Steel Soviet Union

The test drive exercise that lasted all day came to an end at dusk.

As the chief coach and speaker of the entire training program, Malashenko has the obligation to lead all his students to summarize the gains from today's course, analyze and discuss the shortcomings and how to improve them. This was his voluntary request, not a mandatory requirement.

Although he saved a hand when teaching these British and Americans, this does not mean that Malashenko is an irresponsible teacher. There is no direct connection between the two. In other words, we, Comrade Ma Laoshenka, will not shirk the things that Malashenko is responsible for and will definitely take responsibility to the end.

For example, right now, Malashenko, who is holding a lunch box in his hand, is sitting with his students on the Kubinka lawn, which is filled with the orange sunset, enjoying the food and talking and laughing freely. Sharing what they saw, heard and learned today and the happy stories that happened during the "play" process, at least everyone had a happy smile on their face.

"Blake, the shooting performance of your car today is so bad that I can't bear to look at it. Three shots in a row missed the target, and one of them even crossed the target hill. It didn't explode at all. I don't know where it went. This is you. Excellent gunnery skills learned in North Africa?"

"Fake! What are you talking about, you idiot!? It's just my first time, unfamiliar! Do you know the feeling of not being familiar with it for the first time? It's like the first time you go to bed with a girl. Oh, I Forgot, our little Urban shouldn't be able to understand, after all, he hasn't done anything pleasant with a girl yet, I'm sorry, haha.

"General Charleson shot very accurately, I saw it. Three of the three shots hit the target. This is how a veteran should behave, instead of wasting the skills of armored soldiers in the headquarters."

It was only when someone casually mentioned Major General Charlieson's performance today that Malashenko suddenly remembered something that he had barely realized during the day.

He himself is a major general, and so is Major General Charlieson.

Jack is the third highest-ranking officer in the entire crew. Although he is only a staff officer and not the commander of the frontline combat unit, he is a serious graduate of a military academy. He has climbed up from the grassroots level with his true skills. Colonel, this is true.

Nero, who sits at the front of the chassis and drives the tank, has the lowest rank, but he is also a major battalion commander who has been a tank driver on the front line and has fought with real swords and guns all the way. This can be seen just from the fact that this guy was able to correct his mistakes twice after making one mistake, and immediately mastered the completely unfamiliar IS2 heavy tank control posture.

The long list of driving experience in various armored combat vehicles on this guy's resume, if the current Malashenko is to speak for it, it is definitely not just a boast, but someone with real skills.

But if this is the case, the fully equipped four-person crew of his vehicle will be composed of two major generals, a colonel, and a major.

Such a tank crew, let alone the absolute "first configuration" in the entire Kubinka test site at this moment, you will never find another such a luxurious crew even if you look around the world. configuration.

Or to put it further, such a vehicle configuration may not be available in the future.

Don’t you see, even if we were to drag our hips to the 21st century Dai Yingdi country, after repeatedly reducing the army and leaving only two heavy armored brigades in the country, it would only be "more than a hundred generals each can get an average of one." Challenger 2". All in all, this is just one general per car. It is incomparable to Comrade Ma, who has two generals per car and a major and a colonel.

I am afraid that the car crew I brought today is truly "unprecedented and unprecedented". Maybe I can apply for a Guinness World Record or something in the future?

Malashenko, who slowly shook his head and laughed, took another spoonful of beans stewed with pork and stuffed it into his mouth. The stewed beans were paired with the same soft pork. It was not greasy, but it was smooth and refreshing. Fragrant and fragrant.

Looking at the steel behemoths parked quietly in a circle around the test track, and then at the sunset in the distance that is gradually sinking below the horizon, I can also feel the warmth spreading all over my body. Sunshine, feeling the gentle breeze coming slowly, blowing across the lawn and brushing against my face.

Malashenko felt that the scene at this moment was so pleasant and beautiful. Soldiers from three different nationalities, the United States, Britain, and the Soviet Union, but having the same background as an armored force major, and sharing many common languages, sat together and talked freely. There is neither the flames of war nor the shadow of death. It is as if everyone is taking a long vacation away from the frontline war and gathering together in this paradise.

There are not many moments that can make Malashenko feel enough to call it "beautiful", and this is undoubtedly one of these situations.

As described in the truths of "heroes see each other the same way" and "patriots feel sympathy for each other", this indescribable and unique feeling is not exclusive to Malashenko.

Soldiers are creatures that can easily empathize, even if they have different nationalities or language barriers, when everyone is standing in the same trench and on the same front for a common goal. A self-understanding feeling that needs no words, quietly flows through the hearts of everyone present like a clear water, and finally gathers together.

"Today is the most fulfilling and happiest day I've had since the Normandy landings. I don't think I'll be able to feel this way again this Christmas. It's so wonderful!"

"I never thought today would be like this. I thought it would be a normal and maybe even unexpectedly boring day. I have to say it's awesome! It's awesome!"

"Hey! Of course this is great! Look, we are all anti-fascist fighters. So what if we have different nationalities, different languages, and different cultures? At least we have a common goal. We can all call each other comrades. We are all against each other. Evil and dark warriors of justice! The whole world is watching our great cause, we are what people call heroes, aren’t we?”

The Americans, who are flamboyant and love to express themselves, are boasting, while the British, who are relatively calm and restrained due to accumulation, are echoing with smiles.

Seeing the happy smiles on the faces of the Red Army tank soldiers around him, Malashenko felt that activities like today were probably a way to vent all the war pressure that everyone present had accumulated over a long period of time and had nowhere to vent. , and this is also one of his ultimate goals.

When the shutter sound of the photo taking place nearby rang, this harmonious and happy moment under the sunset was forever frozen by the camera in the hand of the Pravda reporter.

The person who heard the shutter sound of the camera was not only Malashenko, but also Jack, who was sitting cross-legged next to Malashenko with lunch boxes in his hands.

Looking at the scene in front of him that he had never seen in his dreams and never thought it would be like this, Jack felt a lot about leadership and cohesion. He really felt a lot and benefited a lot.

It was as if the man sitting on the lawn next to him, smiling in the sunset, was not a stranger he had only known for two days, but an old comrade who had been fighting alongside him for a long time.

Everything he did seemed invisible, but in fact it brought these strangers from all over the world, completely different from each other, together silently.

This kind of leadership, which seemed to be fueled by a pair of invisible hands behind the scenes, could only be detected by careful and serious thinking, and this sense of recognition and admiration from the depths of his heart. This was what Jack had longed for most for a long time.