Chapter 500 Outside Moscow

It turns out that what can avenge his brother is not knowledge and technology, but the steel behemoths that he has drawn and made by himself.

Lieutenant Ivanov regretted his decision and hated why he did not ask to be sent to the combat unit. Lieutenant Ivanov, who wanted to kill the Germans and take revenge, found that he had no choice in the current situation.

In this most massive military confrontation between ideologies and two military powers in human history, the fate of Lieutenant Ivanov, who has technology and knowledge far beyond his peers, has long been in the hands of his superiors and the motherland.

Let an outstanding young talent who can directly participate in the new tank design project be shot dead by the Germans on the front line. As long as the Soviet leadership is not as crazy as Gorbachev, no one will do such a stupid thing.

What Lieutenant Ivanov didn't know was that Kotin had already mentioned to Malashenko about sending a young man when he left Moscow a few days ago, and repeatedly emphasized that he must not let him go to the dangerous front line, and Malashenko agreed.

At present, asking Lieutenant Ivanov's opinion is just a formality at best. Whether Lieutenant Ivanov is willing or not, Malashenko, who has already called Karamov in advance, has already arranged a job for him.

Once Lieutenant Ivanov disobeys, he will be directly pressed by the mountain of military orders. There is no problem that is too difficult to solve.

Fortunately, Lieutenant Ivanov, who has a clear understanding of his position in the Soviet Red Army, finally wisely chose the latter between revenge and national justice.

Being able to tolerate his own youthful willfulness and send himself to the front line closest to the gunfire and smoke, and at the same time being side by side with the most glorious tank hero in the entire Red Army, the classic truth that contentment is always happy finally made Lieutenant Ivanov maintain an unchanging smile.

"I am willing to follow your advice and arrangements, Comrade Malashenko! I am very happy to serve in the glorious First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment."

Yes, the boy is quite sensible!

Malashenko, who was quite satisfied with Lieutenant Ivanov's answer, immediately took the initiative to reach out and gently patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him who was almost the same age as him to encourage him, looking like an elder teaching a younger generation.

Surprisingly, whether it was Malashenko who performed the action or Lieutenant Ivanov who stood there and accepted everything, neither of them showed any discomfort or abnormality on their faces, just like Comrade Lao Zhu performed the same action on Malashenko.

What is most needed and emphasized in the tank battle against the elite German armored troops on the front line? After more than half a year of fierce fighting, Malashenko, who was almost beaten out of his mind, came to a very certain conclusion: logistics support.

If Captain Karamov, who was praised by Rokossovsky, had not led his men to take up the responsibility of logistics support, combined with the privileges of the Guards units to have priority in equipment selection and supplies, the KV1 heavy tanks, which were originally not very reliable, would have been well maintained and rarely made mistakes.

Malashenko estimated that he would have to stop halfway in the off-road combat environment with poor road conditions, not to mention leading his men to fight the Germans head-on. After hearing about the continuous stalling of the heavy tank units of friendly neighbors, Malashenko was more determined to think so.

How the tank is maintained is directly related to the final victory or failure of the battle. Malashenko, who was fortunate to have obtained Karamov's talent from Rokossovsky, attached more importance to the irreplaceable role of logistics support than any commander and fighter of the Red Army tank unit.

Now that he has obtained the IS1 prototype and Ivanov, a valuable talent brought up by Kotin, Malashenko can undoubtedly lead his men to fight the Germans more confidently with two generals of logistics support. After thinking over and over again, Malashenko even feels that Lieutenant Ivanov is the biggest gain of his trip.

It is not easy to drive the more than 40-ton IS1 heavy tank prototype out of Moscow.

The city is still under martial law, so it is naturally impossible for a heavy tank to drive through the streets in a dignified manner. Even Comrade Malashenko, a tank hero of the Red Army, cannot drive this special case.

After stealing the small roads and taking a long detour in the middle of the night, Malashenko, who almost did not sleep all night, finally sent his brand new prototype out of the city after working for most of the night. It was a coincidence and extremely lucky that Lieutenant Ivanov happened to be able to drive the IS1 heavy tank.

Although he drove a bit crooked and not very professional, he was still much better than Malashenko, who only took the required tank driving course at the Tank School.

Malashenko, who had almost never sat in the driver's seat since leaving school, had almost completely forgotten how to drive a tank. If Malashenko really had to drive, he might crash into a building on the street and then be invited to sit on a bench at the Lubyanka Hotel to chat.

The dawn that tore through the darkness sprinkled golden sunlight on the armor of Malashenko's new car, which refracted and sparkled.

Next to the steel behemoth quietly dormant in the snow, Natalia, who had always been worried about her lover and got up early, was bidding farewell to Malashenko.

"Just like before, just wait for me to come back quietly at home! I won't let you lose everything you have now, I swear."

Compared to Malashenko, who has the memory of two lives and is already a master, the somewhat shy Natalia seems much more dull. She just uses a pair of red hands that are frozen to hold Malashenko's right hand to feel the last warmth that is about to leave.

Although Lieutenant Ivanov, who has never been in love with the girl but has a high emotional intelligence, sits on the turret as a light bulb on the scene. Natalia, who will be a completely different person once there are outsiders, is always a little reluctant to let go. Knowing this situation, Malashenko finally did not say much and just gently hugged his lover.

"Wait for me to come home!"

The V-shaped 12-cylinder diesel engine filled with fuel roared again under the control of Lieutenant Ivanov. Malashenko resisted the urge to turn around, but only left a slightly hesitant back view to his lover behind him. His right hand that closed the turret cover was the last afterimage left in Natalia's eyes.