Chapter 607 Mobile Arsenal

Realizing the current situation, it was time to speak up in person.

Vasilevsky, who had just cleared his throat and glanced at the map, was about to speak when his adjutant, who had rushed in without even having time to report, told him a rather shocking situation.

"Comrade Commander, the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was not surrounded and destroyed by the Germans! They are still alive! The regiment commander, Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, led the last of the troops to withdraw to the city of Stalingrad. Now he is waiting outside the headquarters and said that he has important information to report to you in person."

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"What did you say? The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was not destroyed!? They are still alive!?"

Compared to the adjutant's whispering in his ear, Vasilevsky, who was extremely shocked, almost said it out loud with his eyes wide open in an extremely surprised tone.

Vasilevsky's words were shocking, and the people present at the meeting immediately exploded like a basin of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan.

"That Malashenko is still alive? This is unbelievable! How did this little guy do it?"

"Damn it, everyone thought they were wiped out, but the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment actually broke through! This is simply a miracle!"

"I want to see this Malashenko with my own eyes. He always surprises me, or to be more precise, shocks me!"

There was no time to pay attention to the words of everyone present who were shocked beyond words. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Vasilevsky immediately gave an order to his adjutant.

"Go! Bring Malashenko to see me immediately, now!"

"Yes, comrade commander, I'll do it right away."

The adjutant who received the order from Vasilevsky did not dare to neglect it. He pushed the door and ran out of the conference room and trotted all the way to the entrance of the front headquarters. He saw Malashenko sitting cross-legged on the ground with a Suomi submachine gun on his back, smoking boredly.

The adjutant, who was sure he had found the right person, walked up to Malashenko, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and tilted his head to look directly at the dirty tank soldier who was facing him from the side.

Malashenko, who had not shaved for several days, now had a Middle Eastern look on his face. He had been wearing a fireproof suit that had not been changed for almost a month and was already worn out and dirty. In addition, Malashenko had just been busy rescuing people from the ruins of the collapsed building for a long time.

If Malashenko was not wearing a military uniform and carrying a weapon, he would be a sloppy farmer in his forties or fifties who had just returned from working in the fields.

"Excuse me, is this Comrade Malashenko?"

Malashenko, who was leisurely holding a cigarette, didn't even notice when someone came to him. He only turned his head slowly when he heard someone calling his name.

"Yes, I am, you are"

Finally confirming that he has found the right person, the adjutant clapped his hands and immediately raised his hand to invite Malashenko.

"Admiral Vasilevsky is waiting for you, please follow me, Comrade Malashenko."

"Hmm!?"

Malashenko, who was originally smoking slowly to kill time, immediately became energetic when he heard this. With his eyes shining, he stood up from the ground with a bang, as if the supplies and new tanks he had dreamed of had been obtained.

"Got it, I'll go with you now."

Malashenko immediately followed the adjutant's lead and prepared to go in, but who knew that when he reached the door, the young captain just now stretched out his hand to stop Malashenko.

"Comrade Malashenko, please hand over your weapons and guns for safekeeping. When you come out, come back and ask for them."

Malashenko is a well-known person. I have heard of him before. Even now, he has attracted great attention from Vasilevsky and he wants to see him immediately. However, this does not prevent the young captain from being impartial and fair.

Malashenko, who was blocked from going forward, paused. The adjutant who was leading the way in front also realized that something was wrong and turned around. Seeing this, he was about to say something, but he never thought that Malashenko had already started to act on his own.

He took off the Suomi submachine gun on his shoulder and took out a full-filled drum bag hanging on his buttocks. At the same time, Malashenko pulled out the pistol in the holster with his right hand and handed over all the hot weapons on his body. After doing this, he pulled out a bayonet from the gap between his shoes and hidden under his trouser legs and continued to hand it over.

After handing over a bunch of weapons in bits and pieces, Malashenko stood there and thought for a while, then he took out two fully loaded pistol magazines and two grenades from his pockets, and then he spoke after checking his clothes and pants pockets to make sure there was nothing left.

"These are all my weapons. Of course, if you still feel uneasy, you can search me. I'm standing here."

Malashenko said it calmly and calmly, but everyone around him, including Adjutant Vasilevsky and the Red Army captain on duty, was frightened.

Almost no one has ever seen a person carrying so many belongings in bits and pieces at the same time. Such a configuration is not even available in the infantry division, not to mention that Malashenko is a lieutenant colonel commander of the Guards Tank Regiment, which is simply against common sense.

The young captain swallowed his saliva and looked at the pile of weapons on the small table in front of him. He raised his head and glanced at Malashenko who seemed to be fine. The captain finally forced himself to give up the idea after realizing that the person in front of him might not be someone he could understand with common sense.

"No, no other questions, Comrade Malashenko, you can go in now, please."

Malashenko was a little confused about the young captain whose face changed faster than turning a book. He didn't think much about it and continued to walk forward with the adjutant. He didn't expect that the adjutant who couldn't help himself just after walking for a while whispered to Malashenko.

"Comrade Malashenko, I know we are not familiar with each other for the first time, but I am really curious. As the commander of an elite Guards Tank Regiment, why do you carry so many infantry weapons? Is this useful?"

It is not surprising that people who have not experienced the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment asked such questions. Malashenko smiled slightly and blurted out the truth without hesitation.

"The reason is very simple, comrade. Because our regiment is different from other tank units. Whether it is capturing Germans who are twice as many as us or forcing Germans who are three times as many as us to surrender, only when you get off the vehicle and point the gun at those Germans can you ensure that they will obey you. This will be used frequently."