Steel Soviet Union

The fast-moving Malashenko didn't spend much time on this job. From the time Kovanov came to Malashenko to working together to finish the matter and then back again, the whole process only took a little over an hour. It’s just time.

After sending the comrade the division commander back downstairs, Kovanov, who had just stopped the car, got out of the car first, walked to the back seat and opened the car door for his respected comrade the division commander.

Malashenko, who was sitting in the car, had not yet touched the door handle with his hand, but saw that the door had been opened from the outside to the inside. After a brief pause, he finally chose to get out of the car first.

"Next time, you don't have to open the car door for me. You are a security staff officer, a major, and a party member, not a doorman at the entrance of a capitalist hotel. I can open the car door myself, and the leadership division has no rules about waiting for the division commander to open the car door."

"Yes, I remember it, Comrade Commander."

As an armed force born out of the old Tsarist Russian army, Malashenko knew clearly that the transformation of the Red Army was actually very incomplete.

At the level of a general, Malashenko knew that many people like him had generals on their shoulders and enjoyed the feeling of being served and admired by others and being the protagonist in various occasions, just like during the Tsarist Russia.

Those arrogant generals with their nostrils turned upward thought that they and the soldiers were two different types of people, and that they were worlds apart and inaccessible.

They are not even willing to live with the soldiers. They live in luxurious apartments or small single-yard buildings far away from the soldiers' barracks and tents. I don’t know if Fang is inconvenient to command, but he must first fill up his head to show his respectable status and distinction. Even when eating, he has to open a separate "general stove".

Whenever you go out, you have to be surrounded by people and have everyone's attention. Even when you get out of the car, someone has to open the door. It's like having your hand bitten by a pig.

Malashenko has no control over what happens to others or what happens to other troops, nor does he want to.

But in the leadership division, Malashenko would never allow such bad habits to spread in his troops.

Not to mention ordinary grassroots commanders, even Malashenko, who is a division commander, lives simply and is not picky about food and clothing.

Malashenko will eat whatever the soldiers eat for this meal. The soldiers will wear whatever clothes they wear to fight, and the same goes for the division commanders and comrades.

Sleeping on camp beds, living in small tents, inspecting grassroots units, and eating from a big pot.

Whatever is simple and practical, we will do it. We will not talk about privileges or act extravagantly as a commander. We should set an example in front of the comrades to demonstrate and take the lead in what we emphasize verbally. This is what Malashenko usually does best. Core lifestyle.

"In your original army, you may have been elites, nobles, or masters, but I am not interested in these and will not blame you."

"You just need to remember that in the leadership division, there are no privileges other than those stated in black and white. Never think that your positions and military ranks are different from those of the soldiers, so that you become superior and can ride on the soldiers. If you still have this mentality, please turn left and find another job, otherwise don't shout "I want to see the teacher" when you are carried and thrown out of the leader's gate. "

Recalling the first meeting of the division's newly arrived cadres when I first arrived at the leadership division, the division commander was on the podium at the venue and addressed hundreds of commanders and political workers newly transferred from other units, including himself. The words spoken by the personnel are still fresh in Kovanov’s mind today.

What would a heroic army be like that can truly inherit honor and legend?

Kovanov has not yet fully found the answer to this question, but at least after experiencing everything that happened today, Kovanov is convinced that he is getting closer and closer to the real answer, and will not be far away.

"What should we do next? Comrade Commander, I am referring to David's matter."

"Well, I thought you might ask this. Now, what happened tonight is just the first step."

As he walked towards the building, he spoke. When Malashenko walked to the door of the building, he did not forget to salute the two guards at the door of the building and returned the salute.

"It's a little unlucky in terms of time. We have big things to do tomorrow. I will arrange the next thing. You have already done what you should do. Leave the next thing to me and we will work together to achieve the goal. , it’s also the power of concerted efforts and collective effort.”

"If nothing else happens, I should arrange the second step of action tomorrow night. Oh, by the way, one thing, are the Pravda war correspondents stationed in our division still there? If I remember correctly, they should You’re leaving in two days, right?”

With such a big event like the Battle of Berlin, it was natural that Americans could not be the only ones rushing to grab the news. The Soviets themselves also followed up and reported on the leading divisions who were the most active in the battle and making the fastest progress among the various armies.

It's just that Pravda's news interview was his own, after all. Malashenko did not personally intervene but handed it over to his subordinates. As long as this familiar process is followed step by step, there won't be any big problems.

On the contrary, the Yankee press team should keep a closer eye on this. This is not a matter of privilege or not. It is simply that Malashenko is worried that if he does not pay attention for a moment, these Yankees will make trouble and cause trouble for him. That’s all. After what happened to David, it just happened to confirm that Malashenko's worries were not unnecessary.

If you completely let go of these Americans and let them do whatever they want, Malashenko is not willing to imagine what other bad jobs these guys can do for you.

"It should still be there, Comrade Division Commander, but I am not responsible for this matter. Maybe I should contact other comrades in the division to confirm. But I remember that they should plan to wait until next month to send people for replacement. There will be a few days. window period.”

"Well."

Although he said nothing and remained calm on the surface, after hearing this answer, Malashenko actually had a firm idea about the basic outline of the plan in his mind.

At least for now, it seems that there should be no feasibility problems. As long as the reporters from my family have not left, everything will be easy to handle.

"I know, I will handle the next thing. You should also rest early. In addition, the American press team's outing interviews will be suspended for one day tomorrow. Tell them that the expected interview period will be postponed by one day, so as not to confuse them. As long as the investigation is completed, they can play whatever they want, so they don’t have to worry too much.”

"Understood, Comrade Commander, I will handle it properly. But"

"Um?"

Malashenko, who was already preparing to go back to his room to sleep, heard that Kovanov still had questions, and immediately stopped and waited to speak.

Kovanov, who was slightly hesitant, saw this and was too embarrassed to waste the time of his comrade, the division commander, and spoke.

It's just that this question really surprised Comrade Ma.

"Comrade Commander, the female reporter is the one named Jill. Isn't she following you alone? Do you want to restrict her from going out tomorrow?"

""

If Kovanov didn't remind him, Malashenko would have forgotten this incident.

Now that everything has come to this, the handsome and increasingly familiar face of Malashenko did come to mind. In the end, he just shook his head slowly and spoke helplessly.

"Treat everyone equally. Just tell her alone that I will go to the front line tomorrow. There is no room for her interview in the tank. If you have anything to do, wait until I come back from the war."