Chapter 2973 A Major Event in Life

Zhukov agreed to Krebs' request and gave the Germans a separate small side room to "gather and conspire" what to do next.

Theoretically, it was "private", but the Germans' every move in the small room was still monitored by the Red Army through the window. At most, they could talk and discuss in private without being heard.

It was impossible to put the Germans in a room without supervision and control. This was also basic common sense.

The Germans went to a small side room to "gather and conspire". Only the Soviet side was left in the venue for the time being, and it entered a brief state of silence.

Malashenko, leaning against the table, looked up at the backup of the victory flag hanging on the wall in front of him, and his thoughts quietly returned to the battlefield with artillery fire, recalling everything he had experienced since 1941.

He recalled too many familiar faces who had fought side by side with him but had passed away.

Malashenko wanted to tell Nikolai that there was no need to launch a ramming charge against German tanks that were several times larger than his own, because the Red Army tanks were now so powerful that the Nazis could not penetrate them even if they stood still.

Malashenko wanted to tell Kirill that the Tiger King, which was once boasted by the Nazis as the "anti-Russian magic weapon", was now just a pile of twisted scrap metal burning and smoking under the muzzle of the Red Army's 130 or even 203 cannons.

There are too many people who want to see it, and too many words to say.

It's a pity that yesterday is a thing of the past, and the former comrades have become heroes and martyrs, and their young lives have been forever frozen at the age of sacrifice, without regrets.

For the moment when this victory flag can be raised in Berlin, too many comrades have paid their precious lives, which are only once in their lives.

But all this is worth it, justice will always be there, and right and wrong, good and evil can definitely be distinguished clearly.

The sacrifices made by this generation are to allow the next generation to live a better life; and the inheritance and remembrance of the next generation is to prevent the disasters overcome by the previous generation from falling on this land that has been ravaged by war.

"Want a cigarette?"

Malachenko was looking up at the victory flag in a trance, and Zhukov, who was not far away, had already walked up and took out a cigarette box from his pocket and handed it to his "trusted general".

Malachenko, who had indeed rarely smoked the Marshal's special cigarettes, smiled and accepted Zhukov's kindness. While he lit the cigarette himself, he also noticed that Zhukov was also looking up at the same focus point as he had just looked up.

"We have made such great sacrifices to get to this point, and have gone through so many hardships and dangers, just to beat these Nazi evil demons so that they will never appear again and bring disaster to the world again. I really hope that everything we fought and experienced will never happen to our descendants again.

Holding a cigarette in his hand and savoring Zhukov's words, Malashenko, who was surrounded by smoke, seemed to be able to travel through a long time and see the stories that happened in the distant future.

"I always believe that justice will exist, Comrade Marshal. There are too many things in this world that will fade and disappear, but only truth will last forever!"

"If these Nazi scum appear again, there will definitely be brave people who dare to stand up and fight them to the end. History will remember us, and future generations will remember us, and the story of the brave warrior wielding a long sword and slashing the dragon will be passed down forever."

"It is precisely because of the upright heart that humans firmly believe in beauty and justice that they can continue to accumulate, inherit and develop, and have come to this point today. The road is long and thorny, and it is difficult and dangerous, but this is the road we, and humans, must continue to insist on. "

Zhukov, who has known Malashenko for a long time, has seen many shining things in Malashenko for a long time, but perhaps only this firm determination to believe in justice and truth is the most unforgettable.

"What are you going to do after the war?"

"Hmm?"

Unexpectedly, Zhukov would suddenly change the subject and talk about family matters instead of business. Malashenko, who was a little caught off guard, didn't think much about it and spoke directly.

"I want to give Natalia an explanation first. From childhood to adulthood, from childhood to adolescence to youth until I joined the army to serve the country, she has always supported and believed that I will definitely be able to move forward firmly. "

"She has been worried about me and thinking about me all the time during the war. To be honest, I owe her too much. Maybe I can't make up for it in this life, but I have to do it. Keeping my promise and moving towards marriage with her is the first step for me to make up for her. She has been waiting for this moment for too long. "

"Hmm"

Zhukov had been keeping an eye on Malashenko all along, so he certainly knew that his beloved general had a fiancée who was so beautiful that she could significantly raise the average waiting for her to come home.

