Chapter 1941

Seeing Zhukov again made Malashenko feel more cordial. Apart from Vatutin, Comrade Zhu can be said to have the best relationship and the deepest personal relationship with Malashenko. Of course, he is also the most kind to him. exist.

It is true that his initial fortune began with Rokossovsky's promotion to the front line, but to really say that he was put on the right track and started to climb up the ladder smoothly, it really had to be after Zhukov started to reuse him.

So when it comes to whom he is most grateful to, Malashenko can say without exaggeration that this person must be Comrade Lao Zhu.

If it weren't for Zhukov, I wouldn't be where I am today.

No matter what reasons Zhukov originally gave himself the opportunity and was willing to promote and reuse him, as far as today's results are concerned, these initial reasons are no longer important. As a result, he was able to achieve today's achievements. is the most important.

Seeing Zhukov approaching in front of him, Malashenko, who was already familiar with everything, certainly knew what to do at this moment.

After taking two strides forward, Malashenko stood at attention. Malashenko, who was an old acquaintance but could not be neglectful and unruly in public, saluted with a standard military salute. Lao Zhu.

"Comrade Marshal, Major General Malashenko, commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division under the Third Belarusian Front, is reporting to you. I wish you good health!"

After completing a set of standard procedures, he responded with a warm smile. Zhukov, who had also not seen Malashenko for a long time, glanced up and down at the familiar young man in front of him who he had single-handedly cultivated. He just spoke without comment. He smiled and nodded with satisfaction, then returned the same standard greeting and spoke with a smile.

"Remember how long it's been since we last met?"

Malashenko smiled and said that such a question was not unexpected.

"I can't remember exactly, Comrade Marshal, but it must have been a long time."

Looking at the pair of superiors and subordinates in front of him who could tell at a glance that they were old acquaintances, Jack always felt that the man whom Malashenko called the marshal looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember what this person was. Who it is and what its name is, I have no other choice but to ask Major General Charlieson nearby.

"Who is this marshal? I think Malashenko respects him very much. I have never seen him like this."

When he first heard Jack's question, he was a little surprised. For a moment, Major General Charlieson mistakenly thought that there was something wrong with his ears or that he heard some key words wrongly. Until he turned around and saw Jack's expression of doubt. Only then did certain things become certain.

"Hey, Jack! Did you do enough homework before coming to the Soviet Union? Even if you didn't read the materials prepared in advance, don't you even read the news? At least you should read the newspapers to understand global current affairs, right?"

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Looking at Jack's embarrassed expression and not knowing what to say, the helpless Major General Charlieson turned over the white smoke and could only choose to continue speaking.

"That man is Zhukov, the God of War of the Soviet Red Army, Stalin's fire captain, the most capable and powerful number one marshal in the entire Soviet Red Army. The materials and intelligence we have collected show that he is the founder of Malashenko. He single-handedly promoted Malashenko from a small lieutenant to his current position. Now do you understand why Malashenko respects him so much? "

"Marshal Zhukov? Oh, my God, of course I know him! This name is so familiar. I often see it in newspapers. The Russians themselves say that wherever he goes, victory will come. He is The symbol of the Red Army’s victory.”

Seeing that Jack was not completely stupid, but just a little forgetful, Major General Charlieson continued in a calm tone.

"Fortunately, you asked early. It would be a big problem if you didn't recognize him by the time he walked up to you."

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That is to say, while Charlieson and Jack were chatting quietly, Malashenko came back after a brief chat with Zhukov, and he still brought the famous Soviet Marshal of War with him.

"Comrade Marshal, let me introduce you. This is the leader of the Allied Officer Corps, Major General Charleson of the British Army. This is Colonel Jack Morrison of the U.S. Army."

After introducing Zhukov in Russian, Malashenko then turned back to Charlieson and Jack and spoke in English.

"I guess I don't need to introduce the marshal's name. I think you both already know it."

The more Malashenko said this, the more Jack felt ashamed and embarrassed. He couldn't hold back anything nutritious for a while. He could only say that Charlie, who was the leader of the Allied Officer Corps, Major General Sen responded.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Marshal. Your great name and superb ability to command large armies are well-known in Europe. Editors in our country affectionately call you the "God of War of the Red Army" and the "Nemesis of the Nazis."

When he opened his mouth to praise, he also did not forget to add a military salute. At least on the surface, Zhukov seemed quite happy, so he naturally stretched out his hands to avoid hitting the smiling person. He was bound to master the basic skills of carrying people in a sedan chair.

"Thank you for your compliments, General Charleson. Besides, you speak Russian quite well."

After hearing this, Charlieson smiled lightly, then shook his head helplessly and laughed at himself.

"I learned it all by myself. I eagerly obtained your Soviet Red Army's understanding of armor tactics and practical application methods and combat examples from any valuable materials I could collect. I even learned Russian because of this, but I concluded that and suggestions to learn from you have fallen on deaf ears.”

"Although I am reluctant, I have to admit. This trip to the Soviet Union has further strengthened my views and analysis. At least on the current global scale, your Soviet Red Army's concepts and achievements in the field of armored combat, as well as the supporting All the tactics, tactics and battle doctrines are worthy of this.”

Seeing Major General Charleson's thumbs up without hesitation, Malashenko and Zhukov, who smiled at each other, were not surprised, because this was indeed the truth.

As for the evidence, you can tell just by looking at actual combat examples.

The Germans, who were beaten to a pulp by their leader and were frightened by the name of the Steel Butcher, came to the Western Front with a second spring. They pinned the British and Yankee ground troops to the ground and beat them violently, suffering from various diseases. Zoophobia. If we didn't have absolute air supremacy, we would be able to stabilize the situation with the advantage of air strikes and firepower, but we might have to be driven into the sea by the Germans.

Need we say more about who is awesome and who pulls the crotch? Even a six-year-old child can clearly understand the meaning.