Chapter 1939 Let Us Fight Together

Although it seems nothing special now, Malashenko knows very well how valuable these twelve identical silver custom-made Tokarev pistols will be in a certain year in the future.

Perhaps those fanatical light weapons collectors in the future will be crazy about this thing? Such a rare treasure also has extremely special commemorative significance. There are only a few in total. If you can get one and put it in the collection cabinet, it is a face-saving and bragging thing in the circle.

Picking up the first gun on the tray, feeling the cold and heavy texture being held tightly in his hand, Malashenko felt that he could travel through time to see how this thing would be hyped up in the future. As long as you have one in your hand, you can definitely make a fortune.

"Look who is the first idiot to receive the award. Let me see. Eh, Jack? Why is it the old guy again?"

If we talk about who Comrade Lao Ma is most familiar with among the Allied officers, Major General Charleson who gave the gift must be one of them. If we count another one, it must be Jack, the "weird and special" guy.

This guy came to the Soviet Union with a purpose that was obviously different from that of ordinary people, wanting to see me and learn some tricks. Even if such a reason still feels outrageous to Malashenko now, it can be said to be unbelievable, but some things in reality are crazier than the nonsense on the Internet. When it really happens, you can only passively accept it and have no other way.

"Well, after all, he is a good person. It's a little outrageous, but it's no big deal."

Thinking so in his heart, Malashenko turned around with a gun in one hand and a medal in the other hand, and looked at Jack not far away, who was a little short of breath with an uncontrollable excitement on his face. The restlessness in his heart was basically written clearly on his face.

"Congratulations, Jack. You have stood out from many peer competitors as an outstanding student and a champion tank assembly filler in the "Tank Biathlon" competition, and have won this honor and reward for yourself."

After putting the medal on Jack and completing the gun-awarding ceremony, Malashenko, who had done all this, had one last word to give to the person in front of him.

"May this be the first victory and glory of your life and the turning point of your military career. The evil fascists will be buried, and victory will belong to us. For the just cause of all mankind, I wish you can lead your soldiers to triumph on the battlefield in the future. I believe you can do it."

Jack is a person with considerable flaws in his character, which is also the reason why he is not trusted by his superiors. This stems from his extremely special childhood experience. But putting these aside, just based on his character and recent contacts, to be fair, at least Jack is a good person, humble and sincere to others, so sincere that even Malashenko feels that such a fool is easy to be hurt.

Some things just follow your feelings, and no one can tell for sure. For example, Malashenko still can't explain why he is willing to help Jack. Perhaps it is just "I like this guy, we can get along well, I want to help him, I am willing to help" is the most consistent with Malashenko's cognition.

Although the other party is several years younger than him, Jack is sure that he respects and even worships the tall and strong man in front of him who looks like an iron tower.

At first, it was due to the absolute strength of the other party. For Jack's feelings at the time, it was more like being conquered and shocked.

Later, Jack felt that some things were changing silently in the subtle changes that he failed to notice in time. It was as if Malashenko gave him a feeling that was getting closer and closer to the old friend who helped him a lot and encouraged him all the way in his military career: Clayton Abrams.

However, Jack did not intend to tell Malashenko about this. The feelings between men do not need to be communicated in words. The principles of understanding and empathy are always applicable between men.

"Thank you, General. I will keep in mind the knowledge and doctrines you taught me, and I will always remember my identity as a student today. I hope that the next time we meet again, it will be a moment of victory."

"Yeah"

The award ceremony is still going on, and Malashenko does not have much time to continue chatting with Jack.

Just say a few simple words and express your feelings. As for the rest of the trivial matters, there is no need to waste time to solve them between the men.

The first to receive the award is naturally the champion team. After Jack was determined to be the first to receive the award by drawing lots within the team, the second winner is Major General Charleson.

"Brother, I don't think we need to talk more nonsense between us, right?"

Looking at Malashenko's playful expression, Major General Charleson, who has already deepened his understanding of Malashenko, was not surprised. Perhaps it is this real and unsuspecting appearance that makes Malashenko more approachable. Major General Charleson thinks this is probably the most successful part of Malashenko, a young extraordinary genius, in dealing with people.

"If you say no, then I believe the answer is no. After all, students should follow the teacher's teachings, right?"

While taking the gun from Malashenko, he also joked. Major General Charleson, who took the gun with his left hand and raised it with his right hand, was obviously ready with a smile on his face. He shook hands with Malashenko in the next moment.

"Let's fight side by side and send those fascists to their deaths together!"

The remaining awardees did not leave a deep impression on Malashenko, or rather, Jack and Major General Charleson left a deep impression on him, and the others seemed too ordinary in comparison. It doesn't matter what you say, anyway, this is the general situation.

It was not until the last gun was fired that Malashenko, who returned the award with a smile and came to his senses amid the grand applause from the audience, suddenly remembered something.

"Huh? Didn't someone say that someone was going to give me an award? Who is it? I haven't received the award yet, buddy, who is going to give me the award? Don't you think they stood me up?"

Looking east and west, he couldn't see the figure of some suitable big shot who could give him the award.

And let alone the big shot, Malashenko, who scanned the crowd back and forth twice, found that even Malokov disappeared without a trace.

Malashenko twitched his eyebrows, feeling as if he had been fooled. It seemed that today's matter would probably not come to a satisfactory conclusion.