Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko was not surprised that he was interviewed by reporters. What was really surprising was why Americans and British people came to interview him now? I don’t know much about this area. Did such a thing really happen in history?

No matter what the confused Malashenko thought, the tasks assigned by Zhukov himself had to be completed, and interviews with American and British reporters had become an imperative. What should really be considered is how to deal with the errands next, and then we can talk about it after passing this level.

But before parting with Zhukov, Malashenko still had one thing to do: hand two things to Comrade Zhukov.

The first thing was the "Luxury Supreme Noble" version of the artillery Ruger pistol that Malashenko captured in Stalingrad last time, or a set is more appropriate.

This extremely special Ruger pistol was originally intended by Malashenko as a gift to Lao Zhu. However, after parting with Stalingrad, it was really difficult to see Comrade Lao Zhu again. Now Malashenko Ke Ke finally waited for the opportunity.

"This is a beautiful gun. Where did you get it?"

It should be said that Comrade Lao Zhu is really not the kind of person who accepts "bribes" casually, but Malashenko, who has a very tricky eye for picking gifts, is not an ordinary person.

The first gift of this move was delivered directly to Comrade Zhukov's heart. This rare collector's edition of the Artillery Ruger, which was originally passed down to his son by his father, a Junker noble, had attracted Zhukov from the first moment he saw it. Liked it.

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"Yes, very good! You can tell it's a good gun just by the sound!"

Watching Zhukov assembling the gun stock in a slightly fumbling and first-time attempt, pulling the toggle to hang the empty chamber, Malashenko, who was in the same room with Comrade Zhu, could naturally hear the words that would make any man intoxicated. The crisp sound of metal clashing.

This incomparably beautiful sound is enough for all pure men to find it hard to refuse. Every syllable and every note sounds so healing, and it is simply more breathtaking than the whisper of a goddess in a dream.

"It's a coincidence, Comrade Marshal."

"In Stalingrad, we happened to eliminate a very well-equipped German commando team. These fascist ghosts wanted to sneak attack the army headquarters and perform a decapitation operation, but they fell into our hands instead. Lead the team The German officer happened to have such a gun, and the gun also had the relief decoration that those pedantic nobles liked, which is very rare. "

"I thought you would like it, so I kept it specially. Time passed so long that I almost forgot about it, but luckily I remembered it in time."

Malashenko had nothing to hide and made it straight to the point that he meant to give gifts.

As for Comrade Lao Zhu, it was difficult to refuse Malashenko's "gift".

Such a gun is indeed a rare treasure that can be encountered but cannot be obtained. Those German officers have taken a fancy to the Ruger P08, and the artillery version of the Ruger with an extended barrel is even rarer. Even Comrade Lao Zhu had seen this artillery Luger pistol with embossed decoration on the body and a complete set of accessories for the first time. As a pure man, it would be false to say that he didn't like it.

"It's really hard to refuse, Malashenko, I have to admit it this time."

After removing the empty magazine, unloading the butt, and putting the Luger and the butt back into the holster, Zhukov officially accepted Malashenko's gift.

"Okay, I accept your gift, but what is it?"

What Zhukov picked up was a report, and this was the important thing that Malashenko had promised Karamov before and really wanted to give it to Zhukov.

"This is a device designed by my field maintenance regiment leader, Comrade Marshal."

"It can be used to directly communicate between the members inside the tank and the infantry outside. It is a wired communication and can realize two-way calls. It is an electric bell reminder device with a very simple structure and the sound is loud enough."

"In Stalingrad, we tried a simple version of this device for the first time, which showed an improvement in combat effectiveness beyond imagination. With it, the cooperation between infantry and tanks will be closer, and there will no longer be a need for tanks. In battle with the infantry, we can only rely on tacit understanding to guess the situation.”

"I judge based on my actual combat experience that this device will be very useful! And it is made of very simple materials, which is convenient for mass production in wartime. If possible, I hope to promote this device in all tank units of the entire Red Army. This set of equipment will greatly reduce the casualties of soldiers, both tank soldiers and infantry. I hope you can help promote it.”

Along with Malashenko's explanation, Zhukov spread out the hand-drawn design drawing the size of a newspaper in his hand and looked at it carefully. The component designs and conductive circuits are clearly marked, and the drawings are quite professional. Functional descriptions of individual components are even included where necessary, which is enough for Zhukov to understand clearly based on Malashenko's explanation. .

"It seems that you have a rare and valuable talent in your army, Malashenko. The drawing level of this drawing can already catch up with the level of the design bureau."

Facing Zhukov's unhesitating truth, Malashenko could only scratch his head in embarrassment with a slight smile. Karamov, who had studied in a tank design bureau and a machinery factory, indeed has commendable professionalism and talent.

"I will take the things back and find other more professional people to look at and study them. If it is indeed effective, I will submit a report to Comrade Stalin personally. The things described on the drawings do have a great effect."

With Zhukov's personal promise, this major event that will benefit the entire Red Army once realized can officially come to an end.

Next, Malashenko is about to face that group of "Western reporters" who give people a headache just thinking about it.

Next to the heavy equipment station some distance away from Malashenko's current location, a tall, thin, white-faced guy who had obviously been roughed up just now was shouting loudly at the Red Army soldier who had snatched his camera not far away.

"Hey! This is so rude! You can't do this, give me my camera back! Hey, hey!!!"

Several Red Army soldiers who did not understand English at all walked away with the "trophies" they had just captured without even looking back. They were obviously too lazy to pay attention to the British guy who was yelling something strange.

Seeing that his "protest" was ineffective, the British reporter was so angry that his nostrils were enlarged and he was spitting out white air. He put his hands on his hips and then started to complain to his accompanying colleagues.

"Look at these rude and disrespectful Russians! This is how they treat their benefactors. The tanks and planes that our British Empire gave them as support were all given away for free. I must write an article to expose their ugly faces and the truth!"

Compared with the incompetent rage of this young, lanky boy, the other middle-aged man leading the team with a capitalist-style mustache had a calm face, as if the scene of violently snatching away the camera just should have happened. Not surprising at all.

"Charlie, I told you before. Don't take random pictures of those Russian weapons and equipment. Have you forgotten the last time the Americans took random pictures of fighter jets?"

Even though he knew that what he was doing was against the rules, it was the unique pride and dissatisfaction of young people that still made the young British reporter, who was called Charlie, feel indignant.

"The Russian fighter jets are secret, so are their tanks? If we can't take any exclusive photos on this trip, why do we come to this freezing Russian hell place? Wow!!! Damn it, God, I'm tired of the heat in this damn place! I don't know how those Russians managed it."

Charlie's camera was confiscated by a Russian sentry for taking pictures everywhere, but that didn't matter.

Martin, who has a capitalist mustache, believed that after the Russians took away the film and inspected it, they would naturally return the camera to them.

What we need to do now is to calm down this little guy who wanted to make big news but was slapped in the face by the Russians. You must know that he is the son of the editor-in-chief, so you have to comfort him for his father's sake.

"Calm down, Charlie. The Russians will show us what they can take. Now you should think about how to interview the Russian general later. It is not easy to get this opportunity."