Chapter 191 The Red Navy Goes Ashore

After extending his right hand to receive the certificate from the guard in front of him, Malashenko suddenly realized that the guard in front of him, who was wearing a dark black uniform, had a blue and white striped shirt lining on his collar. Such an outfit made Malashenko react instantly after a flash of inspiration.

"A question, comrade guard, are you sailors from the Baltic Fleet?"

Faced with Malashenko's sudden question, the two guards looked at each other and spoke frankly without hiding anything.

"Yes, comrade major."

After hearing the same answer from the guard in front of him, Malashenko, who quietly took back his certificate with a calm face, was not surprised.

After all, the only Soviet army that could wear the sailor shirt symbolizing "elite Russians" during World War II was the sailors of the Red Navy.

Among the military fans of later generations, there is such a joke that is widely circulated as a benchmark for identifying the combat effectiveness of the Russian army.

The Russian soldiers who are neatly dressed and holding brand-new rifles with tactical accessories are generally the most ordinary Russian troops, and their combat effectiveness has reached the qualified level.

The Russian soldiers who are dressed in sloppy clothes, look like hooligans, and hold worn-out rifles are generally a group of old Russian soldiers, who are the backbone of the Russian front-line troops.

And the guys who are both sloppy and drunk, holding old Soviet-era guns such as AK and SVD and wearing a sailor shirt are definitely the elite of the Russian army. If terrorists provoke these guys, they can only blame themselves.

Although this so-called "Russian Army Combat Effectiveness Quick Identification Method" is just a joke among military fans, it is undeniable that the sailor shirt, a very distinctive dress, is an important identification symbol of elite troops even in the Russian army in the 21st century.

During World War II, the Red Navy, which had no battles to fight on the sea, not only provided naval gun support to the army comrades, but also a considerable number of Red Navy sailors went ashore directly to use light weapons and confront the German army face to face.

These Red Navy sailors, wearing black navy uniforms and a signature sailor shirt inside, once burst out with extremely amazing combat effectiveness after going ashore.

Some German troops who originally launched an attack on the Red Army positions not only failed to complete the predetermined mission objectives in the end, but were beaten up by these Red Army sailors wearing sailor shirts who went ashore. In the end, they were even driven back to their starting positions with bayonets on their buttocks like ducks by the Red Army sailors who shouted the slogan Ura, which was very embarrassing.

The German soldiers who were psychologically traumatized by the Red Navy who went ashore once called them "striped demons" and "black devils" with lingering fears. As the standard uniform of the Red Navy sailors, the sailor shirts, which everyone had, became an important symbol for the German army to identify the Red Navy who went ashore.

Just like the reaction of the Allied and Soviet troops once they found out that their opponents were the elite divisions of the Waffen SS, the German army, seeing the bears on the opposite side of their positions each wearing a sailor shirt, would also immediately be extremely vigilant and go all out. The legend of "the elite Russians all wear sailor shirts" has been widely circulated among the German army since then.

Recalling these classic stories in his mind, Malashenko couldn't help laughing and shaking his head as he walked forward.

The German army, which conquered the whole of Europe and was considered the world's number one elite army, was beaten and fled by the Red Navy after landing. If such a result had not really happened, it would be almost unbelievable.

"Well, with these guys in Leningrad, I guess they can make those Germans suffer a little. I really wonder if the combat effectiveness of these Red Navy landing is as amazing as the legend says."

Malashenko sighed in his heart and walked alone on the crowded and busy dock. The scattered goods piled up like a hill were waiting to be shipped.

These water supply materials, mainly food, supplemented by medicine and munitions, have now become the last straw for the soldiers and civilians of Leningrad who are surrounded on three sides.

Looking at the dock workers and Red Army officers who are busy carrying these materials and directing the work, Malashenko, who is quite emotional, came to the small building of the dock port office soon, ready to find the highest commander here to ask about the relevant situation of transporting his troops across the lake.

"Major Malashenko, please follow me, Colonel Baranovsky has been waiting for you for a long time."

After showing the documents and waiting for the summons in the routine work procedures, a young naval adjutant who came straight from the small building of the port office immediately spoke respectfully to Malashenko.

Following the adjutant of Colonel Baranovsky, they came all the way to the innermost office on the third floor of the port office. A neatly dressed Red Navy colonel who looked about 40 years old was behind his desk, correcting the documents at hand.

"Comrade Colonel, I have received Major Malashenko. What instructions do you have?"

Following the direction of the voice, Colonel Baranovsky raised his head and put down the pen in his hand. He immediately saw Malashenko standing upright in front of him. Seeing the Red Navy colonel in front of him looking at him, Malashenko took a step forward without any hesitation.

"Comrade Colonel, Major Malashenko, the commander of the 1st Independent Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion, reports to you. I wish you good health."

Although he is not affiliated with the same military branch, he is still two levels higher than Malashenko. Seeing this, Colonel Baranovsky, who is behind the desk, immediately stood up and returned a greeting to Malashenko. The voice he spoke quietly sounded a bit inconsistent with his age.

"You go down first, Potav. I will contact you if I need you. Now let Major Malashenko and I stay alone for a while."

"Yes, Comrade Colonel."

Watching his personal adjutant close the door and leave, Colonel Baranovsky, who heard the gradually fading footsteps in the corridor outside the door, pointed to the sofa next to the desk and spoke to Malashenko.

"Please sit down, Major Malashenko, let's sit down and talk."

After the two people in the office were seated, Colonel Baranovsky, who had been prepared for Malashenko's arrival, finally spoke again slowly.

"Originally, I was planning to send a liaison officer to the station to pick you up, Comrade Major. But earlier today, German planes bombed the dock again. We have a lot of ships and personnel and supplies that need to be rescued. We really can't spare any extra manpower. I hope you can understand this."