Chapter 992 The Red Army's Heavy Tanks Are the Strongest in the World

Malachenko, who was looking around the car window, had never seen such a big world. It seemed that the whole city was roaring and running for the production of tanks, and nothing else. Seeing Malachenko's strange appearance, the young driver smiled and spoke.

"This is the tank artery of our Soviet Red Army, Comrade Malachenko. And you are one of the best tank commanders and fighters of our Soviet Red Army, and a hero of the motherland. It makes you feel like home here. I think this should be the honor of every comrade working here."

Just now at the station, I learned that this young driver named Volokov was assigned by Kotin to come and pick me up.

According to Volokov's self-introduction, he is a secretary who runs errands for Kotin, and occasionally drives Comrade Kotin to the factory to inspect work.

The work on weekdays is not too busy, and it can even be said to be a bit idle.

So when the young man received the order to come to the station to pick up Malachenko, Volokov was very excited. After all, which big boy who grew up under the red flag does not worship the heroes of the motherland?

"Where is Comrade Kotin now? I want to see him as soon as possible."

With only a few days left in his vacation, Malashenko asked himself that he must hurry up, especially in such an important matter involving his life and future development. Malashenko must go all out and dare not be negligent. The sooner he can start working with Kotin, the better.

Faced with Malashenko's question, Volokov, who was driving steadily with his hands on the steering wheel, smiled.

"Comrade Kotin is waiting for you in his office. Let's drive down this road and we will reach the office building after passing the intersection ahead. By the way, Comrade Malashenko, do you need to eat something? It's lunch time now."

With Volokov's reminder, Malashenko, who looked at the watch, realized that he had forgotten to eat after sitting on the train all the way in a daze.

Although he was a little hungry, Malashenko had no time to care about it. He almost had a stomach disease in Stalingrad because of irregular diet, so he didn't need a meal at this time.

"No need, Comrade Volokov. Take me to see Comrade Kotin directly. I have something important to discuss with him, so we can eat later."

Seeing Malashenko's insistence, Volokov, who often hangs around the leaders and knows how to read their expressions, didn't say anything more. The GAZ Jeep, which started to speed up, arrived at the downstairs of the destination in a short while.

What surprised Malashenko a little was that Kotin, who Volokov said was supposed to be waiting for him in the office, was actually standing at the door of the office building with several entourages, as if waiting for his arrival.

As soon as Malashenko stepped out of the car, Kotin, with a smile on his face like a flower, immediately opened his arms and rushed towards Malashenko.

"Haha, Comrade Malashenko, it's not easy to invite you to Chelyabinsk! I was originally thinking about what to do if you don't come. But who knew that you came so quickly just a few days after the letter went out. This is simply the best testimony of our friendship and our common struggle for the motherland!"

Fuck, you are worthy of being the Marshal's son-in-law!

A person's butt is influenced by the position he sits on for a long time, and the way and content of his speech will also change greatly because of this position.

Malashenko usually comes into contact with soldiers, and the soldiers of the Red Army either speak directly and do not hide their minds, or a small number of sinister or scheming people are silent and secretly spy.

When Kotin's polite words come out, it really gives people a different feeling, as if the friendship between the two people is instantly sublimated to the level of two heroes of the motherland.

Although this is true to some extent, what is more important is that this way of communication can make people feel refreshed. With such words in front, many things will become easier to handle. It seems that Kotin's success around Stalin is indeed not a lie.

Kotin got off such a good sedan chair and gave it to Malashenko. Comrade Ma naturally had to give face to Comrade Kotin. A bear hug like a good brother was presented to everyone present.

"On behalf of all the soldiers and officers of the First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, I thank you, Comrade Kotin!"

"The IS1 heavy tank you led to design is powerful and efficient. It is a very useful anti-fascist war machine! We used this new heavy tank to teach the Germans a lesson. They thought that the garbage square iron box would be our opponent. Ha, these idiots! Our Red Army's heavy tanks are the strongest in the world!"

Malashenko said this not casually or improvised, but specifically found the most desired and itchy place in Kotin's heart and prescribed the right medicine.

What does Kotin want? Of course, it is an affirmation and proof of his hard work!

But Kotin is just a designer, not a commander or a soldier. All this needs a practitioner to complete it on his behalf.

The practitioner Kotin found for himself was Malashenko, and Malashenko was also willing to play this role, because this is a win-win and mutually beneficial transaction. Malashenko will get Kotin's friendship and more powerful heavy tanks, which is the most important of all.

He was praised in front of so many people, and he almost blew it to the Zenith Star.

Even though Kotin knew that the people around him were his own people whom he could trust, he was still very happy about it.

Because since Malashenko could say this here, he could say it anywhere else. This was not just a polite remark for him! Kotin was sure of this.

Because the quality of the IS1 heavy tank itself was related to Malashenko's life and death, Kotin didn't think anyone would joke about his life and use it as a platform for polite remarks. For the two people who were very cunning, this alone was enough to make each other understand.

"Come, Comrade Malashenko, let's talk in my office. I have prepared materials, design drawings, reports, improvement plans, prototype vehicle plans, and of course, a hearty lunch! There are many delicious meat products that I specially prepared to entertain our heroes."

Malashenko, who was already very hungry, immediately gave Kotin a grateful look when he heard this, and the words he continued to speak were enough to make people feel refreshed.

"We will have a pleasant conversation, Comrade Kotin, I am sure of that, and I believe you will think so too."

"Haha, of course it will be like that! Comrade Malashenko, please."