Steel Soviet Union

The tea party "Little Sunflower and Lao Ma's class has started" that lasted all afternoon has ended. ReadМ

After chatting with these Allied guys all afternoon, Malashenko was so thirsty that he drank several large jugs of water and answered so many questions that he couldn't remember the exact number.

Fortunately, it was almost time for dinner and he could finally take a break. Malashenko did not intend to continue chatting with these intellectually curious guys at night. If he really wanted to do this, he would not torture his buddies to death. ? You know you have to continue recuperating tomorrow, so what's the point of not recharging your energy and resting?

After leaving Major General Charleson's room, Malashenko returned to his own room. He fell on the bed with a bang like a puppet whose strings had been deboned and cramped, feeling half dead from exhaustion. The feeling of being a teacher is really no better than that of buddies fighting on the front line. Malashenko even feels that these guys who are eager for knowledge are more difficult to deal with than the Germans.

"Damn, I have to continue living like this for half a month. This is really not a good thing."

He got up and came to the table to reach for the kettle and pour himself a cup of hot water to drink and moisten his throat. However, Malashenko never thought that at this moment, his door suddenly rang again, and there was an unexpected knock on the door. The sound echoed in the room rather abruptly.

"Gah, are you going to fucking let me rest? I don't even have the time to drink water, damn!"

Malashenko could probably guess that the person knocking on the door at this time was definitely one of those British and Yankees. Maybe there was something wrong that I didn't understand just now, or there was something else that I didn't have time to ask, but now I suddenly remembered it and came to have a private chat with myself.

Malashenko had the intention of not opening the door, but then he thought about how he was in the house just now, and people must have known about it, so it seemed a little bad to deliberately not open the door.

In order to get along well with each other for the next half month, Malashenko finally took a step forward, reached out and opened the door. And the man who appeared in front of him immediately, wearing the large-brimmed military hat of a U.S. Army colonel, was the Colonel Jack Morrison who had just asked him about "how to give a soul to an army." Malashenko I had a very deep impression on this guy.

"Is it you? Jack, is there anything else?"

It is a courtesy to remember people's names, especially if you have just met someone who has just met.

Hearing that Malashenko could call out his name without hesitation, Colonel Jack, who came to visit in private because he had something to do, was immediately overjoyed. With a happy expression on his face, he immediately spoke to Malashenko. said.

"I want to chat with you. Can we just chat without discussing business? We can be friends, General Malashenko. I mean I hope to make you as a friend. I am very happy! I don't know about you, uh, you What do you think?"

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This guy is so weird!

Did Malashenko not understand how such a guy who likes to ask weird questions and wants to be friends with him suddenly appeared? Is this a bit outrageous?

But when I was suddenly asked this question and then thought about it, I seemed to be quite interested in this person. Among the people in the room just now, except for Major General Charleson, who was the first to meet him and was full of British aristocracy, there were only Colonel Jack, who came from the United States, was quite familiar with me.

Out of politeness and curiosity, Malashenko gave in without much thought and officially opened the half-closed door.

"Please come in, sit down and talk."

"Thank you very much! General Malashenko."

Although Malashenko invited Colonel Jack to sit in the house, it did not mean that Malashenko wanted to make friends with this guy.

After half a month, it is estimated that they will never meet again in this life, and making a friend in the US Army is not necessarily a good thing. Malashenko is also worried that being too close to this guy will cause unnecessary trouble for himself. So when he entered the house, he didn't speak first, but waited to see what kind of medicine was sold in Colonel Jack's gourd.

"I just thought about it seriously for a long time until everyone dispersed. I found that what you said, "Faith is the most powerful force of an army" is very true! Although there are many places in our motherland It’s different, but my understanding is that our military has transformed glory and heritage into faith, and we use this faith to unite everyone and fight for it. This is the faith of our elite U.S. military.”

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Brother, what kind of fucking faith do you have? This is completely different from what I mean!

Malashenko, who was secretly cursing in his heart, wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.

This guy is right about one thing. How can two countries with different basic systems share any religious resonance? The belief in the military as an organ of state violence is even less likely to resonate. The strength of the Red Army is not the strength of your US military. If you want to become stronger, you can make up your own beliefs. I still won’t leave it here with you and continue to study and discuss philosophy in depth.

"Well, I don't deny this statement. After all, specific situations have to be differentiated. They are different. Maybe you are right."

Don’t admit it or deny it, I’ll give you a look and you’ll realize it for yourself. This is Comrade Ma’s ambiguous answer.

Faced with Malashenko's answer, Colonel Jack continued to maintain a kind smile.

It was also at this time that Malashenko, who had the opportunity to see this guy up close, noticed that this guy was actually a guy who looked to be in his early thirties, maybe even younger.

At around thirty years old, he was still a colonel in Patton's ace unit, the Fourth Armored Division. Such a resume was quite impressive. For the indigenous people born and raised in this era, time-travelers like Malashenko are unconventional.

To say that Patton, a hot-tempered guy, has idle people under his command, Malashenko doesn't quite believe it. For this guy to be able to get into this position at such a young age, he must have some abilities and extraordinary qualities. This actually made Comrade Lao Ma even more interested in him.

"Actually, I envy you, General. During the time I came to the Soviet Union, I have seen that your people, your soldiers, and your comrades, their admiration and appreciation for you are all sincere. Because you are powerful, you have the reason to make them do this, and there are also those outstanding warriors who follow you and are willing to die generously. "

"What you have is exactly what I want to have most, even if it's only half, no, one-third."

"I voluntarily signed up to join this officer corps. In fact, there were many people who wanted to join, and it can be said that there was an endless stream of people vying for a spot. But Clayton gave me this opportunity, which should be his quota. It's just that he gave me this opportunity. Because I really want to see the rumored Malashenko with my own eyes, and want to know how he achieves everything that I envy and don’t have, and I also want to learn a few tricks.”

"Hey, what should I say? I don't know how to continue. I just want to hear your story, how you did all this, and see if there is anything I can learn. Success experience gained, okay?”

?? It’s a small pit, right? This Colonel Jack is not an ordinary minor character. He is involved in the plot of the Cold War, so he will describe it in color, as above.

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