Chapter 478 The Minotaur Paradox

It was a good thing to be able to discuss the future with the father of the Soviet heavy tank. Malashenko was looking forward to it. After thinking about it for a while, Malashenko felt that there was no big problem and then asked Comrade Zhu on the other end of the phone. Reply in the affirmative.

"No problem, Comrade Commander, I will discuss it with Comrade Kogin."

After putting down the phone in his hand, he suddenly felt a little disappointed. Malashenko, who was a little surprised by this sudden vacation, was not prepared at all.

Discussing the design of heavy tanks with Comrade Kotin is only a trivial matter for Malashenko. What makes Malashenko a little undecided is Natalia, who should be looking forward to it the most.

It seems inappropriate to describe the relationship between Malashenko and Natalia as "strange bedfellows", but Malashenko, who just slept in the same bed, never did anything extraordinary from beginning to end. He was recovering from illness last time. The first time I saw Natalia when I returned home.

In his previous life, Lin Jie, who studied abroad at Moscow State University for three years, was not just Liu Xiahui, who was content and happy. Lin Jie, who had a heated relationship with female classmates in the class and even the department next door, spent many unforgettable spring nights.

But the situation of this time travel is always a little different.

Using someone else's body and accepting someone else's dying instructions but retaining his original thoughts and consciousness, Malashenko felt that having sex with Natalya felt like a minotaur.

Is this considered greening oneself?

Malashenko, who laughed at himself and shook his head slowly, could not come up with a definite answer.

But all in all, a rare break is a done deal. After greeting Commissar Petrov and informing him, and handing over all the matters yet to be dealt with to Lavrinenko to arrange matters after he left, the rather hard-core Malashenko sat directly on the A T3457 medium tank galloped towards Moscow.

The reliable T34 tank, which can run 300 kilometers continuously without stalling after being filled with fuel, is the best choice for long-distance treks. Although sitting in such a war machine is a bit uncomfortable and cannot be compared with a car, it is still suitable for winter off-road conditions. The T34 medium tank, which can still maintain a high travel speed, is the most suitable choice. The issue of comfort is of no concern to Malashenko, who has long been accustomed to the bumpy combat environment.

But after all, it is impossible for a huge tank to drive into the city. Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, has already been under martial law during the war. Any military vehicle carrying soldiers entering the city needs to pass the level registration verification, not to mention Malashenko's current situation. The ride was a battle-scarred main tank of the Red Army.

But when Malashenko was about to get off the car and walk into the city outside Moscow, he encountered a very familiar face. Corporal Valentin, who had not been away for too long, was standing next to a Gas jeep and heading towards Malashenko. Corian waved his hand.

"I'm glad we meet again, Comrade Malashenko, I wish you good health!"

He was a little surprised and happy to see his driver from the last time he returned to Moscow again. Malashenko, who had a very good impression of this young Red Army soldier who was several years younger than him, immediately took off his suitcase in one hand and took off his clothes on his own initiative. Gloves.

"I haven't seen you for a while, Comrade Valentin. How are you doing recently?"

After shaking hands with Malashenko's right hand, he gave a smile without specific meaning. Corporal Valentin, who had already opened the car door, immediately motioned for Malashenko to get in the car and talk again.

The last leg of the journey into the city did not take long. Corporal Valentin, who had already registered, simply showed his ID and was released. The Red Army soldier who verified the documents had a rather lively chat with Corporal Valentin. He even offered him a cigarette. Corporal Valentin, who often traveled in and out of Moscow, had already become an acquaintance.

"Who asked you to pick me up? I thought no one knew I would return to Moscow."

Finally driving into Moscow from outside the city in a snowy field, Malashenko suddenly felt that the road conditions were much better and then started chatting with Corporal Valentin who was holding the steering wheel.

"I'm not sure about that. Comrade Malashenko, you know I'm just a corporal driver. There are some things I have no right to interfere with. I just need to execute orders."

After blurting out the question, Malashenko realized that his question seemed a bit idiotic. The only person who could arrange a driver for him in advance and contact him in place was probably Comrade Lao Zhu.

"Do you know? Comrade Malashenko, your deeds were published in Pravda yesterday. The newspaper said that you led the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment to defeat the Nazi Fascist elite Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment. They fled in embarrassment. Leader Comrade Stalin also wrote a comment for the article, saying that this is the best evidence that the Soviet people will defeat the evil ***."

Before he finished speaking, Corporal Valentin, who held the steering wheel with his left hand and kept moving at a low speed, then picked up a roll of newspapers placed behind the car window and handed it to Malashenko.

""

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to Corporal Valentin's slightly excited words. Malashenko, who took the newspaper in Valentin's hand, immediately stretched out his hands and unfolded it completely.

"The evil fascist army was crushed under the iron fist of the Red Army! The elite of the bandit leader Hitler fled Moscow in disgrace!"

The extremely eye-catching headline jumped into Malashenko's eyes the moment he opened the newspaper. What surprised Malashenko even more was that the black and white photo under the headline was the one of his car that had just been destroyed. The KV85 prototype tank vehicle was recently destroyed by the German 88 gun. It happened that my upper body was sticking out of the turret in the photo. Judging from the posture, he should be commanding the tank behind him.

If Malashenko remembers correctly, this photo should have been taken when he achieved a tactical victory in the direction of Istria. The green smile and admiring eyes of the female reporter from Pravda returned to Malashenko, who had not eaten meat for a long time, was deeply impressed.

"I co-authored it and became a daily guest of Pravda? This is ridiculous, damn it."

It is certainly a good thing to be on the headlines of Pravda every now and then, but Malashenko also clearly realizes that this good thing is a double-edged sword.

Using the official Soviet newspapers as a means of intelligence gathering, the Germans have probably already registered their names in the register, and the continuous good news is probably not a thorn in the side of the Germans.

While becoming a much-anticipated tank hero in the eyes of front-line Red Army soldiers, he also had to be remembered by the Germans. This double-edged sword headline report really made Malashenko dumbfounded.