Steel Soviet Union

Hearing this, even Malashenko couldn't hold back no matter how prepared he was.

Listening to Malokov's words, these Germans almost knew exactly what color pants they were wearing. If this wasn't too damn outrageous, then there would be nothing outrageous in the world!

"Wait, stop for a moment! Malokov! If I remember correctly, this information should be kept in the file. You just said that the traitor is a little teacher. How did he get these things? You guys Didn't you notice the situation before? He must have spent a lot of time collecting these things, right?"

These words sounded like questioning the Ministry of Internal Affairs' ability to do things, but Malokov did not intend to speak for his employer in front of his good brothers.

Because even he felt that in this matter, the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not intercept the intelligence for the first time until the person was arrested. There was no early detection. This was indeed a complete failure.

Holding an empty wine glass in his hand, Malokov paused and burped twice in a row, seemingly straightening his tongue. The words he then spat out could make Malashenko's jaw drop.

"There is a reason why we didn't notice it in advance. To a certain extent, we can't even blame our Ministry of Internal Affairs. It's all the fault of those nerds who hold printing presses all day long!"

Nerd holding a printing press? What the hell is this?

The confused Malashenko was completely confused.

"The propaganda department has recently published a large number of propaganda materials and books about the heroic deeds on the front line. This was approved by Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin. Your propaganda materials were included in it. It was printed in at least three editions. It is just a small booklet. There must be more than 18,000 volumes.”

The frowning Malashenko had a premonition that something was wrong. Malashenko seemed to have vaguely guessed where his detailed personal information was leaked.

"Those nerds who play with the printing press dare to print anything on paper and write anything! Because it is published by the party newspaper, they skip the extra review. As long as there are no problems in their internal review, it is fine because it needs to be published. There’s just so much stuff being released that a lot of people are overwhelmed with it.”

"Your personal information is printed bit by bit here and there. We found so many books, brochures, and newspapers in the traitor's house. The content about you is highlighted in red. ”

"This bastard followed the German guy's request and extracted the most valuable things by hand and compiled them in a book. Then he secretly photographed the telegram and sent it to the contact person in transit. We don't know anything about it after that, and all the clues are broken. This I was a little too anxious to arrest people for the first time, and the superiors were more worried that more key information in Moscow would be leaked, so they decided to take action immediately. "

A hundred useless people are scholars. This is a saying from the feudal dynasty that scolded scholars.

But at this moment, Malashenko, who became more and more angry and wanted to laugh, felt that it might be the right time to describe this sentence in the context of the current matter.

You said you just pretended to be full of ink and didn't go to the front line to fight, but you still printed on it what my wife's name was, how old she was, and how she was protected by the heroic Comrade Malashenko when she was a child!

Damn it, do you guys have a hard time sitting around? There’s really nothing to write about, is there?

Malashenko, who was holding his forehead with his hand and had a headache, felt that he had really felt the particularity and limitations of the ideological concepts of this era. It is nonsense to use the era of information explosion in later generations as a yardstick to measure the present!

As he thought about it, Malashenko seemed to gradually understand what the German lieutenant colonel who had been beaten to death by his own hands meant by the nonsense he said before his death.

The German intelligence department was already interested in him to the extent that he did not hesitate to use special personnel to collect and spy on intelligence in the city of Moscow, which was under the highest security. This was what Malashenko could not fathom the most at this moment.

He is a colonel as big as a stick and the commander of a Guards heavy tank brigade. Do the Germans deserve to send out such a large formation to conduct a special investigation? Why are these Germans so petty?

As if he saw the confusion on Malashenko's expression, Malokov, who was slowly pouring himself a drink, continued to smile and comfort him.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Those responsible for the printing press nerds have been punished. It was Comrade Stalin who personally saw and signed the order."

"In addition, the things that were printed and published were insignificant personal information. Many of them were things that had been reported on the headlines of Pravda, and were just rediscovered and reprinted by those nerds."

"Our Ministry of Internal Affairs guesses that the Germans only have basic personal information about you. They are probably very interested in it, so they did it. As for the military secrets about you, that little teacher alone can't access them. , and we have stepped up our vigilance and scrutiny after this incident, regarding you.”

"Something about me?"

Malashenko pointed at his nose, which was unexpected. In just a short period of time while drinking on the table, there was already too much news that exceeded his expectations.

"Yes, it's about you."

"We have dedicated personnel assigned to the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe to take care of your fiancée. We also have people in the apartment building where your home is located. Military secrets about you are kept in the files of the General Staff Headquarters. The rest are all under our internal affairs There is no backup here. Those Germans can't know more. If they really dare to do this, they will be wiped out by us. It is our duty to make the enemy feel invisible fear."

"Don't worry and fight on the front line, my good brother! I'm in charge of these things, and I promise I won't let you down!"

Although Malokov was drunk, Malashenko could hear that the other party's words were emotional and sincere.

But there is one thing to say. I walked around the apartment building no less than a dozen times from yesterday to today. This morning I also went to the place where Natalya rehearsed to see the daily working environment of my beautiful daughter-in-law. I also stopped by It caused quite a stir and onlookers from young girls and boys, but they didn't notice anything wrong at all.

It is impossible for Malokov to lie on this matter, which only shows that these people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs really have two brushes! It's enough to fool your own eyes into not detecting any flaws. The phrase "let the enemy feel invisible fear" is really not a boast.

"Also, that letter"

Malashenko, who had almost forgotten that he still had a letter in his hand, became more energetic. Malokov, who was pointing at the envelope, burped and apparently still had something to say.