Chapter 1483 The German Who Loves to Show Off

The front army headquarters did not say that smoking is not allowed. In fact, you ask a group of Slavic men who have to hold back their alcohol all day long not to even smoke. This is not realistic, let alone a group of people with blood flowing through their bodies. Soldiers with violent genes.

However, it is really rare to see people smoking at the door of the conference room. For most people, the conference room is the kind of place where people come only when they have something to do, and they don’t go there to join them if they have nothing to do. It's better not to go to places like this where big guys gather and hang out frequently. No one wants to spend all day with the bosses and bosses, right? Not to mention leaning here to smoke.

So when Vatutin and Zhukov saw Malashenko smoking at the door almost at the same time, the expressions on their faces suddenly made them laugh in unison.

"This kid really knows where to smoke. I was just wondering what he was doing after he arrived in the conference room."

The person who said this was Vatutin, and Zhukov who was walking beside him also smiled slightly.

"Let him smoke. He has hardly had any free time since the beginning of the Cherkasy War. He fought with the Germans in the snow and mud all day long. Now that he has finally calmed down, he can't stop smoking. Allow him to smoke.

Comrade Lao Zhu's intention to protect the calf was obvious, and Vatugin, who had long been accustomed to this, had no intention of saying anything more.

"Time is running out, Comrade Marshal. The Germans are already waiting for us inside. Let's go in and see what other tricks these Germans have left."

"Well, let's go."

Vatutin and Zhukov strode over with several of their entourages. Malashenko, who turned his head in the direction of the footsteps, quickly recognized the person coming. Then he threw the last cigarette in his hand into the trash can and raised his hand to salute Vatutin and Zhukov who were walking towards them.

"Comrade Marshal, Comrade Commander, Major General Malashenko, commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, are here to report!"

Malashenko heard that Zhukov had arrived at the front army headquarters and came down for inspection. This was told to him by Vatutin's personal aide, who had met Malashenko a few times and had a somewhat personal relationship with him, so at this moment he once again There was not much surprise on Malashenko's face when he saw Comrade Lao Zhu.

"Malashenko, what's the matter with coming to the front headquarters so late? Is there something wrong with your troops?"

Vatutin did not summon Malashenko to ask him to come to the front army headquarters. Vatutin, who was curious about this sudden and uninvited visit, asked questions as soon as he approached.

"It's nothing important, Comrade Commander. I'm just here to make a routine report and learn about tomorrow's combat deployment and mission status. Petrov was supposed to be here, but his health is really not good, so I came over in person. ”

Unless the military chief must be present at the regular meetings of the Front Army Headquarters, it is usually Political Commissar Petrov who attends them. To this day, Malashenko is still a person who doesn’t like meetings very much. When he was still a social worker, he didn’t like the leader’s beeping when he heard it, and he felt sleepy after listening to it.

Even now that he has become a "big leader", Malashenko does not like to chatter too much in the division-level meetings he chairs. If you have something to talk about, if you have nothing to do, you can quickly break up and go back to do your own business. Wouldn't it be nice to lie down on the bed and stare for a while to rest while you have no time to sit around? Why do you have to hold that boring meeting to waste your time and show off?

For the same reason, Malashenko does not like to attend larger meetings as a subordinate. Anyway, I just hid when I could and didn't bother to go much. In most cases, I left it to the political commissar comrades to do it for me.

If it weren't for Comrade Political Commissar's poor health and Comrade Ma's heartache, I would probably have fallen asleep after eating and drinking enough by now. It's really rare for Malashenko to take the initiative to come to a meeting.

Hearing the reason Malashenko gave, Vatutin, even though he was quite familiar with him, couldn't help but laugh instantly.

"You are still the same as before. Lying and saying nice things will probably never happen to you in this life. You will only tell the truth."

Being scolded by the comrade commander as if joking, Malashenko's reaction was just to scratch his head in embarrassment, nothing more.

"Have you seen those German guys?"

Not sure whether Malashenko or the German arrived first, Vatutin asked tentatively, and Malashenko, who nodded briefly, then replied.

"Well, I didn't take a closer look, but I just saw them entering the conference room. Four or five people, after being taught by us, still looked like arrogant and stinky shit. If someone who didn't know saw it, they might still look like this. I thought these Germans came to negotiate after winning the battle.”

Germans always like to show off. This makes Comrade Ma feel extremely uncomfortable every time he meets him. Paulus, the old bastard, was like this in Stalingrad, and he is still like this in 1944. I really don’t know. These German thugs have nothing to do all day long, they are just fucking blind chickens pretending to be cool.

"Soon they won't be, trust me, let's go in together."

Vatutin, who has already secured victory in the battle so far, doesn't care much whether the Germans will surrender. Even if he plans to fight to the end, at most, it will be settled by another battle tomorrow. The Red Army units that arrived one after another in the evening had completely surrounded the remaining German army groups from all directions, and main forces were deployed to guard every possible breakthrough point.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Germans are surrounded and cannot escape. With 100,000 people surrounding more than 30,000 people, and with absolute advantages in technical equipment and morale, it is absolutely impossible for these dying Germans to escape in Vatutin's view.

Malashenko, who tried to keep a low profile, followed Vatutin and Zhukov and entered the venue last. The people who were arranged to attend this special negotiation meeting had all arrived and sat down. As soon as Malashenko entered, he saw several Germans with stinky poker faces sitting on the left side of the venue like Buddha statues.

The stinky and pretentious look was exactly the same as the scene in Malashenko's impression, without any change.

"Sit next to me, Malashenko, no need to find another seat."

I wanted to find a relatively low-key place to sit, but before Malashenko could take action, he heard the order from Comrade Lao Zhu. Malashenko, who was more respectful than obedient, could only nod slightly and do so.

After everyone was formally seated, Vatutin's opening remarks quickly came out.