Chapter 306 Car Replacement and Reproduction

After hearing the gentle and comforting order from Malashenko, Kirill, who could no longer suppress the excitement and repression in his heart, immediately dropped his bag and backpack and rushed towards the resolute figure who was slightly missing but still connected by blood.

Bang——

The sound of the forehead and the broad chest colliding slightly with each other reverberated in each other's hearts. All kinds of negative emotions and deep thoughts that had been suppressed in their hearts suddenly poured out like a flood. Kirill, who was always just a child in front of his elders, no longer had the bravery and tenacity on the battlefield and burst into tears immediately.

He stretched out his only remaining left arm and gently brushed the warm and familiar face on his chest. How could Colonel Petrov, whose mind was full of the scene of Kirill riding on his shoulders and grinning happily when he was a child, be a hard-hearted person? It was just that he had always been used to shouldering and facing the responsibility alone, so he had completely given up tears.

"You are already a brave Red Army soldier, why are you still like a child, Kirill. Raise your head! Tell me what kind of experience you have experienced and what results you have achieved during this period of time."

As Colonel Petrov blurted out his soft words, Kirill, who was full of mixed feelings in his heart, raised his head and responded with the first words that had nothing to do with the order.

"Uncle, your arm, your right arm! What happened to it!? Why is it like this? Please tell me!"

The empty sleeves of the uniform of the colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were floating in the air with the breeze, and there was nothingness. Colonel Petrov, who had long been accustomed to this feeling, did not respond with any sadness. Just like Kirill's magnificent smile as a mountain when he was a child, he appeared in front of him again.

"It doesn't matter, Kirill, you are now a glorious and great Red Army soldier like your uncle. The oath we swore under the red flag requires us to do so. Uncle will not regret it in the past, will not regret it today, and the future will always be the same as now. Even if one day I can't touch your head gently like now, you must continue to fight bravely! Until all those evil German fascists are driven out of the motherland and homeland where we live in our time."

Trapped in darkness and surrounded by thousands of enemies, he was resolute and brave and never wavered.

Even though the road ahead is full of thorns and bumps, the brave hearts that have descended on this red land since the initial Soviet thought still have no hesitation. Generation after generation of Red Army soldiers have shed their blood and used their lives to be loyal to and protect their beliefs.

Even if this battle-hardened body will be buried on the battlefield one day, the nutrients transformed from flesh and blood will still nourish this sacred land that is protected by the great will with their lives.

The next generation of Red Army soldiers who have stepped on the burial ground of the martyrs will still be brave and move forward without fear of strong enemies as always. The solemn oath of swearing allegiance to the red flag faith will eventually be sublimated with blood and life. The glorious and great will coexists in the hearts of people across the distant reality distance in the East and the West regardless of national boundaries.

When the smoke dissipates and peace returns, the red sickle and hammer that have been tempered in blood will only have an eternal name that will be remembered by the world.

What the Western capitalists who stood on the opposite side feared was not a certain person's name or a simple country name. There would only be one name that brought hope and light to the desperate people trapped in the darkness of reincarnation. The red Soviet Union would exist forever in this world with the sacred flag stained with blood, standing tall on the top of the world.

The short reunion time always passed by in a hurry and seemed too short.

He led these brave soldiers who had followed him to defend their faith and returned to the temporary station of the troops on the outskirts of Moscow.

Because of the glorious and great name of the Guards, they were able to enjoy the priority supply and selection rights of all equipment in the entire Soviet Red Army system. Malashenko, who was about to go to the front line, had already asked the logistics department to transport all the tanks that would be used next. The solid concept of preferring cars to people rather than people to wait for cars was implemented by Malashenko to the end.

"Before more new tanks arrive, we only have these KV1s to use. Although they have some minor problems and are not so satisfactory, the word "solid and reliable" is obviously not enough to describe these partners who have accompanied us all the way to fight until now."

In stark contrast to the philosophy held by the Red Army tank soldiers who were ordered to serve in the T34 medium tank unit, these tank veterans who have followed Malashenko from Yelnya to the present day prefer the solid and reliable KV1 heavy tanks.

The heavy armor that can withstand most of the German anti-tank artillery fire is the priority prerequisite for preserving oneself on the cruel battlefield. The powerful and fierce anti-armor firepower output is enough to destroy any German tank within the combat distance and is sharp.

Just as Malashenko said.

Although these KV1s, which are ridiculed by some people as "unbearable" and "should be eliminated", have no major problems, and there are many shortcomings and inherent design defects with minor problems.

But these partners who have accompanied him from the cruel battlefield to the present day, just like girlfriends and lovers, cannot be perfect. No one is perfect. The same is true for these elite Red Army tank soldiers who regard their cars as treasures. The principle of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", "only advantages and no disadvantages" has already been deeply ingrained in the soul, and looking at these brand-new KV1s in front of us is extremely pleasing to the eye.

After he handed over the original team of the original independent first heavy tank breakthrough battalion that came from Leningrad, and told these elite veteran crews to check and adapt to the new vehicles as soon as possible, they had already made corresponding plans and plans in their hearts. Malashenko turned around and spoke quietly to his crew, Lavrinenko and others who were following him all the way.

"Come with me, there are some special tanks parked in the warehouse over there. I guarantee that Karamov will jump up with excitement when he sees them."

The heavy hinged wooden door was slowly opened from the outside to the inside under the push of the two people. The creaking sound of the wooden door opening echoed in the huge warehouse for a long time, with the sunshine coming from outside the door. Lavrinenko, who had barely been able to see clearly the familiar but slightly different tanks in front of him, who had been unprepared before, immediately involuntarily widened his eyes.