become more ferocious and deadly. , efficient and ruthless.

Until one day, a sword will pierce the opponent's evil heart filled with filthy blood, and completely kill this cruel and arrogant enemy.

"That's what you mean. Indeed, the situation is very different now compared to the last time you came here."

Malashenko, who was carrying a suitcase and walking on the sidewalk, did not interrupt, because just by looking at his expression, he knew that the secretary-general had not finished speaking, and he would definitely have something more to say next.

"Leningrad has been recovered. Our superiors have instructed our bureau to quickly restart the Kirov factory, rebuild this important tank factory, and restore its production capacity to supply the needs of the Red Army as quickly as possible. This task is presided over by Comrade Kotin, who is also responsible for The reason why I’ve been so busy lately.”

"To tell you the truth, Comrade General, Comrade Kotin also hasn't had a good night's sleep for almost a week. During the day, he has to focus on production and design, and at night, he has meetings one after another to discuss restarting Kirov with his comrades. He only sleeps for three or four hours almost every day, and I am really worried about his health.”

Um? Is the Kirov factory going to be rebuilt?

The secretary-general's inadvertent revelation of this news instantly brought Comrade Ma back to the hungry winter of 1941: a time when everyone was looking forward to seeing someone on the ice of the frozen Ladoga Lake every day. The hungry winter, when more food was delivered from the outside world, was also the period of intense hunger Malashenko had ever experienced in his life.

At the worst point, he couldn't even eat enough every day. Malashenko still remembers the taste of rat meat stewed with potatoes for probably the only time in his life. The thin soup floated in the water, which was almost boiled potato pieces and rat meat. This kind of food that makes people feel sick just thinking about it now seemed to be better than all the delicacies in the world at that time.

"More than two years have passed in a flash, and I still remember the scenes during the battle in Leningrad."

"It was a cold winter when even the soldiers couldn't eat enough, and their heads were spinning with hunger as they fought the enemy to the end. People starved to death could be seen everywhere in the ruins of Leningrad and on the streets. But we finally made it through. , the German blockade and offensive failed to overwhelm us, I will never forget this experience in my life.”