Steel Soviet Union

Zhukov agreed to Krebs's request and gave the Germans a separate small side room to "gather together and plot" what to do next.

In theory, it was "private", but every move the Germans made in the hut was still monitored by the Red Army through the windows. At most, conversations and discussions could be conducted privately without being heard.

It's also common sense that you can't put a Kraut in a room without any supervision or control.

The Germans went to a small side room to "gather a crowd to plot". For the time being, only the Soviet personnel were left in the venue, and it entered a brief state of silence.

Malashenko, who was leaning against the table, looked up at the copy of the victory flag hanging on the wall in front of him. His thoughts quietly returned to the battlefield filled with artillery fire, recalling the journey since 1941 and all the events so far. Everything I've been through.

He recalled too many familiar faces who had fought alongside him but had passed away.

Malashenko wanted to tell Nikolai that there was no need to launch ramming charges against German tanks that were several times larger than his own. The current Red Army tanks were so powerful that the Nazis could not penetrate them even if they stood still.

Malashenko wanted to tell Kirill that the King Tiger, once boasted by the Nazis and hailed as the "artifact to destroy Russia", is now just a pile of twisted waste burning and smoking under the muzzle of the Red Army's 130 or even 203 giant cannon. Just iron.

There are so many people I want to see and so many things I want to say.

It's a pity that yesterday is a thing of the past, and the former comrades have become heroes and martyrs, forever setting their young lives at the age of sacrifice without any regrets.

For this moment when the victory flag can be raised in Berlin, too many comrades have sacrificed their precious lives only once in their lives.

But it's all worth it, justice will always be there, and right from wrong, good and evil, will definitely be able to be clearly distinguished.

The sacrifices made by this generation are so that the next generation can live a better life; and the inheritance and remembrance of the next generation are so that the disasters overcome by the previous generation will not come to this once-inhabited land. A war-torn land.

"Would you like one?"

Malashenko was looking up at the victory flag in trance. Zhukov, not far away, had already stepped forward, took out a cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to his "confidant general".

Malashenko, who had never smoked the Marshal's special cigarettes, smiled and accepted Zhukov's kindness. While he lit the fire, he also noticed that Zhukov was also raising his head, looking at the same focus point as his just now. Look up.

"We have made such a huge sacrifice to get to this point, and gone through all the hardships and dangers, just to defeat these evil demons so that they can never appear again and cause trouble to the world again. I really hope that our fight and everything we have gone through will last forever. It will never happen to our descendants again.

Holding a cigarette in his hand and listening to Zhukov's words, Malashenko, whose eyes were filled with smoke, seemed to be able to travel through a long time and see the stories that happened in the distant future.

"I always firmly believe that justice will exist, Comrade Marshal. There are too many things in this world that will fade and disappear, but only the truth will last forever!"

"If these scumbags appear again, there will definitely be brave people who dare to stand up and fight with them to the end. History will remember us, and future generations will remember us, too. The stories of brave warriors wielding long swords and slaying evil dragons will also be remembered. will be passed down forever.”

"It is precisely because of the integrity of human beings who firmly believe in beauty and justice that they can continue to accumulate, inherit and develop until they are where they are today. The road is long and full of thorns and difficulties, but this is us, this is The path that mankind must continue to follow.”

Zhukov, who has known Malashenko for a long time, has long seen many shining things in Malashenko, but perhaps only this firm determination to believe in justice and truth is the most unforgettable.

"What are you going to do when the war is over?"

"Um?"

Unexpectedly, Zhukov would suddenly change the topic, and instead of talking about business, he would chat about household matters. Malashenko, who was slightly caught off guard, spoke directly without much thought.

"I want to give Natalia an explanation first. From childhood to adulthood, from childhood to adolescence to youth until I joined the army to serve the country, she has always supported and believed that I will be able to go on firmly."

"She has been worried about me and thinking about me all these years. To be honest, I owe her too much. Maybe I can't make up for it in this life, but I have to do it. Keep my promise and work with her to get married. This is I started to make up for her first step, she has been waiting for this moment for too long."

"Um"

Having been paying attention to Malashenko all the time, Zhukov certainly knew that his beloved general had a fiancée who was so beautiful that he could significantly raise the average, waiting for her to come home.