Even Natalia's joining the army and entering the literary and artistic profession was handled by Zhukov.

There was only one thing that might not be so good to say - because of her appearance, it was really hard to take your eyes off her. As soon as Natalia joined the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe, she became a frequent guest and even the protagonist of various performances.

In addition to her extraordinary acting talent and the singing voice that makes people linger, even if Comrade Lao Zhu's supervision was not mentioned, she was the object of unanimous praise from the leaders of the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe.

No one has counted how many young men have expressed their love for Natalia. Even some big guys in Moscow who came to watch the show have inquired to see if they can get a job for their boys. It's a very satisfying marriage.

But unfortunately, Natalia, who has been registered with the Ministry of Internal Affairs and has been included in the list of "important military dependents", is far from what ordinary people can make an idea.

Such a bad thing had happened before, and Malashenko knew about it and actually expressed his dissatisfaction. Even Zhukov slammed the table and gave the order himself.

What order was given?

He gave the order "Throw those scumbags into the punishment camp!"

A few hooligans who wandered the streets all day long, relying on their old man's background connection, drove a company car and wandered around the streets in the middle of the night under the pretext of handling official business. While shopping, they met a man who happened to be returning from get off work after a performance. Natalia from home.

These few hooligans are one of those who don't understand military affairs and don't care about national affairs. While the war is going on at the front, they are drinking, playing cards, and having house parties in the rear.

This had happened to me before, and I was severely warned by my old man that if he dared to do it at home, his legs would be broken. There was nothing we could do about having fun at home, so we drove out to roll the road to have fun. After all, the car was a bus and the matter was official. There was nothing to worry about. At least that's what these two bitches thought in their hearts.

But these little hooligans failed to calculate this miscalculation. Firstly, they didn’t know who Malashenko was, and secondly, they didn’t know what he looked like. Their recklessness in rushing forward when they saw the beauty ultimately led to a heavy price.

The comrades from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were assigned to work the night shift to keep an eye on and protect them took action. Several big men rushed out of the car. Without even asking "whose name was it," they rushed up and pinned a few hooligans to the ground and beat them violently. , in line with the principle of "it doesn't matter who your father is, hit him first", he dragged several people's legs into the car like dragging a dog to death, stuffed them into the car, and drove away.

As for the latter part of the night

In the second half of the night, the moans and groans of these people could only be heard in the basement of Lubyanka Street, not in the bed of some beautiful woman.

These few hooligans, who were regarded as saboteurs and Nazi spies who were trying to murder important military relatives, devoured the Lubyanka set meal almost overnight.

Not to mention eating the set meal, Colonel Malokov, who has been appointed as the director of the Operations Division and is an old acquaintance of Malashenko, personally supervised the "feeding the set meal" to these people.

"What is the mission the Nazis sent you here on?"

"Where is your base of operations in Moscow?"

"How much do you know about General Malashenko? What are you going to do to his wife? Tell the truth!"

Snapped--

Crack——

"Ah!!! I really don't know, what are you talking about!? I just want to sleep with her. I'm not a spy!"

"How dare you talk so hard! Hit me! Keep hitting me!!!"

The results of the investigation came out. It was indeed a mistake at the beginning, but the beatings of these second-rate men were really not in vain. It can even be said that they were beaten a little less.

It is not uncommon to tease women from good families, and it is even more common to use public affairs for personal gain.

Not to mention that these little brats couldn't survive, even their father was deceived and suffered the same fate.

Following the clues, he uncovered a long list of bad things, which soon passed through several hands to Zhukov.

The soldiers on the front line were fighting bloody battles, while the worms in the rear were here to drink and have fun and have sex with women. Zhukov was so angry that he slammed the table on the spot and vowed to throw all these people into a punishment camp.

Later, these people were indeed thrown into the punishment camp.

But it was not due to Zhukov's order, but to the personally ordered order from the loving comrade who even felt ashamed of what happened under his feet.

As for what follow-up investigations, chain shocks, and series of actions occurred in Moscow, this is not what Malashenko is concerned about.

