Chapter 3200 I Am Willing to Marry You

Everything is arranged, and it is of course a good experience to just follow the process.

However, Malashenko still has other questions to ask.

"I am curious, is this considered private use of the public vehicle? Don't let a major general and a lieutenant general conspire to do this, and then make trouble in the end."

There are no outsiders in the car, only the lieutenant general passenger and the major general driver.

Parking the GAZ jeep at the last intersection out of the city to wait for pedestrians to cross the street, Malokov, who took this opportunity to light a cigarette for himself, laughed.

"Well, I think it should be considered private use of the public vehicle, but..."

While starting the car and moving forward again, Malokov continued to speak while holding the steering wheel, and then he continued to speak seriously.

"But we have to distinguish who it is."

"Seriously speaking, you have given too much to the motherland over the years and have lost a lot. Comrade Beria even asked me about this matter and asked me if I had a good relationship with Comrade Malashenko. I said yes, and he asked me to help take care of and arrange as much as possible."

"The reason is very simple. Comrade Malashenko and Comrade Natalia are both orphans, and there are no relatives who can take care of this matter for them. In this case, the organization should pay more attention to and care for comrades."

"It is true that the Great Patriotic War has just ended, and everything is in a mess and needs to be rebuilt. Except for tanks, planes, cannons and countless ammunition, we lack almost everything. But this time, let's make an exception, an exception."

I didn't expect that a big man like Beria would ask about this matter. Malashenko, who was a little surprised, nodded slowly, and continued to walk and chat with Malokov all the way.

The car had already driven out of the city and headed straight for the small town of Kubinka 40 kilometers away from the suburbs.

At this time, Kubinka was just a comprehensive training ground for the Red Army tank soldiers, or a test ground, with both functions. In addition to the stationing and training of tank soldiers, it also undertook the function of comprehensive testing of various enemy weapons captured by the Red Army.

The Maus tank pulled back from Germany was parked on the test ground in Kubinka, and it was so big that it could be seen at a glance.

Malashenko, who had no chance to see this thing in Berlin, became interested and asked Malokov to go up and play with the Maus.

It was a pity that this thing was blown up and damaged by the Germans themselves. It no longer had its own mobility and could not be started. It was dragged and transported by the Red Army to Moscow by train.

Curious about how this big guy weighing more than 100 tons was brought back, Malashenko couldn't help but ask, and Malokov's next answer was really unexpected.

"How else can it be pulled? No other vehicle can pull such a big thing except IS7."

"I just heard about it, I don't know the details. But it is said that three IS7s were used to tow the chassis alone. As a result, when it was towed to the place, not only was one IS7 broken, but three steel cables were broken."

"I don't understand, are those Nazis mentally ill or what? They made such a heavy and stupid thing, but it can't penetrate the front armor of IS7 at zero distance. Compared with this thing, our IS7 is like a product that is ahead of its time."

Leaving the Maus tank, which had become a trophy of the Red Army, Malashenko continued to walk and chat with Malokov, and soon arrived at the "ceremony venue" specially prepared by Malokov.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Malashenko blinked, feeling somewhat beyond his expectations.

I saw 16 IS7s neatly arranged in a heart shape, with their gun barrels raised to the maximum elevation angle and pointed inwards, slanting to the sky. Malashenko, who thought it was just a formation of tanks, didn't expect it to be like this.

"My wife gave me an idea, but I didn't expect it to be so detailed. How do you feel?"

"Well, good, it's good. Wait, your wife also joined in to help?"

"Of course, otherwise how can a man like me consider so much? When I proposed to my wife, I only said, "If you don't agree, I will come again tomorrow. If you don't agree tomorrow, I will come again the day after tomorrow until you agree." Then she agreed at that time, but she didn't experience so much."

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It turns out that Comrade Malokov is also a steel straight man. Just based on this "punch-in" proposal, Malashenko believes that this job in front of him is definitely not something that Malokov can do. Thinking about it carefully, it really seems like an idea that a woman with a delicate mind and a husband in the army can come up with.

"Here, take this. I guess you don't like exchanging rings or anything like that, so how about this bouquet of flowers?"

Seeing a bouquet of white lilies being handed to him by Malokov, Malashenko thought that he really came here empty-handed and didn't prepare anything, so he immediately took the token of love. I have to say that it's really thanks to Malokov's thoughtful consideration, and I really have to thank him.

"Okay, the band is ready for you, and the song is Katyusha, which Natalia is best at. If you don't have any objections, then it's settled."

"What? There's also a band???

As expected, the military band carrying all kinds of "long guns and short cannons" is ready.

Malashenko, who was embarrassed about abusing public power for personal gain, wanted to say something, but he saw that Malokov had already raised his hand and pointed in the direction he came from, and spoke repeatedly.

"Hurry up! Hurry up and get ready. My wife has picked up Natalia. Don't let her down! Hurry up!"

When Natalia, who was blindfolded and wearing a long skirt uniform, was helped by Malokov's wife, she was "coaxed" out of the car and brought to the center of the tank formation and in front of Malashenko.

Mrs. Malokov, who had withdrawn herself, signaled with her eyes that Malashenko should come up to carry out this last process.

At this time, Natalia, whose eyes were black, still had no idea what was happening.

When the black cloth covering her eyes was untied by Malashenko himself, what came into view was not only the familiar lover in front of her, but also the laughter and loud blessings that sounded around her in an instant with the music.

"Congratulations, Comrade General!"

"Happy wedding to General Malashenko!"

The 16 IS7 heavy tanks arranged in a heart shape were either standing or sitting with the guards tank soldiers who had just received the new vehicles. Everyone's face was filled with smiles and joy, and they all gave blessings. The applause surrounded the melodious music for a while.

In such an atmosphere, Malashenko, wearing a brand new tank lieutenant general uniform, with all the honors he had won so far on his chest, including two Soviet hero medals and three rows of various medals, stepped forward and handed the bouquet in his hand to his lover, and spoke quietly.

"We have experienced a lot together, my dear. Our love has gone through a long time, and has experienced the test of time and war. I know that I owe you too much, and I may not be able to make up for it in my whole life, but I am also willing to spend my whole life to love you and do my best."

"Will you marry me, Comrade Natalia."

Covering her mouth with both hands in the eyes of disbelief and extreme surprise, Natalia, who was already surrounded by happiness, reached out to take the lily bouquet handed by Malashenko and cried again with joy.

Finally, in the blessing and the music of Katyusha, he said the words that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time.

"Yes! I am willing to marry you, Comrade Malashenko."

After clearing up some of the previous foreshadowing and unfilled holes, the Cold War plot will begin. This aspect will be the same as what I said before. The Cold War plot will mainly revolve around Lao Ma's personal story and the related plot of his family. Please understand and forgive some things that cannot be deduced or changed.