Even the matter of Natalia joining the army and becoming an artist was supervised by Zhukov.

There is only one thing that may not be so good to say - because the appearance is really hard to take your eyes away. As soon as Natalia joined the Red Flag Song and Dance Ensemble, she immediately became a regular guest and even the protagonist in various performances. .

In addition to his extraordinary acting talent and his unforgettable singing voice, even leaving aside the fact that Comrade Lao Zhu is the supervisor, he is the object of praise from the leaders of the Red Flag Song and Dance Ensemble.

No one has counted how many young men have expressed their love for Natalia. Even some big guys in Moscow who came to watch the show have inquired to see if they can get a job for their boys. It's a very satisfying marriage.

But unfortunately, Natalia, who has been registered with the Ministry of Internal Affairs and has been included in the list of "important military dependents", is far from what ordinary people can make an idea.

Such a bad thing had happened before, and Malashenko knew about it and expressed his dissatisfaction. Even Zhukov slammed the table and gave the order himself.

What order was given?

He gave the order "Throw those scumbags into the punishment camp!"

A few hooligans who wandered the streets all day long, relying on their old man's background connection, drove a company car and wandered around the streets in the middle of the night under the pretext of handling official business. While shopping, they met a man who happened to be returning from get off work after a performance. Natalia from home.

These little hooligans are one of those who don't understand military affairs and don't care about national affairs. While the war is going on at the front, they are drinking, playing cards, and having house parties in the rear.

This has happened to me before, and I was severely warned by my old man that if he dared to do it at home, his legs would be broken. Since we couldn't have fun at home, we had nothing to do, so we drove out to roll over the road to have fun. The car was a bus and the matter was official, so we didn't have anything to worry about. At least that's what these two idiots thought in their hearts.

But these little hooligans failed to reckon with this miscalculation. First, they didn’t know who Malashenko was, and second, they didn’t know what he looked like. Their recklessness in rushing forward when they saw the beauty ultimately led to a heavy price.

The comrades from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were assigned to work the night shift to keep an eye on and protect them took action. Several big men rushed out of the car. They didn't even ask "Whose name was it?" They rushed up and pushed a few hooligans to the ground and beat them violently. , in line with the principle of "it doesn't matter who your father is, hit him first", he dragged several people's legs into the car like dragging a dog to death, stuffed them into the car, and drove away.

As for the latter part of the night

In the second half of the night, the moans and groans of these people could only be heard in the basement of Lubyanka Street, not in the bed of some beautiful woman.

These few hooligans, who were regarded as saboteurs and Nazi spies who were trying to murder important military relatives, devoured the Lubyanka set meal almost overnight.

Not to mention eating the set meal, Colonel Malokov, who has been appointed as the director of the Operations Division and is an old acquaintance of Malashenko, personally supervised the "feeding the set meal" to these people.

"What is the mission the Nazis sent you here for?"

"Where is your base of operations in Moscow?"

"How much do you know about General Malashenko? What are you going to do to his wife? Tell the truth!"

Snapped--

Crack——

"Ah!!! I really don't know, what are you talking about!? I just want to sleep with her. I'm not a spy!"

"How dare you talk so hard! Hit me! Keep hitting me!!!"

The results of the investigation came out. It was indeed a mistake at the beginning, but the beatings of these second-rate men were really not in vain. It can even be said that they were beaten a little less.

It is not uncommon to tease women from good families, and it is even more common to use public affairs for personal gain.

Not to mention that these little brats couldn't survive, even their father was deceived and suffered the same fate.

Following the clues, he uncovered a long list of bad things, which soon passed through several hands and reached Zhukov.

The soldiers on the front line were fighting bloody battles, while the worms in the rear were drinking and having fun and having sex with women. Zhukov was so angry that he slammed the table on the spot and vowed to throw all these people into a punishment camp.

Later, these people were indeed thrown into the punishment camp.

But it was not due to Zhukov's order, but to the personally ordered order from the loving comrade who even felt ashamed of what happened under his feet.

As for what follow-up investigations, chain shocks, and series of actions occurred in Moscow, this is not what Malashenko is concerned about.

Malashenko wrote two letters specifically for this matter.

