Chapter 2565: The Thing on the Waist

After the last chat and saying goodbye to Zhukov, Malashenko and Kotin walked side by side back to the self-carried convoy parked outside the test site, or the Red Stalingrad deployment position, and prepared to get on the car.

"What are you going to do next? Come back with me first or withdraw directly?"

Kotin rolled his eyes at Malashenko, thinking that the question was a bit idiotic, but Malashenko did seem to be asking sincerely.

"Of course I will go back to your place first."

"My people and things are all there, and I didn't bring the big gift you gave me, and even my suitcase is left with you. Do you intend to let me go back empty-handed?"

Seeing this, Malashenko smiled and waved his hand to signal his brother not to take it seriously.

"It's just a joke. I know you must go back to my place to bring people and things. Well, let's get in the car first. Let's talk on the way. Don't waste time."

"Oh, by the way, do you plan to ride that thing when you go back? You won't want to experience it again after experiencing it, right?"

Looking at Malashenko who raised his arm and pointed his thumb at the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle behind him, Kotin answered without thinking.

"No, my waist is a bit bad at my age, not like you young guys. Let me, an old man, ride in the car. You can't be too old to ride in an infantry fighting vehicle, right?"

Kotin deliberately "takes advantage of his age" to give Malashenko a problem, but how can Malashenko, who has been with Kotin for so long, be helpless about this.

"I'm different from you. I ride in an armored iron box every day, and my waist hurts after a long time. I have to squeeze in a car with you, please forgive me."

Who knew that the old frivolous Kotin smiled mysteriously after hearing this, and even smiled a little evilly, and then quietly put his head close to Malashenko's ear and whispered.

"Now your waist is not good, will you be able to bear it in the future? You have two now, and you can't say for sure in the future~"

"Two? What two?"

"Wait, you mean"

""

Finally reacting to what the old frivolous Kotin meant, Malashenko's face was immediately black. He just made up a sentence to deal with it, but he didn't expect this old rogue to be so excited! Shameless bully me because my rank is lower than his and I dare not say anything back, right?

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense! Do you know that!?"

If Kotin had traveled through time from the 21st century, and was still chatting online at this time, then Kotin would probably type "anxious" and add "classic" or "classic in the classic" after that. To be honest, if that really happened, it would probably make our old comrade Ma die of anger on the spot.

However, Kotin's next sentence was also quite lethal.

"Am I talking nonsense? Then I hope so, after all, it is really possible that the number will remain at two and will not increase in the future. You have to pay more attention to your health, comrade Malashenko, the great cause of the motherland will still need you in the future. This is the kind care of your elders, old comrades, and old superiors. The organization cares about you very much, do you know?"

"Fuck you"

Malashenko, who felt his eyes go dark, fortunately did not have high blood pressure. If he had high blood pressure, he would definitely fall here on the spot. This old and dishonest man really wanted to make Ma die of anger today.

"Okay, okay, I know you have something to say, maybe a lot of things. Let's get in the car and talk slowly, the comrades are still waiting."

""

Anyway, in the end, Kotin half-pushed and half-shoved him into the car, and the convoy responsible for escorting Malashenko and Kotin to the place once again escorted the two of them back on their way.

He wanted to argue with Kotin about the previous topic and get back some ground, but after thinking about it for a while, Malashenko didn't know where to start. In the end, he could only give up this plan and start doing something else: looking through the document that Zhukov had just handed to him.

It should have written all the important matters about calling for artillery support, which was the answer that Malashenko couldn't wait to know.

""

Sitting in the back seat together, but not hearing Malashenko's voice, Kotin, who was still looking at the scenery outside the car window, thought Malashenko was asleep. Turning his head, he found that Malashenko was looking through the "big treasure" in his hand. The things recorded on it were also of interest to Kotin.

"What's written on it? Let me see it too."

""

She glared at Kotin from the corner of her eye as revenge, but she didn't expect Kotin to "laugh" and just show an expression of "let's forget about it", hoping that Malashenko would "let bygones be bygones".

What else can Comrade Ma say?

That can only be done as Kotin wishes, silently moving the folder in his hand to the right, letting Kotin see it and satisfying his curiosity. After all, there is no need to consider issues such as "leaking secrets" and "not having enough rank" for Kotin. Comrade Kotin's infinite loyalty to the motherland throughout his life has been proven by history, even in this timeline.

There are indeed quite a lot of key contents recorded in the document, but what Malashenko cares about most is the middle part.

Simply put, the targets that can be locked by the Red Stalingrad must at least have a large number of enemy troops gathered, be easy to defend and difficult to attack, and cannot be bypassed or bypassing will cause a large impact, and conventional firepower cannot effectively strike and destroy fixed defense targets and large buildings.

This is the starting line for the Red Stalingrad's shelling. That is to say, if the target you think is troublesome is not at this level, then you'd better not apply for shelling support, and you won't get it even if you apply. Scream until your throat hurts, but the Red Stalingrad comrades will not come to help you.

Don't ask why, the answer is that there are not so many shells.

If the Red Stalingrad really has to deal with a target at the level of a small building, will it ever be over? How many similar targets are there in the entire city of Berlin? Then can comrades follow suit and call the Red Stalingrad for help?

Not to mention that there are not enough shells, even if there are enough shells, the barrels whose maximum lifespan cannot even reach 300 rounds will not be able to support it. Anyway, there are definitely more than 300 such buildings in your German capital, Berlin.

Therefore, the starting line for the bombardment drawn by Zhukov is actually quite reasonable, and it is basically consistent with what Malashenko had expected at the beginning. After the actual combat, it is probably a high-rise building with more than seven or eight floors and a large department store, and there must be a large number of German sticks stationed inside, and they must resist to the death.

The application submitted by the lower-level troops must first be approved by the leader's division headquarters before it can be submitted to the front headquarters, and Zhukov personally approves it before it can start firing.

Don't think that this matter is making a fuss or asking for trouble. You must know that in addition to many targets that can be hit in Berlin, there are also some targets that cannot be hit. As the applicant for the Red Stalingrad, Zhukov has the obligation to take responsibility for this and ensure that those targets that cannot be hit are not taken away by the 800-barrel cannon. This is what Zhukov wants to ensure.

Of course, Malashenko also understands this principle, so he was not surprised when he saw this content in the document.

What really surprised Malashenko was the next paragraph following "targets cannot be bombarded".