Steel Soviet Union

Is this guy my student?

Is he that Malashenko?

Malashenko recognized his identity through the stiff British Army uniform he wore, while Major General Charleson felt that the tall man in front of him looked familiar. He had appeared on posters and various newspapers in recent times. The photos I saw are quite similar. read

The two of them looked at me and I looked at you, and they were just like this. After a while, no one said anything. In the end, Malokov, who was standing aside, couldn't stand it anymore and chose to step forward to smooth things over.

"Let me introduce, this is the leader of the British Army Officer Corps, Major General Davis Lawson."

"Major General Charleson, this is the division commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division of our Red Army. Major General Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko will also be your lecturer and mentor in the next few days."

"Well, you two have officially met each other, how about it? Why don't you shake hands?"

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Malokov, who has been responsible for overseas intelligence work for a long time, speaks fluent English. This is a skill he developed when he was assigned to the United States in the early years. He has not forgotten this skill even after returning to his motherland for many years.

Coincidentally, Malashenko happens to also know English and is very proficient in it. As an old friend, Malokov certainly knows this. Therefore, we chose to use English as a matchmaking introduction at the beginning to save unnecessary translation trouble.

It would be much easier to have an intermediary to introduce him. Realizing that the scene just now was indeed a bit embarrassing, Major General Charlieson coughed twice first, then ducked out of the door and reached out to Malashenko in front of him. Hands over.

"Hello, General Malashenko, now that Colonel Malokov has finished speaking for me, I will stop talking nonsense. British Army Major General Charleson, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can meet you in the future. Get on well."

Malashenko, who had already recovered from the daze just now, did not hesitate when he saw this, and then responded to Major General Charlieson in front of him, extending his right hand and speaking at the same time.

"Nice to meet you, General. I believe that the next half month will be an unforgettable and pleasant time together for us."

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This time, it was Major General Charlieson's turn to half-open his mouth in surprise and blink his eyes twice, appearing a little unbelievable.

"Oh, you actually speak English! You speak English so fluently! It sounds just like Jack from Texas. Have you been to the United States for a while before? Or do you have friends in the United States?"

Major General Charlieson's expression almost said "I'm surprised" written on his face. Malashenko could only smile faintly and then spoke softly again.

"This is also the first time I've heard someone say that I have a Texas accent, but I am indeed a native of Moscow and have never been to the United States. Maybe it's because my accent is thicker. Anyway, I don't even know English well. They said very little and are a bit rusty now.”

It was impossible for Malashenko to tell the truth of the matter to Major General Charleson in front of him, saying that he had traveled back from the 21st century in the future. When he was studying in Moscow, his roommates who lived in the same dormitory were not only Lavrinian Co's great-grandson: Rosov, the drunkard, and the authentic Texas redneck who came to Russia to study in Russia for some reason: Eric.

To be honest, when I was studying abroad, I actually had a pretty good relationship with Eric. Although it wasn’t as strong as Rosov, who had experienced two drunkards going to a pub together to get drunk, but at least the family farm was sitting on a Eric, who owns hundreds of acres of land, is really pretty good.

It's a little less hegemonic and a little more affectionate and loyal like a country boy Goth.

Usually, if the three brothers go out to eat together, it is this rich second-generation farmer from Texas who grabs the money.

In his own words, the level of consumption in Moscow was so low that if he didn't rush to pay the bill, he would definitely be scolded by his father as a miser. If he inherited the family fields in the future, he would not be able to pass on the family property and the family business would be ruined. It is said that their family's motto is that only by spreading wealth can more wealth be recovered.

Malashenko couldn't easily comment on whether there was anything wrong with his family's training. After all, his family was not the rich second generation of a Texas farm. But think about the years we spent together, Eric, a bastard, really taught me an authentic Texas-flavored English. Even if I pick up and speak English again after traveling, I still can’t change this authentic Texas-flavored English. Taste.

Hearing Malashenko's answer that didn't sound like he was telling the truth, Major General Charlieson, whose emotional intelligence would not be in vain to get into the position of major general, quickly figured out some of the possible reasons. Then he chose to continue asking, and then changed the topic and started talking about the real thing.

"General, I'm sorry, but if possible, can we start some preparations for teaching in advance this afternoon? You can tell us some general things first, and we can review and prepare in advance so that we can start the formal lessons tomorrow."

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This British guy is really good at climbing up the pole, right?

Feeling a little angry, Malashenko turned to look at Malokov next to him, only to see that this guy just had an expression that said, "It's none of my business, you make your own decision." Look to the side.

It seemed that it was impossible to expect this guy to decline on his behalf, but after thinking about it, Malashenko thought that it was not impossible. After all, he was idle, so he might as well accompany these British people. Let's play with the Yankees first, so that we can satisfy our curiosity.

I am really interested in how badly the British and Americans have been dealt with by the current Germans in Europe.

"Well, General, I guess it's not impossible."

"We don't have much time in the afternoon. Let's just chat about some simple things at the place where we live. We will wait for two days to actually go to the actual vehicle operation. I think we should lay down some basic theories and knowledge solidly first. What do you think?"

The principle that guests do as they please is not only common in China, but also in many places in the world.

Now that Malashenko has said so, Major General Charlieson feels that he does not need to ask for anything more. At least others are willing to accept his request, which is already a great face. You must know that the young and outrageous guy in front of you is no ordinary person. He has so many titles on his head that it is dazzling. He is simply an all-around superman!

Thinking of this, Major General Charlieson, who had already made up his mind, smiled and nodded, formally accepting the proposal.

"OK, I'm going to tell the others to come over. Why don't we talk in my room? This room is just big enough to accommodate all of us."