Chapter 1927 His Shadow Is Everywhere

"No need to thank me. Anyway, I just told you something that you Americans can figure out by yourselves a little bit in advance. Reading is just a simple mechanical synthesis. By the time you figure it out and make it into a system, we will have already popularized it throughout the army. I still have the advantage."

Malachenko muttered to himself, but his face remained calm. He just smiled at Jack.

To be able to tell this guy these things is because the cuckold and the mung bean are in love with each other. Sometimes people are like this. I like you and I am happy. I teach you more things depending on my mood. If you really want to say what he wants, Malachenko didn't have this plan from the beginning. He helped Jack purely to see if this kid can make a name for himself with some help. That's all.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. When you go back, how to compile these things into a book and how to carry out practical operations are what you should consider."

"If you really want to thank me, then keep it for now. When you can get this done, and you become a person in the future, and we meet again, it won't be too late for you to thank me then. By the way, get me a few bottles of your Coca-Cola. I love this stuff. Bring me two boxes as gifts."

After getting to know Malashenko, Jack found that this rumored strongest armored general of the Soviet Army and a double Soviet hero did not have too much airs, or how difficult to deal with. To be honest, he was still very approachable. At least he could not see that he looked down on others or had any prejudice against him. He was just talking about the facts.

So if Jack was to say how to give Malashenko an impression, it must be "excellent", no doubt about it.

Knowing that it was getting late, Jack did not stay too long. After a few simple words, he left. Malashenko was left alone in his room and finally had time to rest.

After washing up, he took off his clothes, went to bed and turned off the lights. Malashenko leaned against the headboard and felt the rare peace away from the battlefield. A slight ripple appeared in his heart.

"What is Natalia doing now? It's almost time, she should be sleeping like a kitten, right?"

"Damn, it's a sin. We are in the same city, and I can't go home. I have to live in this shitty place to serve John Bull and Cowboy. What the hell is going on?"

He muttered unwillingly and fell asleep soon. Malashenko, who had not slept well recently, fell asleep very quickly and slept very soundly. He didn't wake up until the sun was shining on his butt the next morning.

"Uh, what did you do today? Oh, yes, continue the class. Tomorrow I will take these people to Kubinka. It's hard work.

When Malashenko walked into the classroom with a briefcase and stood in front of the desk to become a teacher for the first time, in addition to this wonderful feeling, he couldn't help but thank the omnipotent comrade commissar again.

The commissar had already found some battle case analyses and detailed summaries and combat key points that could be used for special lectures from the combat archives of the division headquarters for Malashenko, and personally marked the excerpts, circling which ones needed to be emphasized and which ones were just mentioned casually or passed over.

In other words, the courseware materials that Malashenko needed to use for teaching the British and Americans were basically prepared by the commissar.

So that Malashenko, who was still leading troops to fight and personally participating in the battles at the front line, would not have to worry about such things after the battle, and could immediately set off to Moscow late at night to start teaching as soon as possible. class, so as to return to the front line as soon as possible and not affect the subsequent battles.

With both hands supporting the desk in front of him, he looked at the class materials spread out on it, which were organized very neatly and clearly marked from beginning to end. Malashenko, with a warm heart, also lamented that if the political commissar really disappeared one day, would he really be able to adapt to such a sudden change?

His shadow is everywhere in his life. If he suddenly disappeared, what is the difference between this and the whole life collapsing in half in an instant?

When he thought that such a day would eventually come at an unpredictable node in the near future, and it could not be stopped anyway, Malashenko, who only had a sigh in his heart, finally picked up the chalk and pointer at hand and raised his head again.

"This is the first class I will teach you today. I hope you will remember the title of today's course clearly: the basic overview of cluster armored warfare and basic practical tactics. "

All of you here are not rookies, let alone military academy students. It stands to reason that Malashenko does not need to teach them these most basic theoretical common sense.

But one reason that cannot be ignored is that the set of things Malashenko talks about is the Red Army version, which is very different from the set of things of their allies. It is not an exaggeration to say that they know nothing about it.

If you want to better complete the courses after understanding, today's basic theory class is undoubtedly the top priority of the foundation of the high building. None of you who are well aware of this have any opinions or think that Malashenko deliberately talks nonsense to them. Instead, they are all concentrating and concentrating on listening to the class and taking notes.

More importantly, it is a basic truth that applies no matter where you go.

The army, a violent institution, is a place that respects the strong the most. Only the strong are qualified to preach, otherwise it is all funny.

As long as you are strong enough and much stronger than everyone present, no one will stand up to refute you even if you say something that everyone knows. Details determine success or failure. Who doesn't want to learn some details that they didn't know before from a super strong person? The answer is of course no.

The first day was a basic theory class, and the second day was a practical operation class.

According to the requirements of these British and American guys, Malashenko personally led this group of people to the Kubinka weapons test site in the suburbs of Moscow.

This famous Russian tank museum in later generations is still a military stronghold that is not open to the public.

Malashenko only heard later that the German super railway gun he had seized outside Stalingrad was the second lady Dora. It was also in this place that Comrade Stalin and a group of senior officials in Moscow reviewed and completed the test firing. After that, Comrade Stalin authorized and permitted it to be officially renamed "Red Stalingrad" and become the equipment of the Red Army.

However, when I came to Kubinka today, I didn't see the Red Stalingrad of everyone.

Malashenko brought the British and Americans here today to teach these guys, whose lowest military rank is major, to experience the main tank equipment of the Red Army and do some simple and basic tactical coordination.

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