Steel Soviet Union

"What's wrong? What happened?"

As soon as Malashenko put down the phone, Lavrinenko, who came to Malashenko to report on his work and talk about something, started asking questions. Malashenko, who slowly shook his head, just gave an indifferent and nonchalant answer.

"It's nothing. Those Yankees are making trouble on the front line. They are clamoring to go to the front line to take a look. Kovanov couldn't make up his mind, so he called me to ask for instructions."

"Going to the firing line? Haha, these Americans are quite smart. How dare a bunch of weaklings who have never even killed a chicken dare to clamor to be on the firing line? Just them."

Smiling disdainfully, Lavrinenko put down the document in his hand and spoke again, caring about the outcome.

"Then you agreed? Allowing those Yankees to go up and take the Nazis' bullets?"

"Well, I agree, of course I agree, or why not?"

Malashenko doesn't care much about the lives and deaths of those Yankees, at least that's what he says and does.

"They also signed the life and death certificate. I sent someone to protect them. I have done my best. At this time, I have to seek death myself. I'm sorry, but this is not my business. It's just like the thing they signed at the front army headquarters. All consequences are at your own risk.

"Um"

The thoughtful Lavrinenko nodded when he heard the words, but quietly turned his head to the side and looked at what was being written in his notebook not far away in front of the case, so he was busy. There was a continuous shadow, and this slightly evil laugh came out immediately.

"Let me guess, the people you care about are already safe, and there is no danger under your nose, so it doesn't matter whether the remaining Americans live or die, right?"

"ha?"

For a moment, he didn't understand what Lavrinenko meant, until Malashenko turned his head and looked in the direction of Lavrinenko's gaze. I found Jill, the little girl, lying on the table writing her interview notes, concentrating on her, completely unaware that there were two big men here "commenting" on her.

"I said you're a married man with kids all over the place. Why are you just nagging about men and women all day long and still making fun of me? Are you interesting or not? Don't you know what's going on with me? Here's another one. Didn’t you see if I can tolerate it?”

Malashenko blurted out a series of machine-gun-style questions one after another. This public place is not suitable for cursing on the spot. It's enough to argue and stumble with Lavrinenko a few times, just treat it as a joke.

"Well, I actually don't mean anything else, you know. I just want to kindly remind you, be careful of the Yankees, be careful of them trying to trick you into a honey trap. I think you are not 100% immune to this. In the end, At least there is a little bit of weakness, just a little bit.”

"Just her? Still a honey trap? Hahahaha"

After hearing Lavrinenko's suggestion, Malashenko did not empathize and just sneered. What kind of person can and cannot be a female spy? Malashenko is still confident that he is not bad at this most basic judgment. capable.

"If you have more contact with her, you will know that this little girl is no better than a girl who has not graduated from college. She is quite smart, but apart from being smart, many other aspects are failing or even negative. I Let's put it this way, if you expect her to be a female spy and seduce men, then you have to be prepared for her to be sold by others and help people pay for it. "

Before Malashenko finished speaking, Lavrinenko, who had been smiling evilly on the side, was about to say something, but he did not expect that the truth of "Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will be there" was also very useful in the land of Germany.

"General, are you busy? I have something to show you here."

"Um?"

"Um?"

Two "Huh?" sounded almost at the same time. Looking at Malashenko and Lavrinenko who were stumbling over each other, no one noticed the arrival of a beautiful woman.

It wasn't until Gil, who was a little nervous and uneasy, began to trail off and was stared at by a major general and a colonel who looked at him almost at the same time that he felt unnatural. When he saw the notebook in Gil's hand, he realized what was going on. Only then did Ke speak quietly.

"Okay, show it to me."

Like Malashenko, he also graduated from a serious tank corps school. Lavrinenko, who has the same academic qualifications as Malashenko, can be regarded as a highly educated talent these days. Learning English and understanding it does not require speaking too fast. There are almost no problems with fast, overly complex English conversations.

"What's written on it?"

Lavrinenko didn't take Gil seriously. To be precise, he stretched his head over as if no one else was around and looked curiously at what Malashenko wrote in the notebook he just took from the little girl. What.

"Nothing. I have to go through the normal review process for the interview notes to make sure no military secrets are recorded."

Although he allowed Gil to stay with him and accepted the so-called exclusive interview, Malashenko did not regard Gil as one of his own without reservation.

You are American and I am Soviet.

You are a reporter and I am a soldier.

That's why I have to be careful with you.

In addition to arranging for a female soldier to accompany her and stay with her every step of the way, the euphemistic name is "to help and provide guidance whenever and wherever possible." In fact, everyone understands what the purpose is. Jill's interview notes and even personal diaries, as long as she writes something on paper, all have to be handed over to Malashenko for review.

Just in case this little girl "inadvertently" recorded some details in the film that she shouldn't have recorded.

"Okay, it doesn't seem to be a problem. Let's leave it as it is. Remember to show it to me when you write something next time."

After handing back the notebook, he immediately stood up. Malashenko rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch and found that the time was almost up. He then picked up the large-brimmed military hat on the table and prepared to walk to the office door.

Oh, it's worth mentioning.

Because there is indeed no clear battle plan today, it is rare for Malashenko to fight without going to the battlefield, and it is even more rare for him to take off the wrinkled tank soldier suit that Gill commented "like an old farmer" to fight. He changed into the regular uniform of a major general that he had not worn for a long time. Now that he took it out, it still looks like new.

This iron tower-like figure of 1.93 meters is pushed here, with the back straightened, the big-brimmed military hat is buckled on the head, and the arms like mountains are matched with the armed belt that tightens the waist. It is called a person who is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It can be called the golden ratio, and the temperament of carrying a star on each shoulder suddenly bursts out.

Although Gil had already seen Malashenko's posture, he still felt shocked, with a slight blush and heartbeat?

In short, it was indeed a different feeling from the first time we met, with some indescribable subtle changes.

"I'm going to the field hospital to comfort the wounded. Do you want to come?"