Steel Soviet Union

"Congratulations, General Charleson. I have just received notification that Moscow has approved your application to meet with General Malashenko. We have also informed the US representative, Major General Andrews, that you will all have an interview. Time to meet Comrade General.”

It’s done, it’s finally done!

During the tossing and turning that lasted all night, Major General Charlieson thought several times that the Soviets would change their minds midway and be unwilling to let their precious generals come to meet foreigners like them.

After all, although the United States, Britain and the Soviet Union are allies on the surface, everyone knows in private that the three countries are incompatible with each other, with different ideas and completely different values. If this can still make the same pot pee. Here, it would be strange to force them to play together happily. At present, it is just a temporary team formed because of a common enemy like the Germans.

Now that the Soviets have actually agreed, this is a surprise and a huge gift from God for Major General Charleson, who has been on tenterhooks all night. His trip to the Soviet Union will finally not be a futile one where he just looks at the war and ends with it. A journey of meaning.

"This is really the best news I have heard today. To be precise, it should be the best news I have heard since I came to the Soviet Union! Colonel Ivanov."

Major General Charlieson did not hide his happiness and excitement. In fact, under the premise that you took the initiative to submit an application and specifically wanted to meet a young major general by name, it is actually unnecessary and pointless to make too many false disguises. significance.

The Soviets are not fools, so why can't they see your little thoughts?

I took the initiative to submit the application but kept asking about the progress every now and then. Now that I've allowed you to see me and told you the good news, you're still pretending to be reserved and act like it's nothing? Come on, this pretense is not good at all.

"So, when will the meeting be scheduled? I need a specific time, Colonel Ivanov, so that my colleagues can prepare in advance to learn from General Malashenko."

"This is okay"

Hearing Major General Charleson's question, Colonel Ivanov, who had expected to be asked such a question, shook his head, smiled slightly, and quickly answered again.

"As I said yesterday, this will have to wait until Comrade General has finished handling the battle at hand and completed the combat tasks assigned to him by his superiors." The relevant arrangements have been put on the agenda. When the date is confirmed, I will notify you as soon as possible. Please be assured of this.

"After all, this is a war era, and the Great Patriotic War is still going on. Long live understanding, am I right?"

""

Major General Charleson, who had been smiling just now, suddenly had a stiff expression, but it was unrealistic to put on an ugly face. How could he show off his face when asking for help? Major General Charlieson, who felt quite disappointed, could only agree with a smile in the end.

"Then thank you, sir, but we really don't have enough time. The war is still spreading and raging in Europe. If possible, please arrange it as soon as possible."

Hearing that the British major general in front of him even used his honorific title, Colonel Ivanov's smile widened even more and he just laughed.

"That's natural. Please don't worry, General."

Malashenko, who had just been temporarily free from the quagmire of the war, did not know that there was such a group of people talking about him in a friendly position not far from him, and even wanted to see him quickly.

After fighting fiercely all day yesterday and surrounding the defeated Germans in the suburbs all night, Malashenko, who had planned to continue taking action at dawn and sent these fascist lackeys on their way, was slightly surprised. I heard unexpected news.

After thinking about life all night, the German commander on the opposite side had decided to lead his troops to surrender unconditionally. He only asked for the most basic and fair treatment of prisoners.

"This Sukka has eight infantry regiments in his hands. Eight regiments collapsed in just one day and one night? We can't catch all the pigs in eight regiments in one day and one night, right?"

Iushkin, who was always nagging whenever he had nothing to do, was complaining that the Germans were too stretched and the beatings were not satisfying enough. It was far from enough to make him feel satisfied with the revenge and anger in his heart.

When Malashenko, who was standing next to the tank and holding a tank cap in his hand, heard this, Iushkin added this at the right time.

"The pigs in the Eighth Regiment don't know how to survive, but the Germans in the Eighth Regiment know. It's that simple."

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Now that we are exempted from fighting, we have to do other things, such as checking on the prisoners and condolences to the wounded. These are all matters that need to be handled personally by the division commander Malashenko.

The situation is no longer what it used to be. Comrade political commissar, whose health is getting worse day by day, can no longer do all the work for Malashenko as he did in the past. Malashenko also wanted Comrade Political Commissar to continue to witness the victory of the war together, but he had to ask Comrade Political Commissar to pay attention to his health, even if he was a little busy and tired, that would be fine.

It was just that as soon as Malashenko stepped into the division headquarters camp with his left foot and raised his right leg, he saw the political commissar walking towards his direction holding a telegram in his hand.

"Yes, this must be another message from above."

Malashenko's guess was correct. Comrade Political Commissar's immediate words after he arrived confirmed his guess, but he was still a little surprised.

"There is an urgent call from the Front Army Headquarters. Commander Vatutin is on his way. He will soon come to the front line to inspect. The first stop will be our division headquarters."

"Comrade Commander? Why is this happening again? No, I mean it's so far away. Does he need to come here in person?"

The straight-line distance between the northern protrusion and the location of the front army headquarters is seventy or eighty kilometers. This is the result of the front army headquarters moving forward with the advancement of the battle line. If calculated based on the previous position, it would be even further away.

There is no way. The Northern Bulge is the northern border of the war zone that Vatutin's Third Belarusian Front is responsible for. It is directly connected with the Baltic Front. The encirclement and suppression of the Bulge was completed by the joint efforts of the two fronts. Vatutin is responsible for it. It is not surprising that the northernmost sideline position of the war zone has traveled such a long distance.

The strange thing is that Vatutin has been visiting Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division a little too frequently recently. In Malashenko's impression, this should be the third meeting since the beginning of Operation Bagration.

The first time was "Comrade Ma, I heard you've gotten rich." The second time was when I finished the train robbery and handed over the treasure. I don't know what the reason for this third meeting was.

Anyway, Malashenko finally figured it out. If Vatutin came to find him, he would definitely go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. Fortunately, the combat unit commanders and soldiers cannot leave the unit during the war, otherwise I would probably have to be called to the front army headquarters to run non-stop, which would be even more troublesome.

"What could this be?"

After pondering for a long time, Malashenko couldn't figure it out. He held the telegram in his hand and couldn't figure out the result. In the end, he had no choice but to speak to the political commissar comrades beside him.

"Inform the guard company to assemble and prepare to greet Comrade Commander. I will lead the team myself."