Steel Soviet Union

Although it seems nothing special now, Malashenko knows very well how valuable these twelve identical silver customized Tokarev pistols will be in a certain year in the future.

Most of the fanatical small arms collectors in later generations will go crazy for this thing, right? Such rare treasures also have extremely special commemorative significance. There are only so many in total. Being able to get a handful and put them in a collection cabinet is a matter of great honor and worth bragging in the circle.

Picking up the first gun in the tray, feeling the cold and heavy texture being held tightly in his hand, Malashenko felt that he could travel through time and see how this thing would be fired into the sky in the future. As long as there is one in it, You can definitely make a fortune with your hands.

"Look who is the first idiot to receive an award, let me take a look, eh Jack? Why is it still this old boy?"

If we want to say who Comrade Lao Ma is most familiar with among the Allied officer corps, Major General Charleson, who gave the gift, must be one of them. If there is another one, it must be Jack, this "weird and special" guy.

With a purpose that was obviously different from ordinary people, this guy traveled thousands of miles to come to the Soviet Union to meet himself and learn some clever tricks. Even if this reason makes Malashenko feel outrageous now, you can say it is unbelievable, but in reality some things are crazier than online nonsense. When it really happens, you can only passively accept it. , there is no other way.

"It doesn't matter. After all, he is a pretty nice person. Just be a little outrageous. It's no big deal."

With such thoughts in his heart, Malashenko turned around with a gun in one hand and a medal in the other. He looked at Jack not far away, who was breathing with uncontrollable excitement and felt uneasy in his heart. Calmness is basically written clearly on his face.

"Congratulations, Jack. As an outstanding student and champion crew member of the "Tank Biathlon" competition, you stand out from many fellow competitors and have won this honor and reward for yourself."

After putting the medal on Jack's head and then completing the gun awarding ceremony, Malashenko had one last message to give to the person in front of him.

"May this be the first victory and glory at the turning point of your life and your military career. The evil Fascist will be buried, and the victory will belong to us. For the just cause of all mankind, I wish you can be on the battlefield in the future. Lead the soldiers under your command to sing triumphantly, I believe you can do it."

Jack is a man with quite a few character flaws, which is why he is not trusted by his superiors. This stems from a very special experience in his childhood. But putting these aside, in all fairness based on his personality and recent contacts, at least Jack is a good person, who treats others with humility and sincerity, so sincere that even Malashenko feels that such a fool can be easily hurt.

Some things just follow feelings and no one can say for sure. For example, Malashenko still can't explain why he is willing to help Jack. Maybe it's just that "I think this person is cool and I can deal with him. If I want to help, I can help him. I am willing." This is the reason that is most in line with Malashenko's understanding.

Even though the other person was several years younger than him, Jack was sure that he respected and even somewhat admired the tall, tower-like man in front of him.

At first, it was due to the opponent's absolute strength. To Jack's feelings at the time, it was more like being conquered and shocked.

Later, Jack felt that something was changing subtly and silently that he could not detect in time. It was as if Malashenko made him feel closer and closer to the old friend who had helped him a lot and encouraged him all the way to this day in his military career: Clayton Abrams.

However, Jack did not intend to tell Malashenko this. The feelings between men do not need to be communicated in words. The principle of understanding and empathy always applies between men.

"Thank you, General. I will remember the knowledge and doctrines you taught and imparted to me, and will always remember who I am as a student today. I hope that the next time we meet again will be a moment of victory."

"Um"

The award ceremony was still in progress, and Malashenko didn't have much time to continue chatting with Jack.

Just say a few words and have the right feelings. As for the remaining troubles between mother-in-law and mother, the elders no longer need to waste time to resolve them.

The first to receive the award was naturally the champion team. After Jack, the first recipient, was determined by drawing lots within the team, the second recipient was Major General Charlieson.

"Brother, I don't think we need to talk any more nonsense between the two of us, right?"

Looking at Malashenko's playful expression, Major General Charlieson, who had already deepened his understanding of Malashenko, was not surprised. Perhaps it is such a real and unsuspecting appearance that makes Malashenko more approachable. Major General Charlieson feels that this is probably the most successful aspect of Malashenko, a young extraordinary genius, in dealing with people. .

"If you say no, then I believe the answer is no. After all, students have to follow the teacher's instructions, right?"

While taking the gun from Malashenko, he also joked about it. Major General Charlieson, who took the gun with his left hand and raised his right hand, was obviously ready to meet Malashenko's big hand with a smile on his face. The grasp is only in the next moment.

"Let us fight side by side and send those Fascists on their way!"

The remaining recipients did not leave too deep an impression on Malashenko, or it could be said that Jack and Major General Charlieson left too deep an impression on him, and the others looked too passerby in comparison. First. No matter how you say it, that's basically the situation anyway.

It was not until after the last gun was fired, Malashenko returned the favor with a smile and was amidst the grand applause from the audience that he suddenly remembered something.

"Huh? Didn't you say that someone is going to give me an award? What kind of person? Brother, I haven't received the award yet. Who on earth is going to give me the award! Isn't it a waste of time?"

I looked here and there, but I couldn't see any suitable figures who seemed to be able to award me an award.

And let alone a big shot, Malashenko, who glanced back and forth at the crowd in the audience, also discovered that even Malokov had disappeared without knowing when.

Malashenko, who felt inexplicably as if he had been cheated, shook his eyebrows. It seemed that today's matter would probably not end satisfactorily.