Steel Soviet Union

At the same time as Malashenko's award ceremony, on the roadside outside the gate of the Kubinka test site not far away, Colonel Malokov, who had just been talked about by Malashenko, was leading a group of subordinates at this moment. People and horses greeted a convoy that had just arrived.

"Is the ceremony in progress? Comrade Malokov."

The man who stepped out of the third car in the middle of the convoy got straight to the point and asked the question directly. When Comrade Malokov, who was waiting in front of the car door, heard this, he immediately nodded and gestured to invite, and then spoke quietly. Replied.

"Yes, Comrade Marshal. The ceremony has started for more than half an hour. To be precise, it has started for thirty-eight minutes and twenty-seven seconds, whichever is the second after I say it."

The man wearing a large-brim uniform hat was not wearing a formal suit like Malashenko. Of course, with Malokov's status and position, he would not dare to dress this man even if he had a hundred more courages. Blindly beeping in front of the true God. This man can wear whatever he likes. I really can't afford to mess with my small body.

Besides, people have a full schedule for the day. It’s not like Malashenko only attends one award ceremony and is done with today’s affairs. Wandering around in a dress is indeed a lot of inconvenience.

Malokov, who had been thinking for a while, had no time to ask anything. The man beside him who was already leading the team towards the test site spoke again. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

"It seems that I broke the appointment and didn't arrive on time. Where are Malashenko and the others?"

Hearing such questions, Malokov, who did not dare to be negligent, quickly stepped forward and raised his hand.

"Over there, the award ceremony is being held at Test Track No. 1. General Malashenko and others are there. Do you want to rush there now? I can lead the way for you."

"Um"

The man who silently agreed suddenly stopped and spent a few seconds as if he had thought of something. Then he turned around and asked Malokov, who was still confused.

"So, is the prize ready for him?"

After hearing this, Malokov immediately realized what he was talking about, and then hurriedly turned around and took a suitcase from the entourage behind him, put it in his hand facing the man in front of him, and opened it smoothly. , the things contained in it were clearly displayed in front of you.

Picking up the beautifully embossed and well-assembled Tokarev pistol that was quietly placed in the box, he turned it over and inspected it. The man with a smile on his face could not help but whisper in admiration.

"Very good, it suits him very well. But compared to the one he gave me before, it lacks a bit of the meaning of being tempered by war. I hope he likes it.

Zhukov did not forget that after the Battle of Stalingrad, Malashenko gifted him a complete set of hardcover Ruger with all accessories captured.

That Ruger is indeed very exquisite and gorgeous. It has all the necessary accessories and is a complete set. In addition, it is more meaningful that it was captured from the enemy. There is no doubt that it is a rare collection. Excellent product.

Even people in high positions like Comrade Zhu rarely see or even hear of such things. The only gift Malashenko gave was indeed delivered to Comrade Lao Zhu's heart. Go, it's impressive.

Now, he can also "borrow flowers to offer Buddha" and teach him a gun. In a sense, it can be regarded as repaying the original favor.

Zhukov, who had not seen Malashenko for a long time, even felt a little emotional. This young man who had brought him so many surprises and surprises had grown up a lot since the last separation. He didn’t know what would happen when we met again a little later. Something different.

I have to admit that I was looking forward to this. Zhukov, who put the gun back and asked Malokov to put the box away, couldn't wait.

"Then it's time to say goodbye, my friend. All that needs to be said has been said. In the end, I just want to say that I hope we can meet again. I only hope that it will be to win the war on the land of the Krauts. after."

There were many students present, but Malashenko was only chatting with Charlieson and Jack.

The end of the relevant ceremony also means the arrival of the moment of separation. According to the plan on the timetable, the Allied officer corps will set off to return and leave the Soviet Union early tomorrow morning. In the remaining half of the day today, we have to pack our luggage and hand over some pre-departure procedures. We have to be busy for a while.

So if we really want to say that there is no time specifically reserved for saying goodbye, there is of course no time.

If you want to say goodbye before leaving, then seize this last opportunity and hurry up. Otherwise, you will really live in this village without this store.

"Victory against the Germans is certainly certain, but can we never see this again?"

Malashenko, who responded to Major General Charleson's words with a smile, shook his head helplessly at first, and the words he spoke again were somewhat uncertain.

"I can only say that I hope so. I'm not sure whether I can survive until then. If it is really glorious, you two will become high officials and have the opportunity to write history. You will have to publicize me a lot. It’s so sad that people can remember me. I died for the great cause of all mankind and still be forgotten.”

The joke that came out without any warning was indeed just right. You looked at me, I looked at you, and after exchanging glances, Charlieson and Jack both laughed in unison.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, they do not believe that Malashenko, a man as cool and cool as he is, can be killed by the German guys who are chased behind him all day long and beaten all the way. It's not so outrageous that the chasing mouse suddenly turned around and killed the cat.

If there is a possibility, it is probably much lower than Hitler dying of a sudden illness tomorrow. Charlieson and Jack both thought so after seeing the powerful combat power of the leader division.

"That's it. I won't keep you two any longer. I'm very happy to get to know you two and make friends this time. We are all soldiers. Winning on the battlefield is our bounden duty. You must hurry up as soon as possible. Go back and fight the battle you deserve to win, and in the end I wish we all have victory.”

As soon as Malashenko finished speaking, Charlieson and Jack, who really planned to leave right away, wanted to say something last. But he never thought that Colonel Malokov, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly led a group of people into sight again and was about to arrive in front of him.

"Isn't that Malokov? Who is that man next to him? It looks like he has a higher military rank than him."

Malashenko, who originally had his back turned to Malokov and his group, turned around subconsciously when he heard Jack's words.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. After taking a quick look, you immediately saw a face that was quite familiar to you both now and in the future, striding towards you accompanied by Malokov.