Chapter 1239: Reunion After a Long Separation

Malashenko has indeed not seen Comrade Lao Zhu for a long time.

After saying goodbye to Stalingrad, I suddenly looked back and almost a year had passed.

During this year, Comrade Lao Zhu became the marshal, and Malashenko also successfully joined the ranks of generals. Although the changes were huge, for Malashenko, it is still worth remembering everything that happened in the past.

To be honest, without Zhukov's support and cultivation, Malashenko asked himself that he would not be where he is today, at least he would never have risen so quickly.

Zhukov sent himself to a bigger stage and even gave himself the opportunity to appear in front of his loving father, Comrade Stalin.

This kind of kindness cannot be repaid. For Malashenko, whose original goal was to survive in this war and has been implementing this goal to this day, even if Zhukov rewarded him with half his life, it is not enough. Pass.

There are many brave men on the battlefield, and there are also many thousand-mile horses who have died on the grassland all their lives undiscovered.

What would he be like now if Zhukov hadn't helped him? Maybe he is working hard towards the position of leader, or maybe he was killed by the Germans long ago.

Therefore, Malashenko has always taken the upcoming reunion after a long separation very seriously.

Yes, before the war was about to begin, Zhukov, who was inspecting the deployment of various main attack forces on the front line, naturally had to stop at the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division commanded by Malashenko. This was an inevitable result.

Malashenko, who had received the notice long ago, has been preparing for today. When he learned in the middle of the night that Marshal Zhukov's special machine would arrive this morning, Malashenko got up from bed early in the morning, washed and dressed. Neatly, he put on the brand-new general officer's uniform that he had thrown into the suitcase as soon as he returned to the army, and stamped all the medals and medals on his chest.

Standing in front of the mirror, Malashenko looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling.

"Why does he look so much like Brezhnev? Or "Brezhnev"?"

Various medals and medals came one after another, and he fought in all major battlefields in the north and south. Even Malashenko, who won two Hero of the Soviet Union medals, was unknowingly getting closer to the achievement of "medal body armor".

If this momentum continues, Malashenko estimates that if he is still alive when the Great Patriotic War is over, 80% of the metal in his chest may have to double in weight.

"I hate medals! If it weren't for this mischief, I could continue to indulge in the world of luxury and materialism. Why would I come to this damn place and risk my life with my head tied to my belt?"

What you say is what you say, but in fact it is what you say.

I want to ask if Gao will be happy after receiving so many honors? Just look at the curve of the corners of our Comrade Ma’s duplicitous mouth.

After all, what man can say no to military exploits and glory?

Of course, sissies and fresh meat are not considered men.

Zhukov's plane landed directly at the airport, and Malashenko once asked if he needed to pick him up personally.

The answer Zhukov gave in the telegram was only a very simple sentence: "Be ready and wait for me!"

Since Comrade Lao Zhu said so, Malashenko had no choice but to listen to his orders and follow them.

Considering that Zhukov will inevitably inspect the preparations and mental outlook of the troops during his trip, the preparation and training in the past few days has been conducted by Malashenko, Petrov, political commissar, and Lavrinenko. Everyone came together to fight and caught him ruthlessly.

Putting aside the veterans, even if it is painful and tiring, you can still bear it in your heart and not talk about it. Compared with real battlefield killing, this kind of training is really nothing.

But after this hellish training, the recruits who had just graduated from the Tank Corps School and were selected to join the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division were crying out from exhaustion.

Some people even have to lower their heads to lick with their tongues and put their mouths directly on the plate even when eating at night, just like animals. Because after a day's training, this arm was too tired to lift, and it would hurt even if it moved a little bit.

"In Siberia, even simple-trained stupid bears can push unicycles, and some can even ride bicycles! And here we still have a group of idiots who graduated from tank corps school, but can't even drive a tank! How many of them should I find? If the bears come to practice, at least they won’t cry tired!”

Comrade teachers are generally very kind, but they are not weak at all when they scold others.

To say that people are dumber than bears is indeed a bit too much, especially for this group of new recruits who think they are the top graduates of the school.

"This is the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, a unit with the name of a great leader, the most elite heavy tank unit in the Red Army! In school you were the elite among rookies, but here you are at the bottom! Some people think This bastard Malashenko is talking nonsense, stand up now and get on your tank! I will gather my crew to practice with you alone. If you win, I can rest without practicing!"

The rookies, who had practiced all day and had yet to take a bite, lined up and waited for instructions. Many of them looked directly at Malashenko, as if hesitating or considering, but in the end no one came forward.

"No? How disappointing! Go eat, and continue training in 20 minutes! The afternoon subjects are ammunition supply and vehicle maintenance. Those who fail to meet the standards will be punished to clean toilets for a week!"

It seems to have started from the political commissar, but now "cleaning toilets" has become one of the well-known punishment items in Stalin's First Guards Tank Division. This is not an easy job.

No one wants to carry an iron pole to vent physical strength, dig and hit the excrement that is sticking out of the pit and almost piercing the buttocks, and is frozen and hard, like a steel plate. It is a "horrible" thing just to think about it.

Fortunately, the hellish training over the past few days has been very effective, and now it is about to usher in the final acceptance moment.

Zhukov's motorcade arrived earlier than Malashenko expected. When the marshal who changed his fate got out of the car and walked forward, Malashenko, who had been waiting for a long time with his divisional leadership team, took the initiative to step forward and stand at attention to salute.

"Comrade Marshal, Major General Malashenko, the commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, reports to you! The 1st Heavy Tank Regiment has been assembled, please review it!"