Chapter 2989 We are the No. 177 crew

After a series of intensive preparations and multiple rehearsals, Malashenko, who was so busy that his feet were almost touching the ground and exhausted, finally got the long-awaited good news.

The first Red Square military parade after the victory of the Great Patriotic War will be held on time as scheduled, and the time is set for April 27, nearly two months earlier than the existing history.

In the last two days before the military parade, many mainstream media such as Pravda and TASS simultaneously issued an order from leader Comrade Stalin that the military parade headed by Zhukov would be held as scheduled two days later.

The time on the schedule was finally finalized, and a stone that Malashenko had been hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

After all, after carrying out the last local military operation of the Great Patriotic War, and then busying with things in Berlin, we can then welcome more anticipated events. To say that Malashenko does not have any expectations for this. Expect that to be false.

In addition, Malashenko has also received news from Berlin in these days.

Lavrinenko is responsible for the overall command, and Varosha and the chief of staff serve as deputies to assist in the parade-related work. As for this part of the "housework" with the leadership and participation of the leading army, preparations are almost complete.

Montgomery and Patton, two British and American bosses, have also recently visited the leadership headquarters in Berlin.

In official terms, the two men came for a friendly visit and exchanges with friendly forces. They also congratulated the leading army on its greatest achievement in the Battle of Berlin under the outstanding command of General Malashenko.

But if we go by Malashenko’s words, then to put it bluntly, Comrade Lao Ma thinks that these two products are just here to gain popularity and traffic.

In major newspapers and radio broadcasts around the world, hot reports on "Nazis are dead" continue, and it is natural that the progress and ending of the Battle of Berlin must be mentioned.

When talking about the Battle of Berlin, we must mention the Soviet Red Army. When talking about the Soviet Red Army, we have to talk about what a man named Ma and his comrades did in this final battle and how they beat the Nazis. I don’t even know my mother.

What if Montgomery and Patton took advantage of this juncture to check in, take photos, and conduct interviews at the military headquarters of the Leading Army.

Does that mean that being included in reports related to the leadership of the Army and Malashenko becomes a matter of course, less abrupt, and can even be continued to spread and brag?

After reading the British and American newspapers in recent days, Malashenko can only say that you Patton and Montgomery know "how to gain popularity and increase traffic."

Malashenko even had some doubts about who taught these two people this terrible but really useful job. It seems that these two people have never done this terrible job in history?

After pondering over and over again, Malashenko, who was leaning on the sofa to ponder this matter, finally zeroed in on one person.

"Could it be that Mai Paopao taught these two guys?"

After all, what you, the Filipino running boy, are most proficient in and love most in your life is to use various channels and public opinions to package yourself and build yourself a god of war persona. You know the news better than the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

The title of "The Best Actor of the U.S. Army" is well-deserved. If he considers himself second in off-battlefield chores, I'm afraid no one in the U.S. military would dare to admit that he is number one.

Thinking of the special relationship between Patton and Mai Paopao's old subordinate, Malashenko, who felt as if he had figured out something, suddenly realized.

If you want to say that Filipino running men can do this kind of job of punching in and gaining popularity, Malashenko not only does not find it surprising, but even thinks it is reasonable.

I didn't expect that Barton, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually start to imitate the "actor-level actions". Shouldn't the next step be to put on all the big sunglasses and hold a big pipe in his mouth?

Then I thought about it, and thought of the old boy Barton. If it still develops according to the existing historical timeline, it should be almost shipped by now.

Malashenko has saved many "dead people", whether intentionally or unintentionally, they all live because of Malashenko.

These people were originally buried in history, but no matter how they live now, they are still alive and well. This even includes Malashenko himself, who was supposed to die in 1941.

As for Barton's life and death.

Malashenko doesn't want to and doesn't think he has the need to interfere. Whether you live or die depends entirely on your fate. If your life is not strong enough, you will still have to die. It's up to you.

That's all the things in Berlin for the time being. Malashenko, who is far away in Moscow, has to deal with some daily summary telegrams sent to him by Lavrinenko from time to time. This makes Malashenko always feel What I am doing now seems to have a hint of "remote control battlefield" in it.

At this time, shouldn’t I say “Mother Xipi” to respond to the situation? Send another telegram and ask Lavrinenko to move the last tank in the equipment square at the parade rehearsal five meters to the right?

Malashenko, who thought of this in a funny way, burst into laughter. Finally, he shook his head with a smile, and started to work at his desk again and devoted himself to a huge amount of paperwork.

Busy and orderly, with some small episodes and happiness mixed in from time to time.

Time finally came to April 27, which Malashenko could hardly wait for.

Although he is in Moscow, Malashenko does not want to travel between home and suburban training ground all day long. Considering that he often works overtime until late at night, he is also afraid of disturbing his wife's rest. After all, she has to go to bed early and get up early, and go to work normally. It is inconvenient and not good to be special just because of his status as a man.

After simply telling Natalia, he stayed in the military camp with his troops.

So the first living person Malashenko saw when he woke up in the morning was not the beautiful daughter-in-law he thought about day and night.

Instead, Iushkin, who had brought a basin of water, a towel on his shoulders, and even a toothbrush bowl, was squatting outside the door of his room, grinning like a fool.

"Why are you squatting outside my door so early in the morning instead of brushing your teeth, washing your face, and having breakfast?"

"Hey, isn't there a military parade today? I thought you must have gone to bed late or not fallen asleep last night. In case you got here late and were in a hurry and couldn't make it in time, I brought you water."

""

It's all a matter of words, but sometimes you have to admit that when it's time for him to take over, this boy Iushkin still has a very long look, and he is quite clever.

"Then I have to say thank you, Comrade Gunner, come in, just put it on the table."