One letter was for Natalia, comforting his beautiful wife-in-law, saying that he would find someone to handle the matter to prevent it from happening again, and would go back home as soon as possible when he had time.

The other letter was sent to Lubyanka Street, and the recipient was Colonel Malokov, the director of the Operations Division, an old acquaintance of Malashenko and the "successor apprentice" brought out by the political commissar Petrov.

Malashenko first thanked the comrades of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for their quick response. Of course, he also politely asked if relevant work could be strengthened in the future to prevent low-level hooligans from openly harassing my wife in the middle of the night. This is a slap in the face to the director of your operations department.

After receiving the letter, Colonel Malokov, who felt a little sorry for his good brother, did not reprimand or punish the action team on the night shift that day, but instead doubled the number of personnel sent to covertly guard and protect them.

This time it was a hooligan, what about next time? What should we do next time if we are a Nazi spy or a traitor to our motherland?

I still want to take the position of director of the Operations Division, and I am still planning to get promoted to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

It's embarrassing enough to write a written report to Comrade Beria just because of this matter. Malokov doesn't want to do it again. If there is another time, his hard-working, hard-working and uncomplaining work will probably be over. .

Thinking of this, Malokov, who was holding Malashenko's autographed letter, couldn't help but feel "angry in his heart and evil in his heart". He only regretted why he didn't keep these silly little hooligans in the basement. After wielding dozens of whips, pressing my head into a bucket and drinking a lot, the Lubyanka set meal still lacked attentive service.

Thinking back to this episode, to be honest, even Zhukov felt that he couldn't hold on to his face, so he blurted out the words he had already planned to Malashenko beside him.

"When you and Natalia hold your wedding, remember to inform me in advance. I will make time to be there in person. Are you welcome?"

What? Be there in person? ? ?

After hearing this, Malashenko was stunned on the spot, almost wondering if he had misheard because his ears were stuffed with donkey hair. Looking at the serious expression on Zhukov's face, I realized that what he just said was really not a joke.

"Welcome, of course! It's more of an honor than a welcome. Comrade Marshal, it would be great if you could come!"

The excited Malashenko thought about it again, and a more or less impromptu idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Comrade Marshal, I have a small request."

"Huh? Request? It's still a small request, ha~ Then you tell me, I'm listening. As long as I can do it, there should be no problem."

"Can you come and host my wedding? Since we are all here, why not"

Malashenko has indeed planned to get married before. It is not like Comrade Ma Laoshenko is bragging. He has come to this point. His marriage will definitely not be a matter of him and Natalya blabbing the evidence. As soon as they kissed, they would go into the house and get under the covers with their beautiful wife in their arms.

It is completely predictable how many people will come to celebrate. Those individuals with whom I have good relationships, comrades who have good relationships with me in the division, the military region, and Moscow will definitely come.

You can't say that you all shouldn't come. I, Malashenko, am anxious to go home with my wife to answer the motherland's call and contribute to the motherland's great cause of repopulating the motherland. It wouldn't be nice to spread the word, wouldn't it?

Since there are so many people coming, it is a matter of who will host the wedding.

Malashenko had thought about it before and asked Vatutin for help. His fat old superior was a lively person in his own right; besides, with this literally "life-long friendship" lying around, Vatutin He will definitely sell this face and help himself, and Malashenko is sure to be able to recruit him.

Unexpectedly, Malashenko was still just planning and calculating. Before he could really speak to Vatutin, Zhukov, who had a greater reputation, took the initiative to bring up the matter of attending the wedding.

Malashenko felt that if he didn't ask the question smoothly, he would somewhat miss the opportunity.

Fortunately, Zhukov, who heard Malashenko's "little request", didn't think much and just smiled. Then with a smile of "I'm sure there's no problem", he raised his hand and patted Malashenko's shoulder and replied. .

"No problem, but I thought you had found a good candidate. Since you gave me this opportunity, of course I would be happy to do it."

good! Now he feels so damn good! ! !

A major event in his life was accomplished so unexpectedly. Malashenko, who was overjoyed, heard the sound and turned around to see that the German guy who came into the room to discuss had already finished and left the room.

It seemed that there should be a result. Malashenko and Zhukov then sat back at the negotiating table again and got back to business.