Steel Soviet Union

The cold wind and snow outside the car howled bitterly, but the atmosphere inside the car was strange and terrifyingly silent.

Malashenko put his forehead on the steering wheel and said nothing. After hearing what Malashenko had just said, the political commissar comrades on the side did not know what to say for a while and were always thinking in silence.

"I have never experienced anything like you, and I am not qualified to judge what you have experienced."

"But if I have to say something, at least from a man's point of view, you did a good job, Malashenko. It's a pity that I have been a bachelor all my life. I didn't care about it when I was young, and I didn't care about it when I was old. I don’t even have any interest anymore. I can’t give you much guidance in this regard. You can only rely on your own ideas and judgment.”

"In short, believe in yourself, because I believe you can handle all this well with your current situation, and you will!"

Guiding a person can certainly lead him to the road far ahead, but if you just blindly guide and teach people to fish without teaching them how to fish, the final result may not be very good.

Once they lose the guidance and help they are accustomed to relying on, people who have been passively accepting dependence and help for a long time may instantly fall to the bottom, lose the courage and confidence to continue moving forward, and even lose their way.

Comrade political commissar was very aware of the existence of this situation, and began to deliberately prepare and make changes for this situation.

More and more often, Malashenko needs to make his own decisions, instead of continuing to seek answers from his political commissar comrades as in the past.

In the final analysis, the relationship between men and women is just a microcosm, nothing more.

"Forget it, it's useless to talk about it. It will only get colder in the middle of the night. There's no time to waste. Let's go over and take a look at the new gun, and quickly get out of the way. I'm so tired now that I feel like I'm about to fall asleep on the steering wheel. "

Malashenko himself did not want to mention this matter anymore and deliberately turned over the topic. Naturally, Comrade Political Commissar also found it difficult to say anything more and could only forget it.

But judging from Malashenko's current face and facial expression, it seems that the situation is pretty good. It's just that no matter what kind of problem it is, it takes some time to think carefully and figure out what to do in the future, even if it is a ruthless person like Malashenko.

The small GAZ Jeep continued to move forward on the snowy night road with its headlights turned on, swaying. Malashenko, who was holding the steering wheel tightly in his hands, braced himself and kept his eyes fixed on the front.

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who always felt that it was a bit weird to continue chatting, chose to avoid talking. He took out two cigarettes and gave one to himself and Malashenko. The remaining distance, which was not too long, was spent in this atmosphere. It didn't take long for the destination to be reached.

"We're here, that guy Karamov is waiting for us, get off the car."

Malashenko did not turn off the car but chose to open the door and get out of the car. Considering that he would have to go back soon in such horrible weather, it was best to keep the car's engine running to create some warmth. Otherwise, he would not be able to start the fire when he was about to leave later. Malashenko did not want to encounter such an unexpected situation.

"Comrade division commander, comrade political commissar, good evening! Welcome to the Field Maintenance Group and Logistics Equipment Department for inspection!"

Since Malashenko intended to reduce the burden on Comrade Political Commissar and remove most of his burdens, Karamov has taken over most of the unnecessary work of Comrade Political Commissar and became the new commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division. "General Manager".

Not only do you have to repair tanks and vehicles, you also have to take care of logistics and supply issues to get everything done.

It may sound like a lot of tasks, and it’s very arduous.

But we, Comrade Ma, are absolutely convinced that Karamov is capable of doing all this.

This guy is not only one of the few college students in the entire division with a high diploma, but he also has a good brain and is flexible in his work without being rigid.

The most important thing is that Karamov is an old man brought out by Malashenko. To put it bluntly, he is one of his confidants.

Karamov has been there all the way from 1941 to 44 years now. Although he has made some small mistakes in the past, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that Malashenko trusts Karamov very much and believes that he has this ability. For the superior, all this is enough.

"Where are the guns? Where is everything?"

The impatient Malashenko did not go around any detours and chose to get straight to the point. Naturally, Karamov also knew the reason why he was able to invite the two great masters "Comrade Commander" and "Comrade Political Commissar" at once. Come, simply answer directly and without reservation.

"The gun is at the back, comrade division commander. According to your order, I sent a special group of soldiers to guard it. There is no order to strictly prohibit anyone from contacting it. It's just that I took one and tinkered with it for a long time. I really couldn't bear it. "Hey, my hands feel itchy. If you don't let me play with them, I might not be able to sleep well tonight. I hope this is okay, Comrade Commander."

Karamov is a "mechanical madman" somewhat similar to Kalashnikov. It is said that he is mad just because he is a little too obsessed and not really crazy. It is just a description of his love for machinery.

Since 1941, Karamov has been fond of collecting all kinds of firearms, including the Red Army's own and, of course, more of those seized from the Germans after cleaning up the battlefield. After collecting it, all that's left is to play with, disassemble, maintain, and reassemble. Every gun worth collecting is made like a work of art by Karamov, as it has always been.

Of course Malashenko knew about Karamov's gun-hungry problem, but it was not a big problem.

There may be problems if other people touch those guns without their permission, but Karamov is one of his confidants. Malashenko not only allows him to do this, but even wants to ask him how he feels about the guns and What's the review? But that's a story for later.

"Has anyone come into contact with these guns? How many people have seen them?"

Malashenko asked as he strode through the snow in the direction of Karamov's finger. Karamov, who was following closely, had roughly guessed what Malashenko meant, and answered without thinking. blurted out.

"When the truck was unloaded, it was all sealed. No one knew what was inside. I opened a sealed receipt and found out it was a batch of new guns. After I signed on it, I followed the instructions on the receipt. After prompting the request, he resealed it and put it back and handed it to the ensign who delivered it. "

"So the entire transportation process should be very confidential, I guess so. After the items arrived, the process of unpacking one of the boxes was also strictly confidential. I pried open the box with my own hands after clearing the warehouse tent, and no one else was present. I know what I should do, Comrade Commander, you can be absolutely assured of me.”