Chapter 1908 Eight Groups of Pigs

"Congratulations, General Charleson. I have just received notification that Moscow has approved your application to meet with General Malashenko. We have also informed the US representative, Major General Andrews, that you will all have an interview. Time to meet Comrade General."

It’s done, it’s finally done!

During the tossing and turning that lasted all night, Major General Charlieson thought several times that the Soviets would change their minds midway and be unwilling to let their precious generals come to meet foreigners on their side.

After all, although the United States, Britain and the Soviet Union are allies on the surface, everyone knows in private that the two and three countries are fundamentally incompatible worlds with different ideas and completely different values. If this can still piss the same pot Here, it would be strange to force them to play together happily. At present, it is just a temporary team formed because of a common enemy like the Germans.

Now that the Soviets actually agreed, this was a surprise and a huge gift from God for Major General Charleson, who had been on tenterhooks all night. His trip to the Soviet Union was finally not going to end with just watching the war. A journey of meaning.

"This is really the best news I have heard today. To be precise, it should be the best news I have heard since I came to the Soviet Union! Colonel Ivanov."

Major General Charlieson did not hide his happiness and excitement. In fact, under the premise that you took the initiative to submit an application and specifically wanted to meet a young major general by name, it is actually unnecessary and pointless to make too many false disguises. significance.

The Soviets are not fools, so why can't they see your little thoughts?

I took the initiative to submit the application but kept asking about the progress every now and then. Now that I've allowed you to see me and told you the good news, you're still pretending to be reserved and act like it's nothing? Come on, this pretense is not good at all.

"So, when will the meeting be scheduled? I need a specific time, Colonel Ivanov, so that my colleagues can prepare in advance to learn from General Malashenko."

"This is okay"

Hearing Major General Charleson's question, Colonel Ivanov, who had expected to be asked such a question, shook his head, smiled slightly, and quickly answered again.

"As I said yesterday, this will have to wait until Comrade General has finished handling the battle at hand and completed the combat tasks assigned to him by his superiors." The relevant arrangements have been put on the agenda. When the date is confirmed, I will notify you as soon as possible. Please be assured of this.

"After all, this is a war era, and the Great Patriotic War is still going on. Long live understanding, am I right?"

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Major General Charleson, who had been smiling just now, suddenly had a stiff expression, but it was unrealistic to put on an ugly face. How could he show off his face when asking for help? Major General Charlieson, who felt quite disappointed, could only agree with a smile in the end.

"Then thank you, sir, but we really don't have enough time. The war is still spreading and raging in Europe. If possible, please arrange it as soon as possible."

Hearing that the British major general in front of him even used his honorific title, Colonel Ivanov's smile widened even more and he just laughed.

"That's natural. Please don't worry, General."

Malashenko, who had just been temporarily free from the quagmire of the war, did not know that there was such a group of people talking about him in a friendly position not far from him, and even wanted to see him quickly.

After fighting fiercely all day yesterday and surrounding the defeated Germans in the suburbs all night, Malashenko, who had planned to continue taking action at dawn and sent these fascist lackeys on their way, was slightly surprised. I heard unexpected news.

After thinking about life all night, the German commander on the opposite side had decided to lead his troops to surrender unconditionally. He only asked for the most basic and fair treatment of prisoners.

"This Sukka has eight infantry regiments in his hands. Eight regiments collapsed in just one day and one night? We can't catch all the pigs in eight regiments in one day and one night, right?"

Iushkin, who was always nagging whenever he had nothing to do, was complaining that the Germans were too stretched and the beatings were not satisfying enough. It was far from enough to make him feel satisfied with the revenge and anger in his heart.

When Malashenko, who was standing next to the tank and holding a tank cap in his hand, heard this, Iushkin added this at the right time.

"The pigs in the Eighth Regiment don't know how to survive, but the Germans in the Eighth Regiment know. It's that simple."

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Now that we are exempted from fighting, we have to do other things, such as checking on the prisoners and condolences to the wounded. These are all matters that need to be handled personally by the division commander Malashenko.

The situation is no longer what it used to be. Comrade political commissar, whose health is getting worse day by day, can no longer do all the work for Malashenko as he did in the past. Malashenko also wanted Comrade Political Commissar to continue to witness the victory of the war together, but he had to ask Comrade Political Commissar to pay attention to his health, even if he was a little busy and tired, that would be fine.

It was just that as soon as Malashenko stepped into the division headquarters camp with his left foot and raised his right leg, he saw Comrade Political Commissar walking towards his direction holding a telegram in his hand.

"Yes, this must be another message from above."

Malashenko's guess was correct. Comrade Political Commissar's immediate words after he arrived confirmed his guess, but he was still a little surprised.

"There is an urgent call from the Front Army Headquarters. Commander Vatutin is on his way. He will soon come to the front line to inspect. The first stop will be our division headquarters."

"Comrade Commander? Why is he here again? No, I mean, it's so far away, is it necessary for him to come here in person?"

The straight-line distance between the Northern Salient and the location of the Front Command is as much as 70 or 80 kilometers, and this is the result of the Front Command moving forward with the advancement of the front. If it is calculated according to the previous position, it should be farther away.

There is no way. The Northern Salient is the northern border of the theater of operations under the responsibility of Vatutin's Third Belorussian Front, which is directly connected to the Baltic Front. The encirclement and suppression of the salient was completed by the two fronts. It is not surprising that Vatutin ran so far to the northernmost border of the theater of operations he was responsible for.

The strange thing is that Vatutin has been hanging around the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division recently. In Malashenko's impression, this should be the third meeting since the start of Operation Bagration.

The first time was "Comrade Lao Ma, I heard that you have made a fortune", and the second time was when he completed the train robbery and went to hand over the treasure. I don't know what the third meeting is about.

Anyway, Malashenko figured it out. It was definitely because Vatutin came to him for no reason. Fortunately, the officers and soldiers of the combat troops could not leave the troops during the war, otherwise he would probably be summoned to the front headquarters and run around, which would definitely be more troublesome.

"What could this be?"

Malashenko pondered for a long time and couldn't figure it out. He held the telegram in his hand and couldn't find the result. In the end, he had no choice but to speak to the political commissar beside him.

"Notify the guard company to assemble and prepare to welcome the commander. I will lead the team myself."