Steel Soviet Union

"There is no need to thank me. Anyway, I am just telling you a little bit in advance what you Americans can figure out on your own. Reading is just a simple mechanized synthesis. When you figure it out into a system, we will Bian Zao has spread it to the whole army, but I still have the advantage."

Malashenko, who was muttering in his heart, had a calm expression on his face and simply smiled at Jack.

If you can say this to this guy, it's just because you are in love with me. Sometimes it's like this between people. If I like you, I feel happy. If I want to teach you more, it just depends on my mood. If he really wanted to figure it out, Malashenko had no intention of doing so from the beginning. He only wanted to see if Jack could become a person with some support, nothing more.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. After you go back, how to compile these things into a book and how to carry out practical operations, this is what you should consider."

"If you really want to thank me, then keep it for now. When you can get this done and act like a human being in the future and we meet again, it won't be too late for you to thank me then. By the way I’ll get a few bottles of your Coca-Cola, I love drinking this stuff, and then bring me two boxes as gifts.”

After getting acquainted with Malashenko, Jack discovered that the rumored Soviet Army's strongest armored general and double hero of the Soviet Union did not have much airs, or how difficult it was to deal with him. To be honest, he is still very approachable. At least I can't tell that he looks down on others or has any prejudice against me. He is purely talking about things.

So if we want to talk about how Jack should evaluate Malashenko's impression, it must be an "excellent" result. There is no running away.

Knowing that it was getting late, Jack didn't stay too long. After saying a few more words, he left, leaving Malashenko alone in the room where he stayed and finally had time to rest.

After washing up, he took off his clothes and went to bed and turned off the lights. Malashenko, who was leaning against the head of the bed without closing his eyes, felt the rare peace far away from the battlefield, and could not help but feel a slight ripple in his heart.

"What are you doing Natalia right now? She should be sleeping like a kitten soon, right?"

"Damn, what a sin. We're all in the same city, but I can't go back home but I have to live in this shit place and serve John Bull and the cowboys. What the hell is going on?"

He muttered a few words unwillingly and quickly fell asleep. Malashenko, who had not had a good sleep recently, fell asleep very quickly and slept soundly until the sun basked on his buttocks the next morning. Can wake up.

"Uh, what are you doing today? Oh, yes, continue with class, and take these people to Kubinka tomorrow to suffer.

It was also when he walked into the classroom with his briefcase and stood in front of the desk that he became a teacher for the first time. In addition to this wonderful feeling, Malashenko couldn't help but thank the omnipotent political commissar comrade again.

Political commissar Comrade Malashenko has already dug out some battle case analysis and detailed summaries and operational key points that can be used for special teaching. He has combed through the division's combat files for Malashenko and marked the excerpts with his own hands, circling which ones need to be emphasized and which ones are casual. Just mention it and take it over with one stroke.

In other words, the courseware materials that Malashenko needs to teach the British and Americans are basically prepared by the political commissar comrades.

So that Malashenko, who was still leading troops to fight and went to the front line to participate in the battle at that time, would not have to worry about such things after the battle. He could immediately leave for Moscow late that night and start teaching as soon as possible, so as to resume teaching as soon as possible. Returning to the front line will not affect subsequent battles.

He held the desk in front of him with both hands and looked at the class materials spread out on it, which had been organized extremely neatly and clearly marked from beginning to end. With warmth in his heart, Malashenko also lamented that if Comrade Political Commissar really disappeared one day, would he really be able to adapt to such a sudden change?

His shadow is everywhere in your life. If it suddenly disappears, what's the difference between it and your whole life collapsing in half in an instant?

Thinking that such a day will come at some unpredictable point in the near future, and that it cannot be stopped no matter what, Malashenko, who was left with only a wordless lament in his heart, finally picked up the chalk and paper at hand. Pointer, raise your head again.

"This is the first lesson I want to teach everyone here today. I hope you will remember the title of today's lesson clearly: a basic overview of cluster armor operations and basic practical tactics."

All of you here are not new recruits, let alone military academy cadets. Logically speaking, there is no need for Malashenko to teach them these most basic theoretical and common sense things.

But one reason that cannot be ignored is that the stuff Malashenko talks about is the Red Army version, which is very different from the stuff of their allies. It is not an exaggeration to say that he knows nothing about it.

If you want to better understand the subsequent courses, today’s basic theoretical lesson is undoubtedly the top priority in the foundation of high-rise buildings. None of you who are well versed in this theory have any objections or dislike Malashenko. Those who deliberately talked nonsense to them were all paying attention and taking notes attentively.

What's more important is a basic truth that applies no matter where you go.

The military, a violent institution, respects the strong the most. Only the strong are qualified to preach, otherwise it would be ridiculous.

As long as you are strong enough and much stronger than everyone present, then even if you say something that everyone knows, no one will stand up to refute you. Details determine success or failure. Who doesn’t want to follow a super strong person and learn some details that they knew nothing about before? The answer is of course no.

The first day was a basic theory class, and the second day was a practical class.

In accordance with the requirements of these British and Americans, Malashenko personally led this group of people to the Kubinka weapons testing site on the outskirts of Moscow.

This famous Russian tank museum in later generations is still a military center closed to the public.

It was only later that Malashenko heard that the German super train gun he had captured outside Stalingrad was the second lady Dora. It was also here that it was reviewed by Comrade Stalin and a group of senior officials in Moscow and the test firing was completed. After that, with the permission of Comrade Stalin, it was officially renamed "Red Stalingrad" and became the equipment of the Red Army.

But when I came to Kubinka today, I didn’t see the big guy’s red Stalingrad.

Malashenko brought the British and Americans here today to teach these guys, whose lowest military rank is major, to experience the main tank equipment of the Red Army in service and to do some simple and basic tactical coordination.

??The extra update will be postponed to tomorrow. Brothers, you have to go to bed early tonight and get up early tomorrow to rush to do things. Sorry.

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