Chapter 1935 You are the face of the motherland

Malashenko's M43 tank soldier major general's uniform was crumpled like a ball of toilet paper after wiping his buttocks. When Malashenko pulled it out of his luggage bag, it looked so wrinkled. Comrade Malokov couldn't bear to look at it. ReadМ

"Oh! It's a little wrinkled, but it's still a new dress! I haven't worn it once since I got it. I can put it on the hanger tomorrow morning. Fortunately, Comrade Political Commissar prepared some for me. "

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After hearing this, Malokov was willing to believe that Malashenko was joking with him, but the expression on the other person's face did not mean it. It was obvious that he was serious. I also had to emphasize some things to Malashenko that didn’t even need to be said.

"You can't wear this to the ceremony tomorrow, look what it's become."

"What does it look like?"

Malashenko didn't come back to his senses for a while. He stared at Malokov with his eyes wide open to make sure that the brother was not joking with him. Then he turned his head and continued to look at the major general's uniform spread between his hands, and blurted out questioning words without noticing anything wrong with it.

"What's wrong with this clothes? I haven't worn it even once. It's pretty good. It's much better than the patched combat uniform I wore on the front line. These are new clothes, why can't I wear them anymore?"

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Malokov once again confirmed through eye contact that Malashenko was not joking with him or pretending to be stupid. This guy was really too stupid to understand what he meant. Who knows how his brain, which was extremely smart on the battlefield, turned into this look now.

If we were in the 21st century and there was a smartphone that could send emoticons, Malokov would definitely send a full-junior version of "What the hell did Comrade General become like this!?".

"Look at how wrinkled those clothes are! You will go on stage to participate in the award ceremony tomorrow. You will represent the face of the motherland. You will be photographed as publicity materials and will be recorded in history in the future! Is it possible that you want to keep it for a few years? Later, the primary school students pointed to the photo in class and asked the teacher: "Why does the great hero General Malashenko wear clothes that look like a beggar?"

"Oh, don't talk about the children. If such photos are circulated, the Americans and the British will laugh at us because we are so poor that even the uniforms of the heroes of the motherland are old goods found in the warehouse and improvised. This is a disgrace to the motherland. , Now you should understand why you can’t wear it tomorrow, right?”

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Malashenko did understand what Malokov wanted to express, but the expression on his face was a little strange.

"It's a pity. These clothes are so good and they are still new. Hey, I'd better keep them for home wear later. If no one sees it, I won't embarrass the motherland. I haven't bought a few new ones since the war started. Clothes, it would be a shame to throw them away."

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With a dark look on his face, Malokov could no longer think of what words he should say next. Malashenko was so outrageous that he went home to his mother: it was so outrageous.

In the end, Malokov could only leave the tank soldier major general's uniform that he brought with him. Before leaving, he once again told Malashenko to remember to wear this uniform tomorrow, so as not to rub it into rubbish. The set of butt paper.

Malashenko also agreed well and coped with it. Suddenly, it was time for the award ceremony to start early the next morning.

The ceremony was held not indoors but outdoors, at the Kubinka Proving Ground where Malashenko and his trainees spent half a month together for many days in a row.

In order to make the award ceremony more ceremonial, the dozen IS2 heavy tanks that had been used for trial driving and simulated confrontation were driven to the designated position early in the morning and lined up in a row, with their strong and majestic main guns raised high. , the black muzzle pointed diagonally at the sky.

And right in front of the IS2 heavy tanks lined up in small groups, gathered together in groups, are British and American officers who are all wearing their uniforms and medals in place, and their faces are filled with joy. , and the Red Army tank soldiers who participated in this operation, some small talk before the award ceremony began is naturally inevitable.

"Oh, Henderson, you have more medals than Jack! Did you secretly find a small French workshop to forge a few for you?"

"Son of the beach! Can you say something nice with your foul mouth? If you make fun of honor again, I'll beat you up!"

"In addition to quarreling, they were also quarreling. Hey, look at my dress. I hired a French tailor to iron it for me before I left for Russia. His workmanship is first-rate!"

Naturally, it was not only the British and American Allied Forces who got together to chat, but all of them spoke fluent English. The Red Army tank soldiers who had become familiar with these British and American Allied Forces cadets in the past few days were naturally involved.

"Hey, brother! I heard that General Malashenko will personally award us the award today. Is this true? What will the award be? I can't wait to know in advance."

The U.S. Army lieutenant colonel who was the first to speak asked this question. Upon hearing this, the British and American officers who were still chatting awkwardly around him also turned around and cast their gazes in this direction. It seemed that everyone was quite interested in today's prize. interest.

But unfortunately, all that was left to them was the words of the Red Army Tank Corps Lieutenant Colonel who was asked this question and shook his head slowly.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm just a lieutenant colonel like you. How could I know about the generals? I also heard that General Malashenko might give us an award, but that's just I just heard about it, I don’t know more details than you, and I don’t even know what the prize is.”

"Oh, well, that's really sad news."

The U.S. Army lieutenant colonel, who had a smile on his face just now, shrugged sadly, but he never thought that at this moment, the real person they talked about in the conversation had followed closely.

"Look, look over there! It's General Malashenko, he's already here."

After working together for many days, most of the British and American officers who were still dissatisfied, contemptuous and even contemptuous of Malashenko have changed their minds. They thought that this guy became a general at such a young age and it was definitely a back door or a trustworthy relationship. manner.

Not only did he get to know Malashenko again, but he also recognized and admired him. There is no doubt that Malashenko used his own strength to conquer this group of British and American officers who were originally unruly and with their nostrils turned upward. Even Charleson, who was a major general, also spoke highly of Malashenko and described it this way in a telegram sent to Europe to Montgomery.

"No matter what, I think after experiencing this short period of half a month, there is only one thing that I can be sure of. We should really be glad that this Malashenko is not a German, but a Soviet, and he is not a German. It would be an "unimaginable" disaster for him to be an enemy of such an armored commander, I am convinced of this, and I believe the Germans will agree with this statement."

"But given time, if the two different civilizational systems between us really come to that day, standing on the opposite side of this man is definitely not good news for us. I have a premonition, a very strong premonition , There are too many things hidden in this man, and the future of the Soviet Red Army will surely cause an unimaginable change. "