Chapter 486: Regular Visitor to Pravda

It was almost two minutes after finishing the bread that they were almost at the train station. Malashenko, who felt a little strange, still didn't understand why Kotin chose to meet him in such a place.

"You drive around by yourself, Valentin, and pick me up here in five hours."

"Five hours?"

Valentin was a little surprised by the order given by Malashenko before getting off the train. He thought that Malashenko could finish the job in two or three hours at most, so he immediately opened the door next to him, stepped out of the train, and leaned out to speak loudly to Malashenko, who was walking away with only his back.

"Comrade Malashenko, are you sure it's five hours?"

Malashenko did not respond to Valentin again, leaving only his back lingering in his eyes, and only a farewell and confirmation gesture floated in Valentin's eyes.

Although he got a definite answer from Malashenko's gesture, the derivative result of shouting Malashenko's name was that almost everyone at the station looked at Malashenko.

Passersby, children, Red Army soldiers on duty, and even an old man who didn't even know what he was doing

If there is anyone who still ignores Malashenko, it is probably the Red Army dog ​​tied at the station door licking the frozen dog food in the box.

"Fuck! I don't want to be noticed by so many people!"

Even if they were reluctant in their hearts, people who recognized the most popular Red Army tank hero at the moment almost at a glance still pointed at Malashenko.

Although this kind of pointing and pointing was not the kind of gossip behind his back but praise and praise for the good, Malashenko, who still didn't want to be watched by so many people and just wanted to keep a low profile, still quickened his pace until he arrived at the entrance of the train station and was blocked by two Red Army soldiers on duty.

"Comrade Malashenko, hello, please show me your ID!"

The young Red Army soldier, who was so excited that he was a little incoherent, took out his right hand and waited for his ID from Malashenko. He took out a small notebook that he had prepared and handed it to the other party. The whole action was smooth and did not seem awkward.

The man in front of him had been seen in newspapers at least ten times. Whenever Malashenko appeared in Pravda, he would definitely bring news of victory on the front line, and this time was always exciting.

All kinds of special reports and war news have long remembered Malashenko's appearance. Like many young Red Army soldiers, they regard Malashenko as an idol for their hard work.

Compared with those senior Red Army generals who were high up and commanding, Malashenko, who had a lower military rank and had been fighting on the front line, often appeared in the chat circle of ordinary Red Army soldiers. The only reason was probably that Malashenko's position was more approachable than those senior generals.

"Welcome, Comrade Malashenko! Please pass through!"

After quickly flipping through Malashenko's ID as a formality, he returned it to its original owner. Malashenko, who was used to being stared at with such excited eyes, raised his hand and saluted as usual after taking back the ID, and walked away. The little Red Army soldier who was saluted by Malashenko was still very excited.

Compared with the later train stations, the scene in front of him was not big, but it was busy.

There were many people on the platform waiting for the train or sitting on the benches reading today's Pravda. The tense atmosphere since the German army retreated from Moscow was relieved a lot.

Although the current Moscow train station is still difficult to reach the peace and tranquility in front of the station, compared with the days when the German Air Force flew over Moscow almost every day to drop iron bombs, the Moscow train station, where there is no air defense alarm echoing, can be called a peaceful and prosperous era.

Malashenko only knew that he was going to the train station to meet Kotin, but he didn't know how to contact him. He walked around the platform for a long time but didn't see anyone who looked like Kotin. Instead, many people waiting for the train and Red Army soldiers recognized him and excitedly approached him to chat.

After dealing with these "fans", Malashenko no longer dared to wander around aimlessly, fearing that he would be surrounded and killed. When he arrived at the train station, Malashenko found a bench nearby and sat down. He picked up a copy of today's Pravda that someone had left on the bench and started reading it with both hands.

"The *** invaders were defeated! The supreme leader, Comrade Stalin, delivered an important speech, praising the great achievements of the Red Army soldiers on the front line."

"General Zhukov accepted an exclusive interview: The fragile will of the fascist running dogs was vulnerable to the iron fist of the Red Army!"

"The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was awarded by the Supreme Command and the Front Command! Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko is a hero of the Soviet people."

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"Fuck, why am I in the newspaper again!?"

Although it was not published on the front page of Pravda this time, the sharp-eyed Malashenko still found his name in a more prominent position in the newspaper, and a black-and-white photo with good clarity was placed next to it. If Malashenko remembered correctly, this should be a field photo of himself when he was forming and training the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment earlier.

"When the hell did someone take these photos of me!? Why don't I have any impression of it, damn!"

The more frequently he appeared in the newspaper, the tighter he was being watched by the German intelligence department.

Occasionally being on the headlines once or twice is a good thing, but being on the headlines every now and then is asking for trouble!

Thinking of the trouble he is in now, Malashenko couldn't help but shake his head. Although he was a little disgusted with being on the headlines frequently, he couldn't oppose Pravda's doing so.

You must know how many Red Army frontline commanders and fighters had to line up to wait for Pravda to appear last time. Although Malashenko, a time traveler from the future, thinks it is a bit troublesome, it is still a recognition of honor and praise from the Soviet official media.

"Well, whatever you want to do, I'm fucking tired, really tired."

Fixing his eyes on the column where General Zhukov was interviewed by a reporter from Pravda, he looked at what Comrade Zhu said. After a few glances, he found that it was all some nonsense and high-sounding morale-boosting content that had been "polished" by the Pravda editorial department. Malashenko, who had personally experienced the power of the German army and felt that this interview was more and more meaningless, immediately rolled up the newspaper and threw it back to the corner of the chair.

"Comrade, are you Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko?"