Chapter 2976 An Old Acquaintance Has Arrived

The Battle of Berlin is over, at least the large-scale battles that required large-scale swordplay and artillery fire are over.

As the military chief of the leadership division, Malashenko has been free for the past few days, or he has never felt so relaxed.

The Nazis have collapsed, and the main enemy in the Great Patriotic War has been completely defeated. The countless bloodshed and sacrifices have finally borne fruit.

The troops were ordered by their superiors to rest in place. Although they are going to Moscow to prepare for the military parade, it is estimated that it will take some time, at least not immediately.

Malashenko, who was resting with the troops, finally slept a peaceful sleep that he couldn't even remember when he last slept after a long time.

But he couldn't sleep too deeply and sleep until the sun was shining on his butt, because even if Comrade Lao Ma didn't fight today, he still had work to do, the kind of very important things that he had to do personally.

"Awake?"

"Yeah"

Malachenko, still a little confused, put on his coat and tried to find a basin to wash his face with sleepy eyes. The political commissar, who had gotten up early and started working, was correcting documents. Even with one hand, his speed was no slower than that of any normal person.

"By the way, have you read today's newspaper?"

"Newspaper? No, I've been busy fighting recently, so I don't have time to read it. What happened?"

"Something happened, you can read it yourself."

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Malachenko, who put washing his face aside for the time being, walked forward and took the newspaper from the hand handed over by the political commissar.

When he opened it, he found that it was his own Pravda newspaper. The headline on the front page was printed in bold and black super eye-catching words, with only a simple title - the shampooer died.

Yes, it was so simple and crude, and very direct.

This super evil who brought disaster to the world finally died. This is probably something that countless Soviet people are looking forward to and even cheering for.

The only regret is that this scum committed suicide out of fear of crime. He did not receive a just trial by the Red Army, but killed himself with poison and a pistol.

In the end, he was doused with gasoline and set on fire along with his newlywed wife, burning into a pile of stinking charcoal that even dogs would throw away with their tails between their legs. This is exactly the same way of death in existing history.

There is another thing that can be said to be both within Malashenko's expectations and slightly touching at the same time.

Krebs shot himself, which happened as soon as he returned home on the night the negotiations ended.

It is said that when the Red Army entered the bunker and found his body, he was sitting quietly on a sofa with a cigarette in his mouth that was not lit until the end.

If it weren't for the hole in his temple that was shot, his calm expression of being at peace with the world could even make people mistakenly think that he was asleep.

Krebs did not leave any will and suicide note until his death. No one knows what this Wehrmacht general and the last Army Chief of Staff of Sandezi was thinking before his death.

To be honest, Malashenko was quite impressed by him, not only because of his identity as a well-known actor "Map Master", but also because this guy, under a huge disadvantage, still held the line at the negotiating table until the last moment, and tried his best for the established goal.

From a purely military perspective, Malashenko admired this kind of person, who was brave and had the responsibility and sense of responsibility to take charge of one thing.

It was a pity that he stood on the opposite side of himself and chose the wrong person to be loyal to.

Since you are with the devil, you must be prepared to be killed and returned to your hometown with the devil. The name of your hometown is hell.

Oh, and the "Little Yellow" Goebbels and his wife were also buried with their children by the shampooer, just like in the existing history, they chose it themselves.

In short, everything ends here. The nightmare of the Nazis causing trouble to the world and committing crimes for a while has come to an end, even if it is only a long "temporary".

Another thing is that the vanguards of the British and Americans have also begun to enter Berlin.

For this matter, the outspoken Lavrinenko cursed and shouted, "Why should we give them the land we conquered?", "These capitalist pigs will only take advantage of it" and so on.

However, it was just talk. As a deputy division-level military commander, he should do what he should do, at least to keep up with the Americans and the British.

Malashenko put down the newspaper in his hand, and before he could think about what kind of "speech" he should make, he saw the political commissar sitting across the table speaking first.

"By the way, the division headquarters has received a meeting application. Someone wants to see you by name. Come to visit us."

"Want to see me? Who?"

Malashenko couldn't think of who this person would be, and the answer given by the political commissar immediately afterwards was even more unexpected.

"Your old friend, or old student."

"Jack Morrison, Major General of the US Army, current commander of the 4th Armored Division, do you remember him?"

"What? Major General? Wait, this guy is a fucking Major General? So fast!?"

Malachenko certainly remembered that he had taught an American student, and taught those Americans and British people in the classroom and on the training ground what armored confrontation is and what a real tank elite is.

Jack may not be the best student he has ever taught, but to be honest, he is probably the most capable one. At least Malashenko had a pretty good time with this Texas redneck.

He is also a nice guy, a straightforward man who doesn't hide anything, and doesn't pretend. Malashenko really likes to make friends with this kind of person.

It's just that when this kid first came to teach under him, he was just a colonel staff officer who drew pictures and made phone calls. He was an "American version of Zhao Kuo" who didn't even understand actual combat and was eager to learn from him.

However, because this kid has a good foundation, high comprehension, and a humble and serious attitude towards learning, Malashenko just opened his fingers a little wider and leaked a little more skills to him so that he could learn.

After all, even doctoral students in the 21st century know to have a good relationship with their supervisors. If the supervisor says that you can't graduate, there is really nothing you can do. Malashenko is willing to teach him a little more because he has a good personal relationship with this kid and he is more like him.

But he didn't expect that after the separation in Kubinka and the separation of teachers and students, this kid now has the ability to "look at the person with new eyes after three days of separation" and has become the major general commander of the 4th Armored Division of the US Army.

What Malashenko didn't know was that Jack, who learned skills from him, got the opportunity to lead troops on the front line as soon as he returned to the European battlefield because of his identity as a "top student studying in the Soviet Union" and appropriate relationships.

