Chapter 1225: Not Recognizing an Old Horse

Malashenko did not notify anyone in advance that he was coming back. Even the train he took was a temporary passenger car attached to the truck. It was not like a two-time Soviet hero and a newly promoted tank major general who could take a special car. style of.

"Oh, my back hurts from sleeping on this hard seat. Kirill, come here and rub it for me."

Sometimes Iushkin likes to "bully others" and "bully" Kirill, who is much younger than him. He assigns Kirill to do dirty work and things that ordinary people may not be willing to do. Rashenko had already discovered this.

But this time, Iushkin, who treated Kirill as a servant, obviously miscalculated.

Kirill, who had also just gotten off the bus, didn't even bother Iushkin. Instead, he came straight to Malashenko's side, took the luggage from Malashenko's hand and helped carry it, leaving some stunned people on the side. Iushkin looked speechless.

"Where to go next? Comrade Commander, shall we go back to the division headquarters directly?"

Malashenko, who is wearing a brand new uniform of a general officer, tank corps, major general, is eligible to have his own winter general officer coat. Such a stylish outfit makes his whole look suddenly different.

Although there is only one step between a colonel and a major general, the huge gap between this step is as big as heaven and earth.

The only thing is that Malashenko will have to stay in his tank as the commander in the future, continue to lead the charge and direct the battle. In essence, there is still no difference in the battle.

Malashenko, who was standing on the platform of the station, did not answer Kirill directly. Instead, he looked around for a moment before speaking.

"Wait a moment, there should be someone to pick up the car. Let's arrange for our good girl to be sent back to the camp first."

Of course, the so-called people who came to pick up the car did not refer to the people who came to pick up Malashenko, but the people who came to pick up this truck full of brand-new factory heavy tanks.

Malashenko didn't know whether all the tanks transported on this train belonged to his own army, so he planned to ask the person who would pick up the truck after they arrived. If not, it would be convenient for him to arrange for the four new tanks to be brought with him. The secret weapons that have arrived should be properly delivered to the designated place, but don't send them to other friendly forces and give them an advantage in vain.

With such an idea, Malashenko did not wait long. A major soon appeared on the platform with his people, directing the workers on the platform who had been prepared to unload the truck quickly.

"Quick! The train will leave in an hour. Everyone, move quickly and unload the train. We have other work to do! Take a few people over there, hurry up!"

Looking at the figure of the major surrounded by the crowd and shouting orders, Malashenko knew that he was probably the top commander here. At least on this platform, he had the final say.

"I'll call him over to see you. Comrade Commander, wait for me here."

Before Malashenko could say anything, Kirill, who seemed to be full of energy since he got out of the car, took the first step, put down the suitcase in his hand, and ran out quickly in three steps and two steps. , seeing this fait accompli, Malashenko could only acquiesce and let Kirill do it.

"What's wrong with him? He feels excited, like there are springs under his feet."

After hearing this, Seryozha glared at Iushkin, who was speaking nonsense and was too naive, and chose not to answer without comment.

If Malashenko's words were used to describe that vivid expression, it would be "Why are you so heartless?".

Kirill moved very quickly and ran all the way to the major in no time. He saluted immediately and said with a smile.

"Comrade Major, our comrade general wants to see you. He is looking for you to go over there."

"You? Comrade General?"

The major, who felt a little weird as soon as he opened his mouth, looked at the tank soldier second lieutenant in front of him and found that he was not tall, his uniform was brand new, and he didn't look like a general's adjutant. It seems that he is good at fighting enemies on the front line. One of the evidences is that the thickness of his arms is obviously different from ordinary people. It is estimated that ordinary people will be thrown into the street if they are punched by these arms.

He turned his head with a slightly suspicious look and looked behind the opponent's finger.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. One look directly made the young major tremble on the spot. There was really a big man wearing a general's coat standing next to the platform over there! What's worse is that he is looking this way, seeming to be staring directly at himself.

"Damn it! Am I blind? I didn't see a general!"

He thought to himself that it was terrible and at the same time he quickly ran towards the direction of the general. He came to the young major in front of Malashenko faster than Kirill, and then raised his hand and gave a military salute.

"Major Alexey, director of freight dispatching at the station, is reporting to you. Comrade General, I wish you good health!"

Iushkin, who became more and more sinister the longer he stayed with Malashenko, loved to see people make fools of themselves. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, looked at the belated major in front of him with a smile, and said He almost wrote "I'll have some juice for you" written on his face.

Even though Iushkin was looking forward to it, Malashenko had no time to continue working here and wasting time. As soon as he spoke, he went straight to the topic in the form of a command.

"Send the tanks on the flatbeds numbered 118 to 121 to the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division station. Also, can you tell me, Comrade Major, which unit the other tanks on this truck are assigned to?"

Kotin at the departure station only loaded the tanks onto the train and shipped them out of the station. As for the specific distribution of the tanks to which troops after they arrived at the station, Kotin did not know, and Malashenko also happened to catch him short. Ask if this train full of heavy tanks is shipped to your own troops.

"These tanks are all transported to Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, Comrade General. The day before yesterday, yesterday, and today, this is the eighth train transporting heavy equipment to Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division. I started from I have never seen anything like this. They are all good equipment that has just left the factory. The newly painted armor is almost reflective in the sun. "

The eighth train and the car full of treasures are all his own. These are the two most critical core points that Malashenko extracted from the major's words. It is enough to know these contents.

"Get these tanks over there as soon as possible, Major, we need them badly, and fast."

After saying these words, Malashenko led the people away directly, leaving the major standing alone and messy in the wind.

"We? Who is he?"

The major, who had not regained his composure for a while, was searching for memories in his mind. The captain next to him, who had not dared to speak from just now until now, hurriedly stepped forward.

"That's the commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, Major General Malashenko. A few days ago we just organized and studied the document about General Malashenko's second award as Hero of the Soviet Union. Have you forgotten? Major Comrade."