Chapter 3205 Time Flies

"Good morning, comrades, listeners. Welcome to the broadcast of the TASS Berlin branch. I am your old friend Comrade Redman."

"While those with ill intentions in the same city as us are still constantly provoking, the heroic Admiral Malashenko finally returned to Berlin on his 41st birthday, and once again led the leadership army as the garrison commander to protect our peace. Here, please allow me to wish Comrade Admiral a happy birthday in advance. Congratulations."

"At the same time, Marshal Zhukov has just led a delegation from the Ministry of Defense to inspect the construction of nuclear weapons. Marshal Zhukov made important instructions during the inspection, requiring concentration on overcoming difficulties and ensuring the leading development advantage in the field of nuclear weapons."

"According to the news from Moscow by TASS reporters, Comrade Khrushchev in the new round of reports on the past Stavka-"

Click--

A big hand with traces of years, but still steady and powerful, gently turned the knob of the radio, forcing the early morning program that had not yet been broadcast to end.

The tall figure who had withdrawn his hand from the desk still stood by the window sill, staring at the Brandenburg Gate standing at the end of his sight outside the window, staring at the city that he had conquered with countless comrades after fighting desperately.

After many years, he was ordered to return to his hometown again, and once again served as the commander of the leader army, but what lingered in his heart was an ominous premonition and deep longing for his old friend.

"What should I do? Comrade Political Commissar, I wish I could listen to your teachings to me again at this time."

Knock knock knock——

The knock on the door behind him interrupted Malashenko's thoughts. He could probably foresee who was visiting and then spoke.

"Come in!"

"Comrade Commander, an urgent telegram from Moscow."

It was Malashenko's deputy, Lieutenant General Kurbalov, the deputy commander of the Soviet garrison in Berlin, who pushed the door open.

Malashenko, who almost didn't need to guess who would send what telegram at this time, replied immediately.

"Is it Marshal Zhukov? Is the content of the telegram the same as last time?"

"Yes, Comrade Commander."

Kurbalov, holding the telegram, nodded and continued.

"Marshal Zhukov hopes that you will prepare to lead the leadership army back to Moscow as soon as possible. The official transfer order will be issued soon. The replacement troops coming to replace the leadership army are already on the way. It is expected that they will arrive in succession in the next two days and take over our defense."

"——Huh"

After hearing this, Malashenko did not comment or answer directly, but turned away from the window sill, returned to his desk, sat down, and closed his eyes in thought.

Malashenko did not speak, and Kurbalov, who did not receive the order, continued to stand for more than a minute, until Malashenko, who was leaning back in his chair and thinking, raised his head again.

"Do you know why I was ordered to come here and lead the leadership army back to Moscow? Kurbalov."

"This"

Kurbalov did not expect his old leader to suddenly speak and ask such a question. After thinking carefully, he did not notice anything wrong and answered truthfully.

"It should be just an ordinary rotation mission, comrade commander."

"The leadership army has been stationed in Berlin for three years. I think it makes sense to rotate at this time. Defending Moscow is a glorious mission for us."

This answer is just as Malashenko had guessed earlier.

Kurbalov has been a pure soldier so far. He has not even realized that there is anything wrong with a transfer order at this sensitive time. He still regards it as a normal and glorious mission.

But this is also good, not a bad thing.

Malashenko does not want to involve a pure-minded soldier like Kurbalov after he is inevitably involved.

If he is involved, at least he can protect himself, but Kurbalov.

Malashenko couldn't imagine what the outcome would be.

Thinking of this, Malashenko, who felt a little tired for some reason, spoke slowly again.

"This is not an ordinary rotation, Kurbalov. The political particularity of the leadership army is destined to be urgently transferred back to Moscow at this time point. It will not be as simple as a simple military mission."

"Don't forget that we are still "in the name of Stalin", and that is a past era."

""

Before Kurbalov could say anything, Malashenko, who received two urgent telegrams in a row, had made a decision.

"You stay and continue to command the leadership army. I will go back alone and talk to Marshal Zhukov in person and ask him to cancel this order."

"What? Comrade Commander, are you sure you want to do this? Our order is very clear. Marshal Zhukov wants us--"

Kurbalov's words were stopped by Malashenko's calm hand, and the words came out without hesitation.

"Perhaps the Leader Army will eventually return to Moscow, but that will be after my attempt fails, and you will lead it."

"I will do my best to do everything I should do, but there is no guarantee of results. Even I am not sure I can do it, but I will try hard."

"The Leader Army should not be drawn into such a vortex and become a tool that it should not be. There are always things that must be done, and I am the most suitable person."

Kurbalov probably understood something after hearing this.

He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips and he opened his mouth halfway, he didn't know how to say it.

At the end, he could only say something that he felt powerless about, but he had no choice.

"I hope you can succeed, Commander Comrade. You have a close relationship with Marshal Zhukov and trust each other. I believe you can do it."

After telling Kurbalov all the important things, Malashenko set off immediately. On the way from the headquarters to the airport, he saw through the car window a leader army unit that had just been withdrawn from the confrontation line.

"What do the soldiers think of the latest T-58 main battle tank? It has been two months since the first batch was delivered to the leader army."

Looking at the latest main battle tank rumbling past the window, the major general who was traveling with him immediately spoke.

"Very good, comrade commander."

"The soldiers praised its 115mm smoothbore tank gun and solid composite armor. The power system also performed well. The 950-horsepower diesel engine is enough to support this 40-ton tank with a power-to-weight ratio of more than 23. In comparison, the M48s of the Americans on the opposite side are simply junk and waste."

"It's just that some commanders are a little worried. Will such advanced and latest tanks drive to the front line of confrontation and give the enemy a clue to quickly catch up with us? These comrades think that perhaps the latest tanks should be kept secret."

Hearing the "worry" of the major general next to him, Malashenko, who rarely had a happy thing to make him smile, replied immediately.

"This worry is unnecessary. It's more like a strategic deception."

"The General Administration of Tanks and Armored Forces is reviewing the latest 125mm main gun main battle tank. It has reached the end of the process. It will be officially put into production and equipped to the troops in a short time. It will be a powerful tank with innovative design."

"As for now, let the enemy have a headache looking at this tank that is about to be outdated."

The first Cold War background plot officially begins. Some things that cannot be deduced have to be skipped. I hope everyone can understand. The story will still revolve around Lao Ma, so stay tuned.