In the Battle of Bastogne, this kid commanded his "mantou army" and a small number of M26 Pershings to beat the Germans who had completely wiped out the 101st Airborne Division and came to kill with a great victory, and beat them so hard that they couldn't make any more progress, which gave the Nazis a little "American armor shock".

Although the losses in this battle were huge, Jack's unconventional tactics of concentrating superior armored forces like his teacher and fighting against the Germans in a steel-to-steel confrontation almost wiped out his "mantou army" and almost wiped out the small number of "pan big heads".

However, this was not important to the US military leaders.

Soldiers were all rookies, and they could be supplied in large numbers in China.

Tanks were "cheap industrial products" that fell off the production line as soon as they were started, and they would be compensated as much as they lost.

Only people, only people who fought head-on with the German armored cluster and won the battle - Jack Morrison, who could not be recruited or produced on the factory assembly line, were the kind of people the US military lacked.

After this battle, a group of congressmen who were like chicken blood shouted "Hero Jack" and praised him as a god according to the routine of bragging and not paying taxes.

Mr. Jack Morrison was promoted to brigadier general, and then he continued to command the troops to advance all the way, driving more powerful tanks and kicking the Germans' asses all the way to Czechoslovakia, which was a great success.

This is even more amazing! The blood pressure of the congressmen who were already excited soared. America is really a country blessed by God to produce such an armored god of war! America is invincible in the world, hahaha!

Domestic political voices will be directly reflected on the front line, at least the US military is indeed the case.

So, Jack, who was surprised by himself, was promoted to the position of commander of the 4th Armored Division, and he directly replaced his boss.

Although the 4th Armored Division is not an old elite, it is a newly formed unit after the start of World War II, and it is not as good as the old and meritorious units such as the Big Red 1st Division and the Cavalry 1st Division.

But in just one year, he can go from a colonel staff officer to a major general division commander.

No matter what others think, at least Jack himself is very satisfied with this. He feels like he has reached the peak of his life and is on the rise.

Because he is a "popular figure" with outstanding military achievements in the US military, the US military leaders decided to let Jack, who is in Czechoslovakia, enter Berlin with Patton as the US advance team after a brief discussion.

I heard that the Russians are powerful, and we cannot lose to them in momentum. Sending elite soldiers to Berlin is the decision made by the US military based on this.

Now, not long after the former student arrived in Berlin, he remembered the teacher who helped him so much, and took the initiative to come to visit and ask for an interview.

It's not that Malashenko doesn't want to see him. In fact, it doesn't matter if he sees him.

What's more, judging from the current situation, Jack and I will probably see each other in Berlin in the future. We are old acquaintances, so it is inevitable that we will have some communication and visit each other.

Saying hello and getting to know each other now will definitely be beneficial for future interactions. After all, it is easier to get things done when you are familiar with people. This principle is also applicable in Berlin.

"When will he come to see me?"

"He didn't say that, but just expressed his willingness. He said that if conditions permit, we can arrange the time and place, just tell him, and he will come to visit in person."

"This kid, his attitude is quite sincere, huh?"

The student's attitude is good, so the teacher can't be pretentious, it won't sound good if it gets out, right?

After thinking about the time and when he would be free, Malashenko has made up his mind after a little thought.

"Then tonight, prepare a dinner and treat them to a meal. We will meet these allies and see how the "American Armored God of War" who has been praised to the sky repays his "mentor."

After confirming the schedule with the political commissar, Malashenko had time to brush his teeth and wash his face like the second uncle at the alley entrance, wearing a coat and carrying a basin. He was busy for a while. After returning with the basin, he shaved his stubble and tidied up his appearance.

Looking at the big tank lieutenant general in the mirror, he shook his arms and felt that this tank lieutenant general uniform was okay. It seemed to be more suitable and more comfortable than the last major general uniform that he had only worn a few times. Malashenko put the wide-brimmed military cap on his head and opened the door and left.

After leaving the building and getting in the car, Iushkin, who had been waiting downstairs for a long time, set off immediately.

This kid is just like what Malashenko commented on him, a person who can't keep his mouth and legs idle.

As long as there is no war, he will be bored and have to find something to do. Being a driver for the car commander is one of Iushkin's favorite jobs when he is free.

"I didn't expect that group of Americans could stay in Berlin until now. Since their leader was captured and brought back to the country, I thought they would disband and go home immediately. In the end, they waited until we finished fighting and the Germans signed the surrender. I wonder if the Americans really care about us beating up the Nazis? Huh?"

Holding the steering wheel and driving the car, Ivushkin's old habit of being unable to stop talking came back again. If you stay with him, you will have to drink several gulps of water every hour.

"They are just news mercenaries. They will go wherever there is explosive news and work hard there."

"Others just watch the excitement, but these people are different. They can see the real money when they watch the excitement. It is because our beating up the Nazis can produce huge news value. As long as we don't stop, they can continue to make money, so they will stay until now."

Malachenko explained the matter thoroughly in just two sentences, and Ivushkin, who looked "I see" on his face, seemed to understand.

The convoy went all the way to the airport in the southern suburbs of Berlin, which was not too far away. After cleaning up the rubble and backfilling the road surface for a few days, the paved road in Berlin was much easier to walk than the days before when the artillery fire was raging.

At least the buttocks suffered less along the way, and the still bad road was not so bumpy.

Malashenko, who came to the airport specifically to see someone off, didn't want to come.

But when he thought about the future during the Cold War, it would be good to have more acquaintances and more connections in the United States. Who can say for sure whether he will need them at that time? It's better to be safe than sorry.

With the intention of "keeping a backup", Malashenko finally came. The person he wanted to see off had already appeared in his field of vision. He was standing on the edge of the airport runway, looking around, as if waiting for someone.