Malashenko wrote two letters specifically for this matter.

One letter was for Natalia, comforting his beautiful wife, saying that he would find someone to handle the matter to prevent it from happening again, and would go back home as soon as possible when he had time.

The other letter was sent to Lubyanka Street, and the recipient was Colonel Malokov, director of the Operations Division, an old acquaintance of Malashenko and the "successor apprentice" brought out by political commissar Petrov.

Malashenko first thanked the comrades of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for their quick response. Of course, he also tactfully asked if relevant work could be strengthened in the future to prevent low-level hooligans from openly harassing my wife in the middle of the night. This is a slap in the face to the director of your operations department.

After receiving the letter, Colonel Malokov, who felt a little sorry for his good brother, did not reprimand or punish the action team on the night shift that day, but instead doubled the number of personnel assigned to covertly guard and protect them.

This time it was a hooligan, what about next time? What should we do next time if we are a Nazi spy or a traitor to our motherland?

I still want to take the position of director of the Operations Division, and I am still planning to get promoted to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

It's embarrassing enough to write a written report to Comrade Beria just because of this matter. Malokov doesn't want to do it again. If there is another time, his hard-working, hard-working and uncomplaining work will probably be over. .

Thinking of this, Malokov, who was holding Malashenko's autographed letter, couldn't help but feel "angry in his heart and evil in his heart". He only regretted why he didn't keep these silly little hooligans in the basement. After wielding dozens of whips, pressing my head into a bucket and drinking a lot, the Lubyanka set meal still lacked attentive service.

Thinking back to the episode, to be honest, even Zhukov felt that he couldn't save face, and blurted out the words he had already planned to Malashenko beside him.

"When you and Natalia hold your wedding, remember to notify me in advance, I will take time to go there in person, are you welcome?"

What? Go there in person? ? ?

Malashenko was stunned on the spot after hearing this, and almost thought that he had heard it wrong. Looking at Zhukov's serious expression, he realized that what he said just now was really not a joke.

"Welcome, of course! It's my honor rather than a welcome. Comrade Marshal, it would be great if you could come!"

Malashenko thought about it after being excited, and a more or less impromptu idea immediately emerged in his mind.

"Comrade Marshal, I have a small request."

"Hmm? Request? Still a small one, ha~ Then tell me, I'm listening, as long as I can do it, there shouldn't be any problem."

"Can you, come to host my wedding? Since you're all here, why not..."

Malachenko had indeed considered getting married before, and it's not that our old comrade Ma brags about it. Having come this far, getting married by himself will definitely not be a matter of him and Natalia pulling the certificate, kissing each other, and hugging the beautiful wife and going into bed.

It is completely predictable how many people will come to celebrate at that time. Those who have a good relationship with me, those comrades in the division, the military region, and those who have a good relationship with Moscow will definitely come.

You can't say that you all don't come, I, Malachenko, am anxious to go home with my wife to respond to the call of the motherland and contribute to the great cause of restoring the population of the motherland. That won't sound good, right?

Since so many people are coming, who will host the wedding is a problem.

Malashenko had thought about asking Vatutin for help, as his fat old superior was a lively person. Besides, with the literal "life-long friendship" in place, Vatutin would definitely help him, and Malashenko was confident that he could ask him.

Unexpectedly, Malashenko was still planning and calculating, and before he really opened his mouth to talk to Vatutin, Zhukov, who had a bigger hand, took the initiative to bring up the matter of attending the wedding.

Malashenko felt that if he didn't ask, he would have missed the opportunity.

Fortunately, Zhukov didn't think much about Malashenko's "little request", just smiled, and then raised his hand and patted Malashenko on the shoulder with a smile of "definitely no problem" and replied.

"No problem, but I thought you had found a good candidate. Since you gave me this opportunity, I am of course happy to do it."

Good! This is fucking cool! ! !

A major event in life was done unexpectedly. Malashenko, who was overjoyed, heard the sound and turned his head to see that the German who had come into the room to discuss had finished and left.

It seemed that there should be a result. Malashenko and Zhukov sat back at the negotiation table and started to get back to business.