Chapter 3211 It's All over, Malashenko

Looking at the promotion order to general in Zhukov's hand, he clearly saw his name written on it, and even Zhukov's autograph was attached.

Malashenko, who had been in the position of general for seven years, remained unmoved. Even though the promotion was within reach, he never thought of giving up his belief.

The answer that came out of his mouth remained unchanged and unique from beginning to end.

"If there is something I must do, Comrade Marshal, then doing my best to get you back on the right track is the only thing."

"If I really can't do this, then as you said, it is you who made me, and please declare that all my efforts have ended in failure."

""

Zhukov stared at Malashenko again with deep and meaningful eyes, no longer with any surprise and surprise like not long ago.

When Zhukov spoke again, Malashenko, who was no longer surprised by what he was going to say next, accepted it calmly as he said.

"It's all over, Malashenko."

"From now on, you are relieved of all your positions, including the commander of the Berlin garrison and the concurrent commander of the leadership army."

"The formal written order will be issued later, and you will be able to review it in person. There will be no concealment or cover-up, and everything will be carried out step by step according to standard procedures."

"From now on, your only task is to wait at your home honestly. At least I still recognize your honesty. Will you disobey orders this time?"

There was no emotional fluctuation.

Malashenko, who had already expected the result to be like this, just spoke quietly and calmly.

"No, Comrade Marshal. I will obey your orders and execute them faithfully."

"Very good, very good!"

Zhukov, who was too lazy to even get up to see him off, just waved his hand expressionlessly.

"Well, go and execute the order now. You shouldn't need me to send someone to take you."

Knowing that everything was over, Malashenko did not resist the defeat again. He once again chose to accept it calmly and raised his hand to give a standard military salute, then walked straight to the door and left.

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Crackle---

Malashenko, who had already walked into the corridor, suddenly heard the sound of various things scattered all over the ground and smashed one after another behind him, which was still clearly audible even through the door.

Malashenko knew what that meant. After stopping, he did think about turning back, but in the end he just paused for a moment and continued to walk forward without any hesitation.

"Malashenko! Malashenko!! Malashenko!!!"

"Ah!!! Malashenko!!!"

Zhukov, who pushed everything on the desk to the ground and smashed it to pieces, and almost overturned the desk, was so angry that he almost overturned the ceiling.

The secretary on duty in the corridor outside the door heard such a loud noise and thought there was an emergency. As a result, he pushed the door open in a hurry without even reporting.

What he saw was Zhukov's furious expression with red eyes and blood boiling.

"Get out! Don't let anyone in, immediately!"

"Yes, Comrade Marshal, I'm outside the door."

The secretary on duty, who spoke so fast that he dared not stay for another second, immediately retreated and closed the door. Zhukov, who did not have the strength to overturn the desk, sat back in his chair as if exhausted.

The matter has ended here, at least it has come to an end.

But in front of Zhukov, there is not only the mess scattered all over the floor, but also the huge gap in the perfect plan that has been formulated due to Malashenko's variables, which has suddenly caused a huge gap to be filled and solved.

Zhukov, who gradually calmed down from his anger, began to think about how to fill the hole caused by Malashenko's huge unexpected variable.

The plan cannot be abandoned, and what needs to be done must be done.

Thinking of this, Zhukov, who was still unmoved by Malashenko's persuasion, subconsciously reached out to the familiar position on the table, intending to pick up the phone on the table to call someone.

As a result, he didn't know until he reached out his hand. He found it.

There was no phone on the table. Along with the pen holder, folders, and reports waiting for approval, they were all thrown to the ground by his "desk cleaning" just now, and they were still lying quietly on the ground, in all directions.

In Zhukov's view, the messy appearance was simply a silent mockery, silent but no different from sound.

He opened his mouth subconsciously again, wanting to call the secretary on duty in the corridor outside the door to come in.

As a result, Zhukov, who couldn't say the words, could only half open his mouth awkwardly, and didn't even know where to put his hands raised in the air, whether to fall, and finally could only clench his fists and smash them on the table to vent his anger.

So, after getting up from the chair, he bent down and picked up the phone that he had knocked to the ground. He put it back on the table and immediately picked up the receiver and spoke.

"Connect to the General Staff Headquarters, yes, Marshal Sokolovsky."

"I have an urgent matter here, please ask him to immediately--"

Before he finished speaking, Zhukov looked at the mess he had made with his own hands. It would probably take some time to restore it to its original state. He had no choice but to add.

"No need to be right away, ask him to come to see me in half an hour, yes, it's fine as long as he can come to me in half an hour."

Malachenko didn't know what happened in Zhukov's office, let alone what Zhukov was going to do next.

Malachenko accepted everything calmly, and didn't even know if he was worthy of this special car and this guard who was at least one person. Looking at the person and car in front of him who were originally very familiar, he couldn't help but speak indifferently.

"Comrade Shenelov, I'll take it as if. If you receive any order to leave me, don't hesitate or refuse, and don't need to come to me to report, just do it."

"Comrade Commander, you-"

The young guard who was waiting for Malachenko at the door was quite puzzled. He couldn't understand why the commander said that, but he got another hint from Malachenko.

"Don't call me this name anymore. I'm not a commander anymore."

"Don't ask why. I don't want to implicate anyone. Try to stay away from me, the farther the better. This is for your future and future."

After that, Malachenko reached out to pull the car door before he finished speaking, ready to drive home by himself.

But I didn't expect that pair of young hands to come up again. Before I could exert force to hold the door handle, they had already covered my hands with their hands and spoke firmly.

"Comrade General Si, I have been following you for three years. I grew up listening to your stories, reading picture books that record your deeds, and listening to teachers telling you about your heroic deeds in class!"

"No matter what happens, I trust you, and please don't drive me away! No matter what happens, I want to be with you, please believe me!"