Chapter 2294
Chapter 2294 “Looks like a warlord bully, boss.
"Why don't you drive back first? I have something to do here. You can come and pick me up later."
The conversation between Malashenko and Zhukov came to an end, but Iushkin, who had been waiting for our "master's seat" at the door, had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Malashenko went out, he immediately greeted him. He never thought that as soon as Malashenko opened his mouth, he wanted to go back first.
"What's the matter? Do you have anything to do? Do you want me to go back alone?"
The relationship between Malashenko and Iushkin is more like a pair of good buddies than a superior and subordinate in the general sense. At least Iushkin has always been unrestrained when talking to Malashenko.
"There are American reporters who want to interview me. Who knows what they want to interview. I don't really want to take this job, but someone has to do it, and I am the most suitable one, so I have to do it."
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Iushkin seemed to understand but was thoughtful, but this made his idea of returning home now probably unrealistic.
"Then you go and do your business. I will wait for you here. I just happened to find an old acquaintance here at the Front Army Headquarters. I went to catch up with him and have a chat. You can just call me at any time when you are done. I will be in the guard room. Over there, my acquaintance is the security platoon leader here."
Iushkin is not affiliated with the Front Army Headquarters, but is a person brought by Malashenko, so even if he wanders around the Front Army Headquarters like this in broad daylight and looks for someone to chat with, at most he will be punished by the officials. He came up to interrogate and interrogate him. After he figured out the situation, he would definitely not care about him. No matter what happened, he had to give face to our well-known Comrade Lao Ma, right?
"Okay, it's not easy to meet an acquaintance, so you're lucky. I'm sure, but don't run around so I can't find you by then. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing that Malashenko was so accurate, Iushkin was naturally overjoyed on the spot.
"Yes! You can definitely find me. I promise to be there when you call. Don't worry!"
Watching the boy Iushkin leave happily and happily, Malashenko smiled and thought that this boy really has a childlike innocence. He shook his head. He still has things to do next. .
"Okay, let me see what you American reporters have to say, and I'll meet you."
The interview was scheduled for half an hour later, and Malashenko had plenty of time to prepare. He also obtained part of the interview content in advance, mainly drafts of some questions, so that he could first understand what would be discussed later. The question should be asked so that Malashenko can be prepared, so that he will not be embarrassed by the question or be caught off guard and not know how to answer.
The preparation time of half an hour sounds long, but when it is actually used, it seems a bit rushed.
It's not that Malashenko was complaining or anything, the main reason is that the tank uniform that Malashenko wore was really out of date.
On weekdays, Malashenko can wear whatever he wants. Anyway, he is the king among leaders. He is not afraid of anyone except Comrade Political Commissar, and Comrade Political Commissar has basically never cared about what Malashenko wears. Unless it's some important occasion. Malashenko usually doesn't stick to trivial matters and doesn't like dressing up, so he just lets him go, but that's not the case today.
In Zhukov's words, that is "You, Malashenko, are playing the card of our Red Army today. Clean yourself up and be smart, and put some water on the chicken coop that has been covered by the tank cap all day long." Comb your hair and put on some clean clothes that are worthy of you. Don't let the Americans look down on us."
Thinking back to Zhukov's words to this effect, he looked at the brand-new tank corps major general's uniform that had just been delivered to him by the director of munitions. He saw that the set of patches on his body had been covered with N+1 patches. It was already showing his emotions. Malashenko, who was wearing a tank soldier combat uniform, couldn't help but laugh.
"Damn, how come I'm so sloppy? Before I traveled through time, I was a killer of young women. Now that I'm so sloppy, I'm afraid even the sweeper will look down on me, so I should take care of myself."
As for Malashenko's "unusual" height, which is a super big guy, it is definitely hard to find among the Red Army tank soldiers. Which tank soldier has a big guy of more than 1.9 meters to get into the car? With a body like this, why not be a machine gunner or artilleryman? Do you have to suffer this?
The direct result of this is that the tank corps major general's uniform that the director of munitions rushed to find after "rummaging through the warehouse" did not fit very well.
To talk about the feeling after wearing this, Malashenko felt as if he had the clothes worn by a kid tied to his body. According to this feeling, this set of clothes is probably worn by a person with a height of 1.8 meters at most. , after all, even if you prepare the regular uniform of a tank corps major general who is over 1.9 meters tall, who can you wear it on weekdays? It would be more appropriate to write "Exclusively for Malashenko" on it.
"Damn, it's too tight! If I squat down to pick up a cigarette, my crotch will probably be ripped off! Damn it!"
Although it doesn't fit that well, it is a brand new and straight uniform of a tank corps major general.
After getting fully dressed, he stood in front of the mirror. It must be said that Malashenko felt that after washing his face, combing his hair, and dressing up briefly, he was still quite stylish. Peina Whether it's Thalia or Anya, who can't see her and say that she is a talented and beautiful woman who is in harmony with heaven and earth?
Tsk, what a handsome group! The Red Army’s Wu Yanzu is us! All right!
Creak——
Malashenko was standing in front of the mirror, gazing at his narcissism. He never thought that the door of the room was suddenly pushed open quietly by someone from the outside. The head that popped out and looked around looked very familiar.
"Didn't you go to find your hometown? Why are you back again?"
The person who came was none other than Iushkin. Malashenko did not expect that this kid would come back after being gone for a while. Iushkin, who had his head tilted out and had a sly look on his face, started to speak with a smile.
"It's hard to do things without cigarettes! I've finished smoking, do you still have any? Send me some, I can't go empty-handed."
It is indeed a basic operation for an old man to smoke a cigarette together. The reason given by Iushkin is valid. He rushed over to see the fellow villagers with his empty pockets without a cigarette, just to smoke with a small platoon leader. , it does sound inappropriate.
"Then I brought an extra box and gave them all to you."
"Good!"
It felt like the stupid Iushkin took the thrown cigarette case and was about to turn around and leave, but he never wanted to be stopped by Malashenko.
"Wait, let's see what my outfit looks like? How does it look?"
"Well"
Iushkin looked up and down slightly hesitantly, but the answer he gave next was not very good.
"Looks like a warlord bully, boss."
"Like your dad, get out!"
"As commanded."
