Steel Soviet Union

Looking at the document he received from Montgomery in his hand, Major General Charlieson couldn't help but feel confused and confused. read

"28 years old? Rank of Major General? And the Soviet Army's highest honor award, twice?"

The brief personal introduction information was so confusing that Major General Charlieson, who had always been calm, couldn't help but subconsciously said this.

"Is his father Stalin? Only a dictator would take care of his son like this, right?"

The unsmiling Montgomery just sat behind his desk and replied quietly without saying any more words.

"You can continue to scroll back. It still takes a lot of effort to find out the details. Another question, have you heard of the nickname "Iron Butcher"?"

"Iron Butcher?"

Major General Charlieson, who was sitting on the guest sofa with a document in his hand, was suddenly startled, followed by a thoughtful expression that quickly changed. It was indeed that he remembered something as he traced back his memories.

"Of course, this name appears quite frequently in the mouths of German prisoners of war. It seems to be a famous Soviet general who repeatedly inflicted heavy damage on the Germans and almost beat up all the famous German troops on the Eastern Front. The nickname is probably given to Zhukov or Rokoso. Russian names are really long and hard to remember, haha."

Major General Charleson's laughter was limited to himself. Montgomery, who was just smiling but not laughing out loud, then added.

"If I tell you, I have conclusive evidence that the "Iron Butcher" who terrifies the front-line troops of the Germans is the young man recorded in the document in your hand. And his father is not Stalin, he even He lost his parents at a very young age and was just an orphan who was born into a poor peasant family and grew up relying on villagers’ relief. Would you believe it?”

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Major General Charlieson blinked his eyes, his expression as still as a poker card almost said "I'm shocked" written on his face, and he blurted out unbelievable words.

"How is this possible?"

"If you say he is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, no, even if he is only in his thirties, that would still be understandable. In his twenties, he is only twenty-eight years old, that's it. I can't believe this is true, it's so unbelievable!"

Major General Charleson's reaction was as expected. In fact, this kind of reaction can be called normal. Montgomery, who was always smiling while sitting behind his desk, then revealed his true purpose. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

"So this needs to be confirmed with your own eyes, Charlie."

"If this young man named Malashenko really has something extraordinary, then even if you have to pay a certain price, you must try your best to bring something back to us."

"An understanding of tactics, tactics, and battle doctrine, no matter what, is what we need most right now."

"Compared to the time when we fought against Rommel in North Africa, the German armored forces have undergone tremendous changes. To deal with such a difficult enemy, we must try every means to improve our own strength. Equipment Just hard power and soft power cannot be ignored. This will be the most important task of your trip.”

Thinking back to all this not long ago, it still feels vivid and fresh in my mind.

After witnessing the so-called Soviet Army's most elite leader's division chopping up melons and vegetables against the Germans, Major General Charlieson increasingly felt that Marshal Montgomery's judgment might be right. The young man named Malashenko , may indeed hide some secrets that ordinary people cannot think of and are difficult to understand.

To unlock the answer, you can only do it by meeting him in person, just as Montgomery told him personally, and it is now time to transition to this stage.

"Colonel Ivanov, our application has been submitted for three days. When will you allow us to meet with General Malashenko?"

Major General Charleson, who came from a small British aristocratic family, could not speak Russian. Fortunately, the Soviets, whose hospitality was acceptable, did not deliberately make things difficult and bully them. They sent a colonel who knew English, that is, Ivanov in front of them to act as Guides and accompanying representatives, which saves you the extra trouble of finding an interpreter.

Major General Charlieson's questioning attitude was very respectful. As the saying goes, don't slap someone with a smiling face. With such a respectful and easy-going attitude, it is difficult for people to show displeasure and slap others in the face. After all, they are still allies. It's just that these unpleasant words should be made clear, but Colonel Ivanov still had to choose to make it clear to his face "without mercy".

"I'm afraid I have to say I'm sorry, General."

"General Malashenko is one of the most outstanding front-line commanders and fighters in our country. He is the son of the people, the beloved general of the leader and comrades, and a rare and precious talent for the motherland."

"As you can see, he is currently leading his troops in a fierce battle with the evil fascist lackeys. Of course we have accepted the application you submitted, but the superiors' research will still take time. In addition, we have to wait until Comrade General has finished handling the battle at hand. After killing those fascist lackeys, the meeting can be put on the agenda. This will take a process and some time. "

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Saying this again, hey, these Soviets are really

Forget it, don't say it, there's no point in being anxious, it's better to continue waiting, but I'm afraid the marshal will have to explain it carefully in the telegram.

Major General Charlieson was very much looking forward to the meeting with Malashenko. As time went by, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this young man was very extraordinary. Major General Charlieson felt that this would definitely be fruitful. After coming to the Soviet Union, he had various experiences. What he saw and heard was so real that even little boys on the streets of Moscow were holding illustrated magazines with Namashenko's portrait in their hands.

There's no way the Soviets could go to such great lengths to pull off a shocking scam, right? The fear shown in the eyes and words of those German prisoners of war was also very real. This was confirmed by myself when I went to the prisoner of war camp to interrogate a group of prisoners of war.

Almost all the German soldiers who were transferred from the Eastern Front to the Western Front knew about this "Steel Butcher". It is impossible for the Germans to collude with the Soviets to commit fraud, right? This makes no sense.

Lieutenant General Charlieson lay awake on the camp bed prepared by the Soviets, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about things. This was the first time he had suffered from insomnia since he got off the plane in the Soviet Union.

However, when the groggy Major General Charleson waited until early the next morning and planned to ask the Soviets for some water to wash his face and wake up first, a sudden piece of good news made him happy after a brief daze.