Steel Soviet Union

Recognize the situation and it’s time to personally stand up and say something.

Vasilevsky, who had just cleared his throat and glanced at the map, was about to speak. The adjutant who hurried in from outside the door without even having time to report told him a rather shocking situation.

"Comrade Commander, the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was not surrounded and eliminated by the Germans! They are still alive! The commander of the regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, led the last troops to withdraw to Stalingrad. Now he is in command I’m waiting outside the department, saying that I have something important to report to you in person.”

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"What are you talking about? The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was not wiped out!? They are still alive!?"

Compared to the adjutant who put his hands to his ears and muttered in a low voice, Vasilevsky was so shocked that he almost widened his eyes and spoke out in an extremely surprised tone on the spot.

Vasilevsky's words were so shocking that everyone present immediately poured a basin of cold water into a boiling pot of oil, as if the pot was fried instantly.

"That Malashenko is still alive? This is unbelievable! How did this little guy do it?"

"Damn it, everyone thought they were wiped out, but they didn't expect the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment to break out! This is simply a miracle!"

"I want to see this Malashenko with my own eyes. He always surprises me. To be precise, he shocks me!"

There was no time to pay attention to everyone present who was shocked beyond words. Vasilevsky, realizing the seriousness of the situation, immediately issued an order to his adjutant.

"Go quickly! Bring Malashenko to see me immediately, go now!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander, I will do it right away."

The adjutant who received the order from Vasilevsky did not dare to neglect. He opened the door and ran out of the conference room. He jogged all the way to the entrance of the front army headquarters. He saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground with a Somi submachine gun on his back. Malashenko smoking out of boredom.

The adjutant who was convinced that he had found the right master quickly walked forward and came to Malashenko, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He tilted his head and looked directly at the dirty tank soldier who had his face turned towards him.

Malashenko's face, which he hadn't shaved in several days, now smells of the Middle East. The fireproof suit he had worn for almost a month, which he hadn't changed or washed, was already worn and dirty. In addition, Malashenko I was busy rescuing people from the ruins of the collapsed building for a long time.

If Malashenko was not wearing a military uniform and carrying a weapon, he would look like a slovenly farmer in his forties or fifties who had just returned from working in the fields.

"Excuse me, is this Comrade Malashenko?"

Malashenko, who was holding a cigarette leisurely and contentedly, didn't even notice when someone came next to him. It wasn't until he heard someone calling his name that he slowly turned his head.

"Yes, I am, you are"

After finally confirming that he had found the right person, the adjutant clapped his hands and looked delighted and immediately raised his hand to invite Malashenko.

"Admiral Vasilevsky is waiting for you, please come with me, Comrade Malashenko."

"Um!?"

Malashenko, who had been leisurely smoking to pass the boring time, immediately became energetic when he heard this. His eyes were shining and he stood up from the ground with a roar, as if he had received the supplies and new tanks he had dreamed of, with a look of joy on his face. look.

"I know, I'll go with you right now."

Without saying a word, Malashenko immediately followed the adjutant's lead and prepared to go in. However, when he reached the door, the young captain just reached out and stopped Malashenko.

"Comrade Malashenko, please hand over the weapons and guns you carry and let us keep them for safekeeping. Just come to me for them when you come out."

Malashenko's reputation is not small. I have heard of it before, and even now it has attracted Vasilevsky's great attention. I want to see him immediately, but this does not prevent this young captain from acting impartially and impartially. .

Malashenko, who was blocked in his way, paused. The adjutant who was leading the way also realized that something was wrong and turned around. Seeing this situation, he was about to step forward and say something, but he never thought that Malashenko had already readily said something. Started the action on its own.

He took off the Somi submachine gun he was carrying on his shoulder and took out a fully loaded pocket bag hanging on his butt. At the same time, Malashenko took out the pistol in the holster with his right hand and used all the hot weapons on his body. He handed them all over, and before he was done, he pulled out a bayonet from the gap in his shoes and hidden in his trouser legs and continued to hand it over.

Malashenko, who handed over a bunch of weapons piecemeal, stood there and thought for a moment, then continued to take out two full pistol magazines and two grenades from his pocket, and took out After checking the pockets of his clothes and pants to make sure there was nothing left, he spoke.

"These are all my weapons. Of course, if you feel uneasy, you can search me. I will stand here."

Malashenko spoke contentedly and without changing his expression, but everyone around him, including Adjutant Vasilevsky and the Red Army captain on guard, were frightened.

Almost no one has ever seen a person carrying so many belongings in bits and pieces at the same time. Such a configuration is not found in the infantry division. What's more, Malashenko is also the commander of the Lieutenant Colonel of the Guards Tank Regiment. This is simply extraordinary. Unreasonable.

The young captain grunted and swallowed, looking at the pile of weapons placed on the small table in front of him, and then raised his head and glanced at Malashenko, who seemed to be fine, and realized that the person in front of him was probably not him. The captain, who could understand it with common sense, finally gave up the idea.

"No more questions, Comrade Malashenko, you can go in now, please."

He was a little confused about the young captain whose face turned faster than turning the page in a book. Malashenko, who was not sure what was going on, followed the adjutant and continued to move forward without thinking too much. However, he didn't expect that he was a little confused just after walking. The adjutant couldn't help but asked Malashenko in a low voice.

"Comrade Malashenko, I know this is our first meeting and we are not familiar with each other, but I am really curious. As the leader of an elite Guards tank regiment, why do you carry so many infantry weapons? is that useful?"

It is not surprising that someone who has not personally experienced the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment would ask such a question. Malashenko, who smiled slightly, blurted out the truth without hesitation.

"The reason is simple, comrade. Because our regiment is different from other tank units. Whether it is capturing Germans twice our size or forcing Germans three times our size to raise their hands and surrender, you can only get out of the car and aim your guns. It will be used frequently to ensure that the krauts will obey you."