Chapter 2287 The moment of reunion

Malashenko had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Comrade Lao Zhu again. Google search reading

How did you say that?

Well, that is to say, there is always a gap between imagination and reality. Although he had imagined the scene of meeting Comrade Lao Zhu again many times before, Malashenko still did not expect that the scene of the final meeting would be like this.

"How long has it been since we last met? Where did we last meet? Do you remember?"

Malashenko was not sure whether he could answer accurately, so he could only think for a while and then tentatively spoke.

"It should be in Moscow. That time I went back to give lessons to the British and Americans. After the lesson, you took the time to come over, and then we met, Comrade Marshal. But that time, we were in a rush. I didn’t bother to talk too much and said goodbye, and that’s it until now.”

Malashenko's memory is pretty good. He can remember the last time he met Zhukov, and his answer was of course no problem.

Compared with the last time they met, Malashenko felt that Zhukov had not changed much. He was still the God of War of the Red Army whom he was familiar with, the marshal of the Red Army with the strongest combat effectiveness.

Looking at Malashenko's expression of excitement and joy, Zhukov, who nodded slowly, also smiled with the expression of a long-lost reunion, and then raised his hand and patted Malashenko on the shoulder. Keep talking.

"You have grown a lot than before. Now you can lead and command the most powerful field group of the Red Army with an experimental nature on your own. This is much better than I expected. It is indeed more outstanding."

Faced with Zhukov's generous praise, Malashenko, who knew that he was not the only one responsible for all of this, just took it as it was.

"Without the assistance and support of my comrades and comrades around me, I don't think I can do this, Comrade Marshal. The Red Army has always been a united group. I firmly believe in this, and use this as a standard to strictly demand myself and unite well." Comrades around you, unite the entire team.”

"The Leadership Division has been a heroic collective from beginning to end. All comrades stand together shoulder to shoulder, sword to sword, and work together to fight the national crisis. This is far from the achievement of individual heroism. I think this is what the Leadership Division can achieve. The ultimate reason for today.”

After hearing Malashenko's words, Zhukov, who was smiling, couldn't help turning his head and looking at the Chief of Staff of the Front Army beside him, and smiled in unison. The next person to speak was Comrade Chief of Staff.

"You are right, Comrade Marshal. It seems that there is something unique and unique about why the leader division is so outstanding. It is far more difficult to forge a steel-like core of troops than to piece together new and powerful equipment. Perhaps this is why The real reason why leaders are unique.”

Zhukov, who remained silent, just smiled and nodded to express his approval.

For the young man in front of him who he helped up with one hand, Zhukov did have considerable expectations and a high degree of satisfaction. It was as if this young man had never let him down in what he did in the next step. At least Zhukov did not remember Malashin. He had never done anything that made him furious and disappointed.

"Is the main force of the division still on the way?"

After a few simple greetings, Zhukov began to get to the point, and Malashenko's answer was followed by a quiet opening.

"Yes, Comrade Marshal. The leadership division has a very large establishment, especially a large number of technical equipment. These require more trains to carry out strategic maneuvers, and of course are more time-consuming. Are there any important tasks that we need to perform?"

Malashenko wondered if Zhukov had some tricky work waiting to be assigned to the leadership division. Upon hearing this, Zhukov just raised his hand to signal.

"Let's talk inside. I have something to tell you, and it will take some time."

Although Zhukov, who currently serves as the commander of the front army, is not as busy as before when he was coordinating the overall situation of the entire army, at best, he has to move his busy work from the strategic level to the specific tactical level.

The piles of major and important things are gone, and there are a lot more trivial matters reported by the troops at all levels below that need to be reviewed by oneself. There are always some things that the commander of the front army must see with his own eyes, so Comrade Lao Zhu doesn't even think about going to the front line to command in person. As a combat force, there is still almost no free time.

The time I have to talk to Malashenko alone now is all about the work at hand and a small meeting that I was supposed to host later. All of it was handed over to the deputy commander and chief of staff before I took it out. Coming from the body.

It may sound a bit incredible that a front commander would go to such trouble to talk to the division commander below, but Zhukov himself believed that it was worth it. The importance of the merger of Malashenko and the leader division was even higher than that of a group army.

This has not only military significance but also political significance. Zhukov needs to complete military tasks as well as political tasks. This is an order personally given to him by the man in charge of power sitting in the Moscow Kremlin, and he must complete it personally. .

"What to drink? Tea or water? No wine anyway."

It can be seen that Comrade Marshal was in a very good mood to see Comrade Ma again. As soon as he left the command hall and entered his office, he joked with Malashenko. Ma was embarrassed to upset the leader's mood. Rashenko could only reply with a smile.

"Just hot water, Comrade Marshal."

"Okay, go prepare it and bring it over."

"yes!"

After sending off the orderly who was going to serve water and tea, Zhukov, who saw the door being closed, spoke to Malashenko again.

"Do you know why you were transferred back to Poland this time?"

Zhukov's tone was a little mysterious, as if he wanted to test Malashenko a little. Malashenko, who didn't think there was anything special about it, didn't think much about it and spoke directly. A person of Zhukov's status and position would not harm himself through rhetoric traps. If you think so, you are suffering from paranoia, which is really unnecessary.

"I can probably guess that it should be for the next action in the direction of Berlin. There are tasks that are more suitable for the leader division to complete there."

Malashenko's answer was very straightforward. Zhukov, who heard footsteps coming from far away and approaching outside the door, also nodded quietly and spoke.

"It seems that Vatutin told you some basic information. How is he? Is there anything you want you to bring to me?"

Facing Zhukov's sudden inquiry, Malashenko could only smile and shake his head.