Chapter 1028: Substitution

The Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, which has more than 100 tanks of various models, started to move, and the movement can be described as the ground trembling slightly.

Recalling the speech of the brigade commander when he went to the brigade headquarters last night to attend the combat meeting of cadres at the battalion level and above, watching the majestic heavy tanks one after another marching in a column and raising dust, to be honest, it was the first time for Major Valosha to witness such a grand scene with his own eyes. Recalling everything he had experienced in Stalingrad not long ago, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

"As a soldier, no, even from a man's perspective, there is no scene more exciting than this!"

After fighting side by side in Stalingrad, Captain Valosha has always remembered Malashenko's invitation before, and the idea of ​​joining the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, or the later Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, has always been lingering in his mind.

The reason why Captain Valosha did not directly agree to Malashenko was because the commander of his original unit had shown him kindness.

At the time of the Polish operation, Captain Valosha was just a rookie who had been in the army for less than a year.

Because of his bravery in the battle, he led the remaining comrades to resist the siege of more than 30 Polish cavalry horses and defended his position with difficulty when the squad leader died.

Captain Valosha, who survived the life-and-death battle, became a squad leader, then a deputy platoon leader, a platoon leader, and a deputy company commander, until he met Malashenko in Stalingrad.

If it weren't for the division commander's initial commendation and promotion, Valosha estimated that he would not be able to get to this position today, and he might even have died on the battlefield as an ordinary soldier.

Between the two difficult choices of the warm invitation of the hero of the motherland and continuing to stay in the original unit, Captain Valosha, who tossed and turned for several nights and didn't sleep well, finally chose the former.

Everyone in the world admires and respects heroes, whether in the distant future or in the present, and Captain Valosha himself is no exception.

Leaving the original unit made him feel guilty towards his division commander, but Captain Valosha wanted to witness the greatest and most glorious victory with the heroes of the motherland from the bottom of his heart.

It is very difficult to get a place in a unit like the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade.

I heard that more than half of the newly trained tank recruits in the rear are expected to fight in the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade. It is an indescribable honor to fight in such a unit.

When Captain Valosha took the initiative to come to the door and told Malashenko his final decision in person.

Malashenko, as if he had found a treasure, immediately reached out and put his arm around Captain Valosha's shoulder, patted his chest and assured him that this sentence was enough, and there was no need to worry about the rest, and everything would be left to the brigade commander.

Having said that, the person who finally discussed the details of the poaching was one of Malashenko's right-hand men: Political Commissar Petrov.

"Why do you always think of me first when you encounter such an offensive thing? Do you have any misunderstandings about me, Comrade Brigade Commander?"

Looking at Political Commissar Petrov's half-smiley, half-gloomy expression that seemed to be joking, Malashenko, who knew that this matter was not easy to handle, quickly took the initiative to smile and lowered himself to the status of Comrade Political Commissar's guard and spoke.

"Even if you do me a favor, I really can't find anyone more eloquent. You are the Foreign Minister of our brigade, Comrade Political Commissar."

Political Commissar Petrov, who was just joking, glanced at Malashenko's shameless "honest" expression, smiled and slowly shook his head, and had to speak again with a slightly helpless tone.

"Only if you ask me, I will agree to do this. If it was in the past, I would probably get angry on the spot. Do you believe it?"

Faced with the "kind reminder" of the political commissar, the brigade commander, who was not afraid of boiling water, still had a smiling face and a tiger-like expression.

"Of course, why not believe it? Comrade political commissar, now is the best time for you to show your ability, go!"

Political commissar Petrov's trip was not in vain. He brought the "equivalent items" that Malashenko used to exchange for Captain Varosha. They were fully loaded with seven GAZ trucks, all of which were the best among the "pile of junk" obtained from the Germans before.

Malashenko looked down on these things and could not use them in actual fighting.

But for the infantry division where Captain Varosha was located, which had just ended the Battle of Stalingrad and suffered serious damage to its troops and was anxiously waiting for technical equipment and personnel replenishment, these seven full of junk were indeed a bit difficult to refuse.

Looking at the exchange list in front of him, which included everything from the smallest Walther P38 pistol to the largest 75mm PAK40 anti-tank gun, the division commander felt something in his heart and his eyelids twitched twice, and his eyes looking at Political Commissar Petrov changed a little.

"I know that your Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade is well equipped, but you are too sorry. I can't find a suitable way to express my feelings at the moment, Comrade Petrov. But you know, the weapons on this list are enough to arm a standard infantry battalion with strong firepower. Do you really plan to do this?"

With Malashenko's prior explanation, what Political Commissar Petrov has to do next will be much easier and easier. When faced with the answer of the division commander, he is just prepared to do what he wants.

"Brigade Commander Malashenko heard that the brother troops who fought side by side suffered heavy losses, and specially arranged for me to send these weapons to the brother troops to support reconstruction. So there is no need to worry, Comrade Division Commander, these are our brigade." The seized weapons and equipment have nowhere to be used. I hope you can make good use of them and severely attack those fascist invaders."

Compared with "not looking down on the rags of the Germans", the clever way of describing "nowhere to show off" is easier to accept, and it is also one of the most vivid expressions of Commissar Petrov's art of speaking.

Although it sounds like a sure profit to trade one person for the equipment of a battalion, the division commander and comrade who always feel that doing so has changed the taste are still a little hesitant, a feeling that even he himself cannot explain. Hesitation that I don’t know how to describe specifically.

But in the end, this comrade, the division commander who was anxious to replenish his troops, running around, making phone calls, and sending telegrams all day long, was hit by Malashenko's killer move, and the eternal truth was once again fulfilled. Changed the "law of true fragrance".

"Please thank Comrade Malashenko for me. We will use these equipment to teach those Fascist lackeys, Comrade Petrov, a lesson. Of course, I also hope that Captain Varosha can perform well in your department."