Chapter 1583 Strange Visitor

"Is there anything I should pay attention to after meeting Morozov?"

"There is nothing for you to pay attention to. On the contrary, he needs to pay attention to his words and deeds. After all, you are now a great hero of the motherland. He, Morozov, is not qualified to point fingers at you or treat you poorly.

"There are things that really need attention. Since the Battle of Kursk, he has been weighed down by various responsibilities and burdens that are almost breathless. Compared with before, he now seems a little weirder and occasionally loses his temper. , and his tolerance for mistakes is much lower than before, but I don’t think this has much to do with you, but the people under him are often unlucky and get scolded.”

"It doesn't matter much? Are you sure? What if I get scolded too?"

"Oh, just because he has a weird personality doesn't mean he has lost his mind. He also knows who he is, and he also knows who you are. Just feel free to do whatever you want."

Looking out the car window at the scenery that kept flashing by like a slideshow, Malashenko can still recall what Kotin and himself said.

What state will Morozov be in now?

Crazy? Stupid and a little smoky? Or is it a little bit of both?

Maybe, anyway, I can't figure out the reason by just guessing now. It's better to say that the truth will be revealed after I actually see Morozov.

"Dealing with him will never be more difficult than dealing with a German. Kogin is right. We'll see him first."

He was there to help Morozov, so looking at it this way, there didn't seem to be much reason to be worried.

If you refuse even those who have good intentions to help, then this person probably really has something wrong with his mind.

With such an uneasy feeling, he finally got off the train and arrived at the terminal. Malashenko, who was not used to traveling with his entourage, kept wandering around alone like this. Many people found it strange when they saw it. Although Malashenko Rashenko himself does not care about this.

The Second Design Bureau led by Morozov is not too far away from the First Design Bureau led by Kotin, and they are both in the Nizhny Tagil region.

When the Germans came over and the front lines evacuated to the rear, Comrade Stalin personally ordered the withdrawal of Kotin and Morozov's respective teams here. Maybe it's because they can be closer to each other to facilitate cooperation, or maybe it's because they can feel the pressure of competition close at hand so that they can turn it into motivation to move forward. I can't say exactly what the reason is.

But for now, the reasons why these things were put aside today are obviously not important. What is important is the results and impact of what Malashenko is about to do. This is the focus of the problem.

Kotin once suggested to Malashenko that Morozov should be notified before departure, so that Morozov could send someone to pick him up at the station to avoid him running around in unfamiliar places and looking for the wrong person. Location.

However, Malashenko rejected Kotin's proposal. The reason was that Comrade Ma wanted to quietly see what Morozov was planning. It can be said to be a surprise or an accident. In short, Morozov The husband was indeed unaware of Malashenko's arrival.

And now, Malashenko, who had just gotten off the train, was standing alone on the platform, carrying his suitcase in his left hand and holding the map he obtained from Kotin in his right hand, which clearly marked the destination to Morozov. What route to take there.

However, the maps of this year are far less useful than the maps taken by satellites in later generations. Even though Malashenko is used to seeing frontline maps and has a high recognition ability, it is his first time to see these twists and turns and crisscrosses. The city map still confused Comrade Ma.

He held it in his hand and stared at it for a long time. From time to time he raised his head and tried to determine the landmark based on the tall buildings within his sight. Malashenko stood on the platform like a fool and looked around, holding the map in his hand. I don't quite understand.

"Damn, maps these days are so damn hard to use! Isn't it better to take out your phone and look at the satellite navigation map than this? Damn it!"

Malashenko, who was mumbling curses, didn't even notice that he had attracted other people's attention.

After all, this is war time. An outsider who does not belong here is carrying a suitcase and holding a map on the platform and looking here and there. This will inevitably arouse some common sense suspicions.

It's just that Malashenko wore a coat over the uniform of a tank corps major general, and also wore a large-brimmed military cap on his head. The tall man of about 1.9 meters swung his arms here, so he really didn't look like a spy saboteur.

"Comrade General, I am the platform inspector here. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Um?"

The crowd around him was bustling and Malashenko was still engrossed in the scene. He didn't notice that one of the many footsteps was coming towards him.

It wasn't until Malashenko turned around following the direction of the sound that he discovered that a young lieutenant who was a whole head shorter than himself was looking up at him.

"Oh, it's General Malashenko! It's you! I didn't expect to meet you here, Comrade General!"

Many people have this reaction when they see their own face for the first time. Malashenko has long been accustomed to this and it is not surprising.

My current popularity in the Soviet Union is probably not much worse than that of some of the biggest stars in later generations. The frequent Pravda newspaper is talking about me.

"Hello, Comrade Second Lieutenant. I would like to know how to meet Comrade Morozov. His Second Design Bureau is nearby. Can you help me?"

As he spoke, he pointed at the map and asked questions to the second lieutenant in front of him. Of course, Malashenko knew that it would be great to have a local who was familiar with the route and terrain to help him, so he did not intend to let go of this opportunity. .

The young second lieutenant, who was obviously still immersed in the surprise of meeting Malashenko for the first time, looked like a star-chaser who had seen his idol in person in later generations. It took him a while to come to his senses when faced with the questions Malashenko raised. .

"Of course, of course, Comrade General."

"I know the way to Morozov's Second Design Bureau, please come with me. I'll drive you there. You can get there in less than ten minutes after leaving the station."

With the help of the enthusiastic second lieutenant, Malashenko, who didn't even have to carry his luggage, was at ease. He followed the second lieutenant all the way out of the station and took a seat in the Gas Jeep.

"You are a celebrity of the motherland, Comrade General, and a great hero."

"My son admires you very much. He always tells me, "Dad, when I grow up, I want to be like General Malashenko and drive a majestic tank to defend the motherland." Ha, these roaring diesel war machines , always makes men excited, even little boys are no exception!”