Chapter 2287 Reunion Moment

Malachenko had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet Comrade Zhu again. Google Search Reading

What did that say?

Well, there is always a gap between imagination and reality. Although he had imagined the scene of meeting Comrade Zhu again many times before, Malachenko still did not expect that the final scene would be like this.

"How long have we not seen each other? Where was the last time we met? Do you remember?"

Malachenko was not sure if he could answer accurately, so he could only think about it and then tentatively speak.

"It should be in Moscow. That time I went back to teach the British and Americans. After the class, you took the time to come over, and then we met, Comrade Marshal. But that time we were in a hurry, and we didn't have time to talk too much about things before we said goodbye, and then it's been until now."

Malachenko's memory is pretty good. He can remember when he last met Zhukov, so of course there is no problem with the answer.

Compared to the last time they met, Malashenko felt that Zhukov had not changed much. He was still the Red Army war god he was familiar with, the Red Army marshal with the strongest combat effectiveness.

Looking at Malashenko's face, which was full of excitement and joy, Zhukov nodded slowly and smiled slightly, and then raised his hand and patted Malashenko on the shoulder and continued to speak.

"You have grown a lot more than before. Now you can lead and command the most powerful field group of the Red Army with an experimental nature. This is much more than I expected. It is indeed more outstanding."

Faced with Zhukov's unsparing praise, Malashenko, who knew that all this was far from his own credit, was just speaking the truth.

"I don't think I could have done this without the assistance and support of my comrades around me, Comrade Marshal. The Red Army has always been a united collective. I firmly believe in this, and I use this as a standard to strictly demand myself, unite the comrades around me, and unite the entire team."

"The Leader Division has always been a heroic collective. All comrades stand shoulder to shoulder, sword to sword, and work together to face the national crisis. This is far from the credit of individual heroism. I think this is the ultimate reason why the Leader Division can get to where it is today."

After hearing what Malashenko said, Zhukov, with a smile on his face, turned his head and looked at the Chief of Staff of the Front beside him. They smiled again at the same time, and the next person to speak was Comrade Chief of Staff.

"You are right, Comrade Marshal, it seems that the Leader Division can be so extraordinary and outstanding for its own unique reasons. It is much more difficult to forge a core of troops like steel than to piece together new and powerful equipment. Perhaps this is the real reason why the Leader Division is unique."

Zhukov, who remained silent, just smiled and nodded to express his approval.

Zhukov did have considerable expectations and high satisfaction for the young man in front of him who he had helped to rise to power, as if the young man's next move had never disappointed him. At least Zhukov could not remember anything that Malashenko had done that had made him furious and extremely disappointed, never.

"Is the main force of the division still on the way?"

After a few simple greetings, Zhukov began to get to the point, and Malashenko's answer followed quietly.

"Yes, Comrade Marshal. The leadership division is very large, especially with a lot of technical equipment. These require more trains for strategic maneuvers, which of course is more time-consuming. Is there any important task for us to perform?"

Malashenko wondered if Zhukov had any tricky work waiting for the leadership division to do. Zhukov, hearing this, just raised his hand to signal.

"Let's talk inside. I have something to tell you. This will take some time."

Zhukov, who is now the commander of the front, is not as busy as before when he was in charge of the overall situation of the entire army, but at most he has moved his work from the strategic level to the specific tactical level.

The mountains of major events are gone, and there are a lot of trivial matters reported by the troops at all levels below that need to be reviewed by him. There are always some things that must be reviewed by the commander of the front in person, so even though Comrade Zhu is personally commanding the combat troops at the front, he still has almost no free time.

The time he spent talking to Malashenko alone was only after he handed over the work at hand and a small meeting that he was supposed to host later to the deputy commander and the chief of staff.

It may sound a bit incredible that a front commander would go to such great lengths to talk to a division commander below, but Zhukov himself thinks it is worth it. The importance of Malashenko and the leader's division combined is even higher than that of an army group.

This is not only of military significance but also of political significance. Zhukov needs to complete military tasks as well as political tasks. This is an order personally given to him by the man in power sitting in the Kremlin in Moscow, and he must complete it personally.

"What to drink? Tea or water? Anyway, no wine."

It can be seen that the Marshal Comrade is in a very good mood to see our old comrade Ma again. As soon as he left the command hall and entered his office, he joked with Malashenko. Malashenko, who was embarrassed to spoil the leader's mood, could only smile and reply.

"Hot water is fine, Comrade Marshal."

"Okay, go prepare it and bring it over."

"Yes!"

After sending away the orderly who was pouring water and tea, Zhukov saw the door being closed and having a private space for the two of them, and then he spoke to Malashenko again.

"Do you know the reason for this teasing about returning to Poland?"

Zhukov's tone was a bit mysterious, as if he wanted to test Malashenko a little. Malashenko, who didn't think there was anything serious about it, spoke directly without thinking too much. What if a person of Zhukov’s status and status can’t use rhetorical traps to trap himself? If you think so, it’s a case of persecution paranoia. It’s really not necessary.

"You can probably guess that it should be for the next operation in the direction of Berlin. There are tasks there that are perfect for the leader division to complete."

Malashenko's answer was very straightforward. Zhukov, who was approaching when he heard footsteps coming from far away outside the door, nodded quietly and spoke.

"It seems that Vatutin has told you some basic information. How is his situation? Is there anything you want you to pass on to me?"

Faced with Zhukov's sudden inquiry, Malashenko could only smile and shake his head.