Steel Soviet Union

"Teaching? To Americans and John Bull? And it's only half a month???"

Being sent back to teach the Yankees and John Bull was not the most important thing, the most important thing was the timing. read

We have now reached the end of Operation Bagration, and the destruction of the German Army Group Center is already a certainty and inevitable. This also means that the next stage of overseas operations is about to begin. The first goal after crossing the border is to capture Poland, which has been occupied by the German army for a long time. The first battle abroad is Malashenko. Don't want to miss it.

"Comrade Commander, let me teach the Yankees and the British. In principle, I have no problem. I will definitely obey the orders of my superiors and ensure that I complete the task."

"But this class only lasts half a month, and it will take twenty days to go back and forth with all the hassle. If not, it will only be one or two days short. The Bagration operation has been carried out until this time, which I am worried about. If I go abroad to fight next, I will not be able to return to the front line in time to participate in combat missions. It is not worth it to affect our own combat effectiveness for the Americans and the British. "

Looking at Malashenko's impatient and anxious expression to explain the situation, Vatutin, who was convinced that he understood what Malashenko was thinking, quickly spoke again.

“Let’s talk about the first question first, about going abroad to fight.

"You are right. As far as I know from the Supreme Command, the relevant combat plans are indeed in progress. If we don't give the enemy a chance to breathe, we will launch continuous assaults and be driven out of our land. Even if the Germans retreat to Poland, they will not be able to rest in peace. They will continue to attack hard before they recover, and let them fall into continuous hard battles and exhaust themselves, so as to achieve the best expected results of the battle. "

"Indeed, it is impossible for such a large-scale strategic offensive operation not to involve your Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division. Even if I had this idea, my superiors would not allow me to do so and let the leader division sleep in the rear. It’s a crime to feel like you’re sitting on the bench.”

"but"

Vatutin, who had finished speaking, suddenly paused, as if he was thoughtful and organizing his words, which really made the impatient Malashenko extremely anxious.

"It's just what? Comrade Commander, that's what you said."

"Well, don't worry, I was just going to say it."

The unhurried Vatutin was really thinking about things, thinking about how to tell Malashenko completely and in detail about this relatively complicated situation.

Before speaking again, Vatutin turned his head and glanced at the scene behind him. Vatutin found that there were more than ten or twenty busy staff officers and various handymen in Malashenko's division headquarters camp, coming in and out. Sometimes more and sometimes less, some words are really not suitable to be said clearly in this kind of place.

"Come out with me for a smoke? Comrade Stalin gave me the reward for the Korson-Shevchenkovsky battle. Let's try it together?"

Vatutin is not the kind of ascetic who doesn't smoke or drink. Like most Red Army soldiers, he is a tough guy who drinks heavily and smokes constantly. Malashenko knows this.

However, when Vatutin proposed to take out two sticks at this time, something was really wrong and unexpected.

But Malashenko, who is good at observing words and emotions, soon read another meaning from Vatutin's eyes. Probably Vatutin's smoking here was fake, and his words were genuine. What he said next estimated that the entire division I should be the only one in the department’s tent who is qualified to know.

"Of course, Comrade Commander, let's go this way."

"Um"

Malashenko did not lead Vatutin out of the front door, but opened the curtain through the back door of the division headquarters tent and got out. Usually no one walks here, and few people pass by, because the comrades in the division headquarters basically know that the division commander and political commissar comrades like to smoke outside the back door of the division headquarters camp and think quietly without being disturbed, unless it is an emergency. No one will come looking for you.

He took out a pack of prize cigarettes given by his kind father from his pocket and gave it to Malashenko. Then he took out another pack of cigarettes and took out a lighter to light it up. He also gave it to Malashenko. Coe also lit the cigarette. This immediately made Comrade Ma shout in his heart, "How can I let the commander light a cigarette?" Comrade Ma quickly covered the fire with his hand, fearing that he would neglect Big Brother Vatugin by not being polite enough.

"There are many people with mixed eyesight, so I can only say it here. What I am going to tell you next is highly confidential. It is also because you are one of the direct participants in this matter and it is very important, so you are qualified to know it. You can't know it without permission." Don’t tell anyone about this, it’s safer if one less person knows about it, do you understand?”

After hearing this, Malashenko held a cigarette in his hand and smiled bitterly. No matter how stupid he is, he understands the twists and turns of this kind of thing.

"Don't worry, Comrade Commander, I always follow the rules."

"Um"

Vatutin, who had already thought about how to tell Malashenko about this, did not hesitate and blurted out the words he had organized.

"In fact, it stands to reason that we would not agree to the request of the British and Americans, because these guys are really a bit too much. Not only do they want you to teach them, they also want the relevant design and technical information of our country's main tanks currently in service. It’s almost like copying the essence of the Red Army’s tank force.”

"Humph, these British and Americans think so well. Who do they think they are? Can they make whatever demands they want after giving us a small favor? They really regard the Soviet Union as their colony."

The British and Americans were so shameless in using the Lend-Lease Act to send some support to the Soviet Union. Not only did they want to learn tactics and tactics from the best front-line commanders and fighters of the Red Army's tank troops, they also wanted to buy the technical equipment of the Red Army's tank troops for free. You would never have such an outrageous situation in your dreams, right?

But what is even more outrageous is that the loving father Stalin actually agreed to this matter, and the British and Americans agreed to it.

According to Malashenko's impression of his fatherly comrade, when Stalin encountered this situation, shouldn't he have just ridiculed the British and Americans, rejected the application, kicked him out, and left the country within a time limit?

There must be a demon when something goes wrong, and for Stalin to make such a decision, there must be something behind it that he doesn't know.

"I don't understand, Comrade Commander, why Comrade Leader would agree to the unreasonable demands of the British and Americans. In my opinion, even if it is a fair transaction, the British and Americans should always pay something of equal value, right?"

Upon hearing this, Vatugin suddenly smiled, flicked the ashes of his cigarette and nodded.

"More than paying for things of equal value, the British and Americans are simply bleeding blood this time."