Chapter 1020 Good Comrade Karamov

When these majestic and domineering new steel behemoths were really driven back to the camp, Malashenko and the entire 177th crew had the opportunity to actually get into the tanks and find out what was going on.

Iushkin, who couldn't wait, wanted to play with the new car he had just received, but was stopped by Malashenko. Everyone was busy driving the car back, so it didn't matter if the brigade commander's car made a fool of itself on the way.

In addition, Karamov and his people had not yet had time to test the performance of these new cars. Malashenko didn't want the tanks to break down because of Iushkin's messy operation on the way. If that happened, Karamov would have to bring people to tow the tanks back. God knows how bad that situation would be.

Although the possibility is very low, it is at least not completely impossible. For the sake of insurance, Malashenko finally decided to drive the tanks back and find out what was going on.

As soon as the tank arrived at the station, Iushkin, who was forced by Malashenko to sit in the jeep and drive the car, and was not allowed to touch the tank on the way, could not stand the loneliness.

"Comrade commander, we are all back to the base. Can I go in and take a look now? I just want to take a look!"

Hearing this, Malashenko said nothing, but glanced at Iushkin with a cold face.

"Just a look?"

"Yes! Just a look!"

DUANG (pinyin, the same as Jackie Chan)——

Iushkin, covering his head, looked at the commander who hit him with a wronged face, while Malashenko, who had just raised his hand and slapped Iushkin on the head, acted as if nothing had happened.

"If you lie to me again next time, you will continue to clean the toilet for half a month!"

"Yes, I understand, comrade driver"

After saying this, Malashenko strode off the car and went to talk to Karamov, who had already brought people to prepare, about the next work, leaving the remaining two crew members of car 177 in the car, looking at each other, at a loss.

"Hey, Iushkin, does your head still hurt?"

The person who asked the question was Kirill, who was sitting in the back seat and leaning his head to the front seat.

"How can it not hurt? It's so loud, why don't you try it!?"

Iushkin's tone was obviously not good, and his attitude was quite irritable, but Kirill, who saw that Iushkin had suffered a loss, continued to smile nonchalantly.

"Like the commander said, you must be lying! If you get into the tank, how could you take a look? I don't believe it! You will probably spend the night in it, and she is your new wife."

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Iushkin was a little unconvinced when someone said what he was thinking. He was thinking about quibbling, but in the end he wilted like a deflated ball.

"You are right, I think it will be like this."

What about the other side?

Malachenko, who knew Iushkin's character and way of doing things, was already discussing the specific matters with his chief chamberlain Karamov.

After the last time Malachenko returned to the front line from Moscow, he presided over the "On Comrade Karamov's A self-reflection meeting on the work style of the comrades".

At the meeting, in front of all the car commanders and officers and soldiers above the level of the brigade, Karamov, with his head almost buried in his crotch, confessed his "sins" with tears in his eyes.

He used almost all the ways he could think of to describe that he had failed the brigade commander's trust, failed the political commissar's trust, and failed the enthusiasm and comradeship of all the comrades in the brigade. He even greeted Dr. Karachev, who had nothing to do with him, because his behavior might chill Comrade Karachev, who had returned to his hometown to serve his country.

"Let's just forget about it. I think it's enough. It's almost done. There's no need to continue. "

Malachenko, who was sitting in the audience, watched Karamov crying while giving a report on the stage. He looked just like the protagonist of a romantic soap opera made by the Koreans in later generations. He couldn't bear to continue watching this scene, so he poked the political commissar next to him and whispered a suggestion.

Knowing that Malachenko would definitely plead for Karamov, Political Commissar Petrov, who didn't think this was unexpected, just sighed.

"You have the final say. I am the deputy commander and you are the principal commander. You are the most senior in the entire brigade. ”

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If Malashenko can’t tell what the political commissar meant by these words, then he should quit as the brigade commander and make room for someone else.

But even though he knew that Political Commissar Petrov was bringing up the past and expressing a little dissatisfaction with his “protective” behavior, Malashenko, who was determined to protect him once again, still packed up his things a little, appeared on the stage and gave a short speech to the comrades of the brigade.

The general meaning was that although Comrade Karamov made a mistake, Malashenko guaranteed with his own personality that Karamov was absolutely still devoted to the collective and understood the greater good. Good comrade, just a little problem in his style of work, temporarily deviated from the correct track that a good comrade should have.

Malashenko personally assured all comrades in the brigade that he would get Karamov back on track, and asked everyone to supervise himself and Karamov together, and give this comrade who is in charge of all logistics and maintenance work of the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade another chance.

Malashenko's speech not only won enthusiastic applause from the comrades in the audience, but also made Karamov, who had just finished reading the self-criticism and didn't know what to do next, burst into tears of gratitude.

Although the political commissar expressed his slight dissatisfaction, he generally recognized Malashenko's approach and the final results of this self-reflection meeting.

Since this incident, almost all the soldiers and officers of the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade have found that Comrade Karamov, who used to "pull the tiger's skin and pull the flag" and show off his power and domineering posture by taking advantage of the brigade commander's favor, seems to have changed.

Karamov almost handles all matters, big and small, and the well-maintained tanks have become more shiny. When going to the logistics department to collect supplies, there is no need to worry about Karamov's face. He is simply a good comrade and a good role model who is born to serve the people!

So even now, for the brigade commander who "gave him a second chance to be a man", Karamov is still very grateful and tries his best to complete every task assigned to him perfectly.

"All the work has been arranged, Comrade Brigade Commander. I have assembled the most capable comrades, and they will ensure that this batch of newly arrived tanks is perfect. Then I will personally inspect and carefully check them again to ensure that there will not be any intolerable problems."