Chapter 823: Continuing the Legend

Considered from the perspective of a leader and an outstanding politician, Stalin's ideas can also be said to be very correct.

No matter which starting point you consider, things in the strategic rear are far less important than the battle on the front line.

If there is a delay in tank design, we can catch up quickly and make up for it with selfless dedication and overtime work under the banner of communism.

It doesn't matter if the new recruits lack combat experience. The death of one, 10, 100 or even thousands of people may cause countless families to be broken and the whole country to grieve. But when the number of zeros after the number of victims reaches a certain level, it is just a number.

If the battle on the front line is lost, no matter how well-managed the rear area is, it will fall into the hands of the enemy, and no matter how high-quality the recruits are, they will not be able to reverse the overall strategic defeat.

The crimson Soviet Union will be completely submerged by the endless black countercurrent, the red star of the Kremolin Palace will collapse into the annihilating dust, and no matter how great the efforts and sacrifices made before, they will completely fall short.

As long as it was for the battle on the front line, Stalin and even the fighter aviation units that defended the sky above the capital Moscow could be dispatched to the battlefield with a wave of their hands, putting their own safety at the risk of German air strikes that might arrive at any time.

As a wartime leader, Stalin had the power to make life and death decisions for all soldiers.

Including Malashenko, who fought bloody battles on the front line, wallowing among the piles of Kraut corpses and steel wreckage, and also included himself, who was honored as Marshal by Churchill, the founder of German blowing.

"Malashenko should and must stay on the front line and continue to fight. This is my final answer, Zhukov."

The answers and detailed explanations given by Stalin were impeccable. Zhukov's eloquence was far from being as eloquent as a loving father. What's more, every sentence and word spoken by Stalin was completely meaningless. Arguable truth facts.

Zhukov, who looked a little lonely, forced himself to show a look of approval and nodded slightly, then arranged his briefcase, maps and documents and prepared to turn around and leave. The whole process did not say another word to Stalin, which seemed inexplicably awkward.

Stalin, who personally promoted Zhukov to his current position, certainly knew that Zhukov would only become in his current state when he was dissatisfied but couldn't find it convenient to show off, or when he couldn't think of any reasons or refutations.

Stalin, who choked Zhukov half to death after speaking a few words, nodded with satisfaction. To be honest, the loving comrade really enjoyed the feeling that everything was as expected.

"You have never valued the promotion of a young man so much, Zhukov. When you have time in the future, why not talk to me about the reasons and stories that only you know. We can sit down and chat while eating."

Zhukov stopped his movements and looked at his loving comrade with a look of surprise and confusion.

I saw Stalin reaching out from the drawer of his desk and taking out a brand new piece of letter paper. He picked up the pen and scribbled a line of handwritten characters on it. The content written on the handwritten order surprised Zhukov who took the letter paper. Some were unexpected.

"I have ordered a compilation and summary of the combat deeds of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment in Stalingrad. They will soon be copied to all front army headquarters and lower-level units for study. The Red Army needs more Guards Only the First Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment can win this Great Patriotic War.”

"Heroes deserve more awards and honors, both as troops and as individuals."

"Put the reorganized 1st Guards Tank Brigade into the forefront of the upcoming strategic counterattack, let those Germans taste the taste of the war of annihilation, and let the continued heroic stories inspire more people. Doing this is what you do Things to do, Zhukov.”

While looking at the handwritten orders in front of him and listening to the voice of his loving father's teachings, Zhukov, who had no intention of meddling, never thought that he could win such a good thing for Malashenko.

Although the original purpose of his trip was not achieved, the result was not bad.

"I understand, Comrade Stalin, I will arrange all this and give you a satisfactory result."

Stalin, who had already picked up his pen and started correcting other documents, did not raise his head to look directly at Zhukov, but the words that needed to be said continued to blurt out.

"If I remember correctly, will you be returning to Stalingrad soon?"

"That's right, Comrade Stalin, I am handing over some work in my hand to Comrade Vasilevsky and plan to leave soon."

Zhukov, who was recalled to Moscow to report on his duties, has been staying for a long time. He has cooperated happily with Chief of General Staff Vasilevsky at the General Staff Headquarters and handled many major macro-strategic matters together. Now it is time for him to return to the front line for field inspections. , when we are fully prepared for the upcoming strategic counterattack.

"Well, remember to prepare your medal. Pravda's reporters will fly with you."

Staying with the Supreme Leader for a long time is like being with a king like a tiger, but one of the benefits that comes with it is that as long as Stalin says this casually, without having to say it clearly, Zhukov can instantly realize what the loving comrade father means.

The day finally came to an end on October 14. Malashenko, who had been struggling in death and blood for a day, finally found temporary peace in the night shrouded in the smoke of war.

The German offensive momentum was temporarily curbed, but it still had strong offensive energy. More than 2,000 people died in one day, but for Paulus, who mobilized a huge force of 5 infantry divisions and 2 armored divisions, it was still within the tolerable range.

Tomorrow's battle may be more intense, but Malashenko, sitting on the pile of German corpses next to the dead body pit, was no longer in the mood to think about it.

Malashenko, whose hands were sore from digging the pit for the German corpses, put the shovel within his reach. He smoked one cigarette after another, and his cigarette holders were all over the floor. His red and bloodshot eyes still couldn't understand why he was promoted in a muddle.

"Damn, this is ridiculous. They only thought of transferring me after the troops were wiped out. What the hell had I been doing before so many people died? Damn!"

The German corpses under his buttocks had already cooled down and even stiffened. What Malashenko didn't understand the most was why, at this critical moment when the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was almost wiped out, there was a sudden order to withdraw him and give him a promotion.

If there had been this order and plan, why didn't they execute it earlier?

If it had been earlier, maybe Nikolai wouldn't have to die to save himself, and maybe many people in the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment would have survived because of this, and wouldn't have to lose their lives in this damn broken city that greatly limited the power of tanks.

Malashenko, who thought about things based on personal emotions, didn't know that Comrade Lao Zhu had spent a lot of effort to get him this promotion order, and he almost wore out his lips at the right time.