Chapter 2125 There Is Another Good News

Malachenko's answer undoubtedly satisfied Vatutin, or as long as Malachenko said this, Vatutin was sure that he could do it, just like in the past. Google search reading

"I will coordinate the equipment and personnel replenishment as soon as possible. In fact, I have already started preparing before you came. When I received the telegram, I knew you would need these."

"There is also good news to tell you. Your old friend, the motherland's excellent heavy tank master Kotin, sent a telegram to the front headquarters just three days ago when you were fighting in southern Poland."

"He said that a batch of agreed things will be delivered soon. This is specially prepared for the leader division. I hope you will be satisfied with it. In addition, we need to prepare a combat feedback report for him. The subsequent equipment improvement and large-scale production will be needed."

"The original text of the telegram is here. You should take a look. Maybe you should call him back or something. Anyway, you decide."

I haven't contacted Kotin for a while. Of course, there is Morozov. Malashenko doesn't know how the two brothers who used to be at odds with each other and were competitors are cooperating now, but I think they should be doing well now after my last matchmaking.

As for the "agreed things" mentioned by Kotin, Malashenko can remember what it is.

Apart from Shashmurin, who had just received the actual combat feedback report he had sent, the only thing that could be considered "agreed upon" was Kotin's. However, Malashenko was not quite sure how this thing that did not exist in the existing history would actually be presented after his own description and guidance and Kotin's "tinkering".

It was estimated that we would not know until the thing was actually delivered to us.

"I think I know what it is. He and I had such an agreement, Comrade Commander."

While reading the telegram quickly, he also answered Vatutin's words. Seeing that Malashenko knew about this, Vatutin simply did not ask any more questions. Anyway, it is a well-known fact that Malashenko and the military masters in the rear have a tacit cooperation.

From the masters of designing large-scale land warfare such as Kotin and Morozov to the rookie master of individual weapons and rifles, Kalashnikov, Malashenko seems to be able to tinker with and give advice on everything, and he can really get unanimous praise from the design masters. Every once in a while, they will come to Malashenko to "work together".

Only Malashenko's main occupation is a well-known Red Army tank hero in his motherland. This priority is irreplaceable and must be guaranteed.

Otherwise, Vatutin estimated that Malashenko should have been pulled into the military industry system long ago, and worked with the design masters to plan the future national defense and military industry development of the motherland. Such an all-round talent must not be let go.

Chatting and talking, in short, Malashenko finally basically cleared up the mess of the front headquarters, and could receive some documents and written orders from the comrade of the front chief of staff and set off to return. There was still a mess of things waiting for him to deal with at the division headquarters.

"Well, you have to come again the day after tomorrow. The front headquarters will hold a combat meeting. Commanders and political commissars above the army level must be present. You will have to drive again the day after tomorrow. Remember to be prepared."

Malachenko, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, flipped through the written order documents about the operations in the next few days, and chatted with Iushkin who was driving the car in the driver's seat.

After hearing what Malachenko said, Iushkin, who was in doubt, spoke without thinking much.

"Above the army level? We are only at the division level. Are you sure we need to attend this meeting?"

Malachenko paused flipping through the documents in his hand and glanced at Iushkin. He found that this innocent and silly guy really looked serious, and did not seem to be pretending to be stupid. Malachenko shook his head with a helpless smile and said something casually.

"Then just treat us as military-level, and the rest is not important."

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Ivushkin, who didn't quite understand what Malashenko meant, was still a little confused, but he didn't think about it any further. Anyway, he was not a division commander, he just drove a car for others as a driver, and he was just curious about the things that the big guys should worry about. If there is really some relationship, what does it have to do with him? There is no need to take it seriously.

Malashenko, who commanded the convoy to return to the train station, still had a lot of things to do.

Political Commissar Petrov commanded the field division headquarters, which was set up only 2 kilometers away from the train station. This was also done to facilitate the coordination and command of the troop movements and the receipt of additional supplies, equipment and personnel. It would always be more convenient to be closer to the transportation hub, which was inevitable.

Malashenko, who first went to the train station and then to the division headquarters, just took a break and threw the documents he brought back to the political commissar on the table. Then he picked up the jar on the table and drank water like a cow.

"I say, can't you bring a kettle with you next time? Is your kettle welded in the tank and can't be taken out? I haven't seen you use it outside the car."

After drinking it all in one breath and wiping his mouth, Malashenko threw the empty jar on the table. This quenched his thirst, and he lit a cigarette for himself, pulled a chair and sat down and spoke.

"Don't mention it. I always forget things. Every time I say I'll bring it out, I forget to hang it on the backrest. On the way back, I said I'd drink something from someone else's pot, but it was so cold that it got stuck in my teeth and I'd have diarrhea. I could only bear it and drink something hot when I got back to the division headquarters."

Malashenko reached out to flick the ash into the ashtray on the table, and then he started to speak seriously with a fairy-like look in his mouth.

"Comrade Commander promised to give us priority in allocating supplements. We will have all kinds of supplements and make up for any shortages as soon as possible. He will be personally responsible for coordination and dispatch."

"But we have to complete the rest of the troops within three days. The commander only gave me three days. After three days, he will come down to inspect the troops in person. This time is a bit tight. We have to call all the key personnel to hold a meeting and arrange specific tasks. We can't complete the task by just working blindly for 72 hours."

Malachenko had not finished speaking yet. Comrade Political Commissar, who had just finished revising a document and signed it and put down his pen, was about to speak. Unexpectedly, the phone on the table suddenly rang at this time.

"Hello, Political Commissar of the Division Headquarters, please speak"