Steel Soviet Union

Just from the excited expression on his face, it can be seen that the young warrior did not lie, he indeed showed his true feelings and told the truth.

In many cases, the more inconspicuous the small items, the more important they can play. The 56-style chest hanger is such an existence.

Malashenko had already expected that the 56-style chest strap would have such an effect, so even so, there was nothing surprising. What was rare was that Varosha, who was following closely at the side, suddenly spoke up at this time.

"This was drawn and designed by Comrade Division Commander himself. After it was handed over, it was successfully put into production with only minor modifications. Now everyone is using ammunition and equipment designed by Comrade Division Commander himself. Comrade Division Commander is with his comrades anytime and anywhere. , can best feel and understand everyone’s actual needs, right comrades?”

Malashenko really didn't expect that Varosha would suddenly make such a move, but what followed was a burst of ecstatic cheers from the soldiers.

"Designed by Comrade Master? No wonder it's so good. I thought it was possible before!"

"Yes! It's tailor-made for our actual needs. How could someone who doesn't understand the battlefield conditions possibly design it? This is the masterpiece of an idiot."

"Great! Comrade Commander is so awesome! Really awesome!"

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Everyone sincerely feels good about it, but the one who feels a bit troublesome now is Comrade Ma.

After being stunned for a while and not knowing how to answer, Malashenko, who had been thinking for a long time, could only hold back a sentence that was not nutritious.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the comrades find it easy to use, suitable and satisfied! I have been communicating closely with the military design team at the rear and striving to provide all Red Army soldiers with the best-performing and most reliable new equipment. The ammunition on everyone's bodies Equipment and new assault rifles are all manifestations, and we will continue to do so until our Red Army completely crushes the Fascists and wins the war!”

After finishing the brief review and returning to the Varosha regiment headquarters, Malashenko was finally able to calm down and rest for a while.

He told Varosha that he no longer needed to accompany him and could go back to rest. Comrade Lao Ma, who had worked hard all day, also turned off the lights early, lay down and quietly looked up at the tent roof above his head, preparing to rest.

Thinking about it carefully, if it were this time before time travel, I would probably pick up my phone and watch all kinds of ghost videos. Maybe I would also watch some movies and chat with the female night owls who stayed up late and didn't sleep. Asked if he wanted to come out and do some late night activities that everyone would enjoy.

But now, I have been away from this wonderful nightlife for three full years.

In the past three years, I have gone from lying down in an abandoned house, working during the day and never leaving my electronic devices at night, to a Soviet tank soldier who never leaves his hand, smokes, is elegant and easy-going, and is either working on the German army or on the road to the German army. Major General.

"Ah, who really could have thought that I would look like this in the future? I thought that my whole life would be so mediocre. I really just wanted to live a peaceful life with no desires but full of beautiful things. "

"but"

Thinking of this, Malashenko couldn't help but smile lightly. Changing his way of life has indeed made him change and grow a lot. No one can easily deny that this is a failed way of life.

"This is another kind of excitement."

After a good night's sleep, when I woke up again it was already the morning sun in the sky.

"Well, yes, I just got up. I still have food in my mouth. I slept well last night and I'm quite energetic now."

"What? The stuff has been delivered? Where is it? At our division's station, over at Karamov?"

"Okay, I understand. Well, I'll go back right now. Everything is ready. I'll go directly to Karamov's place. Yes, I want to check it as soon as possible. That's it, we'll talk about it when we meet."

The call came directly from Comrade Political Commissar to the regiment headquarters in Varosha, just as Malashenko arrived at the regiment headquarters with breakfast in his mouth.

Malashenko knew what Comrade Political Commissar meant when he mentioned "the goods have been delivered." The only goods he could miss were the ones sent from Kotin.

What exactly will it be?

Malashenko, who was already sitting in the car and hurriedly rushing back, didn't know. Thinking about it carefully, Hu himself had talked about too many things with Ke Jing last time, and there were too many new concept designs and new equipment in progress.

Malashenko still doesn’t know exactly how Kogin turned the things he talked about last time into reality. He only hopes that these new gadgets will be of great use in the battle that will begin tomorrow.

Comrade Division Commander's special car drove almost all the way back to the division headquarters at maximum cross-country speed and went straight to the location of Karamov's field maintenance and logistics support group.

As soon as Malashenko got out of the car, he saw a long queue of dozens of large trucks parked at the station and unloading. The political commissar who arrived first was giving on-site command. At a glance, he saw that Malashenko had arrived. Immediately afterwards he led people to catch up.

"Let me introduce, Malashenko, this is Comrade Kotin."

"No introduction is necessary, Comrade Political Commissar, General Malashenko and I have already met, just a few months ago."

The gentle middle-aged man wearing glasses politely declined Commissar Petrov's further introduction. As he said, Malashenko did know the man in front of him with glasses. He was sent to pick him up at the station when he went to Kotin last time. His own secretary-general.

"We meet again, Comrade General, how are you doing recently?"

Malashenko's first impression of the secretary-general next to Kogin was pretty good. After all, he helped him a lot as soon as he met him. Strictly speaking, Malashenko also had a good reason for that plane trip. I owe him a favor regarding the wounded.

"It's okay, Comrade Secretary-General. But I really didn't expect Ke Jing to send you. I thought someone who knew more about the military industry would come to take over."

The people around Ke Jing are divided into two groups: one group is professional civil servants who specialize in civilian work and political work, and the other group is professional military personnel who do not intervene in this area and only focus on military production. Ke Jing divides the two groups of people The management is well organized and everyone performs their duties.

Based on the principle of letting professionals do professional things, Malashenko really felt that it might not be appropriate for the Secretary-General to do this.

After hearing what Malashenko said, the Secretary-General pushed up his glasses and just smiled faintly.

"You are right, Comrade General. In fact, it was Comrade Shashmulin who should have led the team this time. It's just that he was busy with work at the Kirov Factory and couldn't get away from Leningrad, so he really couldn't spare the time. It’s up to me to come, at least I’m relatively familiar with the specific situation and know the supplies on the list.”

Shashmulin was still busy, and Malashenko felt somewhat disappointed when he heard the news.

Because from the side, this also means that Shashmulin’s prototype design and construction work is not yet completed. Otherwise, based on Malashenko's understanding of him, Shashmulin would most likely come over in person with his work.

Since there is no Daddy 7, we can only count on something else. Malashenko, who was still full of expectations in his heart, asked.