Chapter 1938 Lao Ma Awards Prizes

"Now let's invite our chief instructor, the hero of the motherland, General Malashenko to present awards to outstanding and award-winning trainees!"

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Pah pah pah pah——

Looking at the focused gazes of the crowd of people around him, Comrade Malokov's pure American English that had just fallen off the stage was still echoing in his ears. Malashenko, who had just been chatting awkwardly with Major General Charlieson next to him, was a little confused for a moment and couldn't recover. He blinked twice and then realized what he should do now. .

"Oh, it's time for me to appear. I have to go on stage to present the award."

Although with the help of the spare uniform that Malokov hurriedly sent last night, he would not be embarrassed to wear the tank soldier major general's uniform that had been crumpled into butt paper, but Comrade Ma still had to face a comparison Awkward question: He came back this time without even a medal.

Where is the medal, you ask? They were all left on the front line, thrown into their suitcases and handed over to the political commissar comrades for safekeeping.

Maybe he was too busy, or he really didn't expect this to happen. In short, even the political commissar, who was always thoughtful, didn't remind Malashenko to bring all the medals.

And our Comrade Lao Ma, who has always been in Madaha, also "lives up to expectations". No one reminded him that he would never have thought of such a thing. It is true that he didn't bring back even a medal with him.

This has led to the fact that although Malashenko is now wearing a brand-new tank corps major general uniform, his chest is bare and has nothing. Putting on the tank corps major general uniform, he still looks like someone who just graduated from the military academy. He was like a new recruit who had just graduated and had no military exploits. There was something indescribably weird about him.

"You should have told me about this earlier. Even if I borrowed a medal for you to get through this, it would be fine. But now it's too late."

Malokov was walking down the podium, while Malashenko was walking up the makeshift wooden stairs.

When the two faced each other and looked at each other, Malokov couldn't help but said this to Malashenko, who was walking towards him. However, Comrade Ma only said this to him. He spread his hands with a helpless smile.

"I can't help it. My brain is not working well and I forget everything easily. This is what I can do now."

"Why"

It is true that Malokov, who was convinced by Malashenko, did not stay much longer. After letting out a long sigh, he walked down the steps and left the podium. The next time it was time for Malashenko to play the leading role in the performance.

A group of outstanding students who are about to receive medals and awards are already lined up and standing on the podium at this moment, waiting for the arrival of the glorious moment, all with their heads held high.

Dressed in straight military uniforms prepared in advance, and the majestic and domineering IS2 heavy tanks lined up behind them, together they formed an unforgettable iron-blooded scene.

For most men with passion flowing in their bodies, this is an exciting scene that they cannot refuse to say no to. Even the Pravda reporter, who has been waiting for this moment for a long time in the audience, can't help but hit the right moment. He pressed the camera in his hand.

"Well, let me take a look at the first one, Major Anderson, an outstanding student, and a Yankee. Do you think it would be more appropriate to hang this thing at the gate of the air force base?"

Malashenko, who was complaining inwardly, glanced at the list of names placed next to the award plate. The Red Army soldier holding the award plate was standing respectfully in a military posture, waiting for Malashenko to pick up the tray from the tray in front of him. Take away what's in it.

Malashenko took out one of the medals and blinked. An indescribable feeling lingered in his heart. Strictly speaking, this was the first time that he had given a medal on such a serious occasion. With so many people collectively conferring honors and awards, Malashenko was a little uncomfortable being watched by so many pairs of eyes.

"Forget it, it's no big deal, I just do whatever I have to do."

Holding the medal in hand, Malashenko made up his mind and then turned around, adjusting his original serious face to a warm smile and facing the recipient.

When he carefully pinned the metal medal in his hand to the chest of the US Army Major who was at his age and perhaps a few years older than himself, Malashenko, who had already prepared the words, followed. Speak with a smile.

"Congratulations, Major Anderson. You have received this precious medal as an outstanding cadet. This is an affirmation of your personal ability and hard work for half a month, and it is also the friendship forged by the Soviet Union, the United States and Britain in the flames of war. Witness. May you continue to fight bravely against the evil forces of Fascism in the future battlefields until you win the final victory."

The award speech was a standard template prepared in advance, so there was no need for Malashenko to improvise. This saved Malashenko a lot of trouble and made everything simpler.

When Malashenko's right hand stretched forward was tightly grasped, Major Anderson, whose excitement was beyond words, could not help himself.

"Thank you for your teaching and guidance over the past few days, General. I will definitely use what I learned in the Soviet Union for the great cause of anti-Fascism for all mankind, and live up to expectations!"

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Malashenko, who was speechless, just smiled and shook hands with each other, but he complained in his heart, "I have high expectations for you! You American emperors have not done harm to anyone for three days, and you have no energy to walk. You are worse than that gang." A German stick is not strong enough." Behind the superficial hypocrisy, it can only be said to be perfunctory, at least in Malashenko's case.

Moving forward one step to the second recipient, Malashenko took a deep breath and turned around to touch the medal in the tray. He also took a look at the introduction of the recipients on the list next to him and confirmed it in order to avoid calling the wrong names and ranks and making embarrassment on the spot.

The medal ceremony was held until the last 12 people. These 12 people were the champion, runner-up and third-place teams of the "Tank Biathlon" actual confrontation competition that Malashenko had improvised. There were 4 people in each car and 3 champion, runner-up and third-place teams. These were the last 12 people.

The things they received were also richer than those outstanding students before. In addition to the outstanding student medals they already had, they would also receive 12 silver-shiny customized commemorative edition Tokarev TT33 pistols.

The only thing that might be considered insufficient was that these 12 commemorative edition pistols did not have the details and grade distinction of the champion, runner-up and third-place teams.

Because when the work of custom-making this batch of commemorative guns for prizes started a month ago, no one expected that Malashenko would come up with such a cool job that he had to distinguish the first, second, third, and first, second, and third place teams.

At that time, the purpose of making this batch of commemorative pistols was simply to use them as prizes for outstanding students, nothing more, and they were matched with medals.

As for separating them separately as exclusive prizes for the first, second, and third place teams, it was the final result that Malashenko decided after consulting with Malokov.

According to our old comrade Ma, it was for no other reason than to make the awarding of these exclusive customized commemorative guns more meaningful. How boring would it be if they were matched with medals as accessories? Isn't it?