After saying that, Malashenko, who was standing next to the door in the room, opened the door sideways. Outside the door, Iushkin, who was holding a towel, wash water and a toothbrush bowl, quickly walked away with a smile on his face. Come in.

"No need to thank you, it's all deserved."

After entering the room, he put everything in his hands on the table, closed the door and followed closely, then raised his hand and pointed to the desk not far away.

"If you haven't eaten yet, there's bread and cold coffee on the table over there. It's the leftovers from my overtime last night, don't you mind?"

"If you don't dislike it, if you don't dislike it, then how can you? Hehe"

Malashenko was washing his face and brushing his teeth, while Iushkin was sitting on the "commander's throne", gnawing bread and drinking cold coffee from the night before. She didn't dislike her at all, and she was made to suffer from "American horse urine" one after another.

"This stuff tastes really bad. I really don't understand why it's so bitter."

"Suffering is life, my comrade gunner."

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he put the toothbrush back on the table. Malashenko picked up the razor and came to the mirror. While trimming the beard on his chin, he asked Iushkin, who was eating in the mirror.

"There is something I think it's time to tell you. I need to ask for your opinion."

"Ah, what is this?"

What Malashenko said was really surprising, Iushkin was unprepared and unexpected. For a while, I really couldn't understand that Comrade Commander actually wanted to ask for his opinion on something.

"It's about your future development. I want to hear your personal views."

""

Before the slightly stunned Iushkin could speak, Malashenko, who continued to trim his beard in front of the mirror, spoke.

"The Great Patriotic War has been won, and our most difficult and dangerous years have finally passed."

"There are some things I wanted to say to you and everyone in the No. 177 crew a long time ago, but my status at that time determined that I was not suitable to say such words. It was not until the victory of the war that things changed."

"You, Seryosha, Artem, and even Sergei"

"I have kept each of you by my side, doing the same job day after day, fighting in the position closest to me and the most secure. Frankly speaking, it's not because you don't If you are suitable or unable to do other jobs, go to other positions to better fulfill your mission.”

"I couldn't escape and had to face myself, and I admit it was because of my fear and selfishness."

""

Iushkin, who stopped eating, seemed to realize something. Comrade Commander's words had consciously or unconsciously brought back the common memories of that long-ago battlefield.

"I'm afraid to experience what happened to Nikolai and Kirill again. I'm afraid to lose any of you again. I don't want to have that heart-breaking feeling again in my life."

"So I made these decisions without crossing the line and within my ability, and I wanted to do my best to protect every one of you. I don't want the No. 177 crew to lose any more crew members. I I want all the comrades of the No. 177 crew to live to see the day when the Great Patriotic War is won.”

"Until now, I have done it. But at the same time, I also understand that my excuses and reasons stop here. I can't keep you tied to the place closest to me forever, just because of my selfish desires."

Malashenko shook off the razor in his hand and turned around, looking at his old comrade-in-arms who had been with him day and night, and finally said the words he had been thinking about for a long time.

"So, after going through so much, what are your plans? Iushkin. I want you to start from the grassroots level. If you want, you can command a platoon or a company. You What will you choose?”

It is obviously inappropriate to be a gunner all his life. Malashenko even felt that he had let an elite veteran sit in the gunner position unchanged from 1941 to 1945. It was irresponsible for his personal future. extent.

So Malashenko will try his best to make up for it and has started preparations a long time ago. Lay a command foundation for Iushkin in advance and let this boy learn from him. This is proved by teaching him step by step on the battlefield.

Malashenko feels that it is time for Iushkin to “learn and become a teacher”.

According to his own opinion, what Iushkin learned from him only needs a little practice. With this kid's intelligence, he can easily become a company commander.

With time and proficiency, you can quickly reach the position of battalion commander or even regimental commander.

In terms of the solid foundation, I am afraid that very few people can compare with Iushkin, who played all the games from 1941 to 1945 and was taught by the general step by step.

This boy is now only left with practical operations, combining it with practice to understand the knowledge he has learned and learn to apply the existing experience. His rapid growth and progress after transferring to the command post is completely predictable.

Malashenko, who knows Iushkin's weight very well, also believes that he will be able to do it, and he will help him continue to experience and grow, and continue to go all the way.

Therefore, the key to the problem is what the parties themselves think and plan to do.

Malashenko felt that Iushkin should have no reason to refuse. After all, he had given him a "vaccination" a long time ago, and someone as smart as him should be mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, instead of answering directly, Iushkin sat on the table with his head lowered, as if looking at something in his hand. He couldn't say a word for a long time, just so quietly. Just sit there.

It wasn't until the confused Malashenko took the initiative to step forward and looked up at the thing in Iushkin's hand that he realized that it was Kirill's harmonica that had been given to Iushkin for safekeeping.

"If I leave and leave the No. 177 crew, nothing like Kirill will happen again, right?"

""

There was clearly audible sadness mixed in the voice. Malashenko could predict, but at the same time, he unexpectedly knew that what Iushkin was afraid of or cared about was the same thing as himself.

"But seedlings have to leave the protection of the big tree to grow alone. They can't always rely on the big tree to protect them from wind and rain. This is what my mother told me."

After stroking Kirill's harmonica, it seemed that he could still feel the familiar warmth of his face remaining on it. Iushkin, who had experienced too much and lost a lot, finally returned with determination as before.

"I understand, all of it."

"Then let me do it. I'm ready, and I will definitely work hard to achieve great results and take him with me."

He put the harmonica away, put the lining of his coat back, and put on a brand-new major tank soldier's uniform. Facing the tank commander who was also wearing a uniform but carrying a lieutenant general on his shoulders, he still upheld the solemn military salute. With the original intention from the beginning.

"We are the glorious and legendary No. 177 crew, and we will never be separated! No matter where we live or where we are in the future, we will remain unchanged across time and distance."