Chapter 2345 I'm Looking for Comrade Commander

Comrade Senior Commander, if you want to use a car, it is to give you face. This is not an exaggeration at all, but any knowledgeable brother will know how to do it. For example, the director of our Communications Department is a smart and thoughtful person. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

When he heard that the comrade division commander wanted to use his car and was in a hurry to report to the front army headquarters, the comrade director took it upon himself to give up his car without saying a word.

"Of course, comrade division commander, please get in the car."

"Um"

Malashenko agreed and was about to get into the car. Thinking that he still had something to explain, Malashenko turned his head back and faced Iushkin and said.

"I'll give you a task. Go to Lavrinenko and tell him that I have something urgent to go to the front army headquarters. I'll leave this matter to him and see that it gets done. What's the big deal? Or if you can't make up your mind, wait until the political commissar comes and discuss it before making a decision. Nothing else matters, that's all."

Malashenko's order was given simply and neatly, and there was nothing strange about it. After hearing this, Iushkin nodded quietly to indicate that he understood, but saw that Malashenko had already stepped into the car and was about to get into the car. When he was about to raise his hand to close the car door, he still couldn't help but speak again.

"You'll come back, won't you?"

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After hearing this, Malashenko was stunned for a moment, and he heard the hidden meaning in Iushkin's words, which was a double entendre.

The slight hesitation did not last long. A smiling Malashenko stuck his head out of the car and spoke in a firm yet relaxed tone.

"Where will I go if I don't come back? The question is, do I want to retire and go home to farm now? Or do I just want to sit in the position of teacher?"

Pfft——

Iushkin, who was instantly amused by Malashenko's intentional joke and whose whole atmosphere became much more relaxed and happy, also smiled and spoke.

"Of course I want to sit down. In a few years, I will use my strength to sit where you are today. Just wait and see."

Malashenko, who smiled and waved goodbye to Iushkin, immediately closed the car door and gave orders to the driver.

"Go to the front army headquarters and set off."

The road to the front headquarters was not very long.

On the one hand, this is because the 502nd Battalion is located at the very edge of the battlefield. Judging from their posture, they may have been sent to the battlefield to put out fires and plug the hole. However, they did not expect that the hole was not blocked, but they themselves were blocked. Go in.

This is naturally due to some of Zhukov's own habits.

Although the strategic command has been delegated to the operational command level, some of Zhukov's personal habits remain the same without any change. For example, he likes to locate his headquarters as close as possible to the front line for convenience. command.

This is very similar to Vatutin, except that the latter is more fierce. He not only sets the command post very close to the front line, but also likes to race around the front line.

On this point alone, Malashenko seems to understand why Vatutin and Zhukov can urinate into the same pot. Zhukov could encourage and comfort Vatutin when he was being squeezed and suppressed, and Vatutin could also listen to Zhukov's words, collect his emotions and continue to execute the order.

People with similar qualities can always reach everything unknowingly. Malashenko has always believed that this is true, whether it is himself, Zhu and Va, or Vatutin and Zhukov This is the case among others. Accumulating personal connections in the military is more than just flattering and saying nice things.

"Okay, just drop me here. You can go back with the car. Go report my whereabouts to Comrade Political Commissar and say everything is fine."

Malashenko, who had arrived outside the headquarters of the front army, gave an order to the director of the Communications Office. The director of the Communications Office, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, nodded to indicate that he understood. Then he also had questions to ask the division commander.

"Then what will you do when you go back? Do you need a car to pick you up?"

After hearing this, Malashenko realized the problem, thought about it for a moment, glanced at the two guard trucks following the Gas Jeep, and immediately had an idea, smiled and then spoke.

"No, I'll go back in the truck and leave the security forces behind."

The situation on the frontline battlefield was complicated. Many German troops that had just been defeated and dispersed were not even known where or how many there were by the Germans themselves. There was no telling how many German stragglers were rushed everywhere along the entire front. It is reasonable and not excessive for Malashenko to bring such two trucks of guards across the battle line. If you think about how Vatutin died in existing history, you will know that it is actually necessary for Malashenko to do this.

Seeing that the comrade division commander had already decided on the vehicle he needed to use for his return journey, the director of the communications department, who was embarrassed to say anything, nodded and signaled to the driver to leave and drive the car to meet the political commissar comrade at the forward division headquarters.

After sending away the Gas Jeep of the director of the Communications Department, Malashenko immediately called the guard platoon leader on the troop transport truck to come down and told the leader to wait here and go in alone. After answering in the affirmative, he turned around and walked towards his final destination.

"Come on, it's a mule or a horse that comes out for a ride. You can do whatever you want with it. I'll accept it."

Zhukov's front headquarters was not located in a village or town, but was advancing with the troops and camped directly in the wild.

Seeing a tall and strong "big-headed soldier" brought by a small GAZ jeep walking towards this side, the second lieutenant in charge of the security of the checkpoint narrowed his eyes. It was not common for people dressed like this to stroll around the front headquarters.

"Stop, comrade, the front is a military restricted area. Please show your personal documents and pass and explain your purpose. If you have reported in advance, please explain."

"Hmm?"

Wearing a black leather tank cap on his head and a tattered old tank soldier's combat uniform on his body, Malashenko did not realize how strange it was for him to be dressed like this and stand alone at the entrance of the front headquarters checkpoint.

He just felt that he had always been used to "doing whatever he wanted", but was suddenly stopped by someone in such a blunt and impartial tone, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Well, I'm looking for the commander. I'm here on orders. Please let me in."

"Comrade commander? On orders?"

Looking at the "big-headed tank soldier" in front of him who had no military rank insignia and was arrogant and not afraid of bragging, the second lieutenant who was originally doing his job impartially was actually amused for a moment. He concealed his laughter a little and spoke again.