Chapter 1583: Strange Visitor

"Is there anything I should pay attention to after meeting Morozov?"

"Nothing you need to pay attention to, but he needs to pay attention to his words and deeds. After all, you are now a great hero of the motherland, and Morozov has no right to point fingers at you or treat you poorly.

"There are some things that really need attention. Since the Battle of Kursk, various responsibilities and burdens have almost made him breathless. Compared with the past, he now seems to have a weird personality, occasionally loses his temper, and his tolerance for mistakes is much lower than before. But I don't think this has much to do with you, but his subordinates are often unlucky and scolded. "

"No big deal? Are you sure? What if I get scolded too?"

"Oh, a weird personality doesn't mean he has lost his mind. He still knows who he is, and he also knows who you are. Just let it go. "

Looking at the scenery flashing by like a slideshow outside the car window, Malashenko can still recall what Kotin said to him.

What state is Morozov in now?

Crazy? Stupid? Or a bit of both?

Maybe, anyway, it's hard to guess now, it's better to wait until you actually meet Morozov and the truth will be revealed.

"Dealing with him won't be harder than dealing with the Germans. Kotin is right. Let's go and meet him first. "

I was going to help Morozov, so there didn't seem to be much reason to be nervous.

If he refused even the people who came to help with good intentions, then this person might really have a problem with his brain.

With such a somewhat uneasy mood, he finally got off the train and arrived at the terminal. Malashenko, who was not used to traveling with an entourage, kept wandering around alone. Many people found it strange, although Malashenko himself didn't care about it.

The Second Design Bureau led by Morozov was not too far away from the First Design Bureau led by Kotin, and they were both in the Nizhny Tagil region.

At the beginning When the Germans attacked and the front line evacuated to the rear, Comrade Stalin personally ordered Kotin and Morozov's respective teams to withdraw here. Maybe it was to let them be closer to each other so that they could cooperate more conveniently, or maybe it was to feel the competitive pressure at hand and turn it into motivation for progress. It is hard to say what the reason was.

But now, the reasons for these things are obviously not important today. What is important is what results and impacts Malashenko is about to do, which is the key point of the problem.

Kotin once suggested to Malashenko: Before departure, First, inform Morozov so that Morozov can send someone to pick him up at the station, so that he won't run around in an unfamiliar place and get the wrong place.

However, Malashenko rejected Kotin's proposal, saying that Comrade Ma wanted to quietly see what Morozov was planning. It could be said to be a surprise or an accident. In short, Morozov was really unaware of Malashenko's arrival.

And now, Malashenko, who had just got off the train, stood alone on the platform, holding his suitcase in his left hand and the map he got from Kotin in his right hand, which clearly marked the way to Morozov. How to get to Lozov.

However, the maps of this era are far from being as good as the maps taken by satellites in later generations. Even though Malashenko is used to looking at the front-line maps and has a high recognition ability, this city map with many twists and turns and the first time he saw it still made our old comrade Ma dizzy.

He looked at it for a long time, and from time to time he raised his head to try to determine the landmarks based on the tall buildings within his field of vision. Standing on the platform like a fool, looking around with the map in hand, Malashenko still couldn't understand it.

"Damn, the maps of this era are so fucking hard to use! Isn't it better to take out your mobile phone to look at the satellite navigation map than this? Fuck! "

Malachenko, who started to curse and muttered, didn't notice that he had attracted other people's attention.

After all, it was wartime now. A stranger who didn't belong here was looking around on the platform with a suitcase and a map in hand. This would inevitably arouse some reasonable suspicion.

It's just that Malachenko wore a coat over the uniform of a major general of a tank soldier, and a wide-brimmed military cap on his head. The big man of more than 1.9 meters stood here, and he really didn't look like a spy or a saboteur.

"Uh, comrade general, I'm the platform inspector here. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hmm?"

Malachenko, who was still concentrating on the crowd around him, didn't notice that one of the footsteps was coming towards him.

It wasn't until Malachenko really turned around in the direction of the sound that he found that a young lieutenant who was a whole head shorter than him was looking up at him.

"Oh, it's General Malachenko! It's you! I didn't expect to see you here, Comrade General! "

Many people had this reaction when they saw their own face for the first time. Malashenko had long been accustomed to it and was not surprised.

My current popularity in the Soviet Union is probably not much worse than some superstars in later generations. The frequent visitor of Pravda is talking about me.

"Hello, comrade lieutenant. I want to know how to meet Comrade Morozov. His second design bureau is nearby. Can you help me?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the map and asked the lieutenant in front of him. It was great to have a local who was familiar with the route and terrain to help him, so Malashenko knew that it was the best opportunity, so he didn't intend to miss it.

The young lieutenant was still immersed in the surprise of meeting Malashenko for the first time. He was just like a star-chasing boy who saw his idol in person in the future. It took him a long time to come back to his senses when facing the questions raised by Malashenko.

"Of course, of course, comrade general."

"I know how to get to Morozov's second design bureau. Please follow me. I will drive you there. It will take less than ten minutes to get there after leaving the station."

With the help of the enthusiastic lieutenant, Malashenko, who didn't even have to carry his luggage, was free. He just followed the lieutenant's ass all the way out of the station and came to the GAZ jeep to sit down.

"You are a celebrity in the motherland, Comrade General, and a great hero."

"My son especially admires you. He always tells me, 'Dad, when I grow up, I want to be like General Malashenko and drive a majestic tank to defend the motherland.' Ha, these roaring diesel war machines always make men's blood boil, even little boys are no exception!"