Steel Soviet Union

To be honest, apart from the momentary excitement that Malashenko would feel when being awarded a medal, Malashenko would be able to forget about it as soon as the three-minute heat was over. The medals he was awarded before are still thrown in his luggage. Even Petrov, the political commissar, joked with Malashenko because of this, saying that he was a cold-blooded animal who was not interested in medals.

The medal cannot be used as food or water. It hangs on the chest and jingles no matter where you go. It looks extremely pretentious. Malashenko, who always likes to keep a low profile when off the battlefield, did not develop it from the beginning. The habit of wearing medals appropriately.

But given that Malashenko himself is the kind of informal Ma Daha, Petrov, the political commissar who blamed all this on "comrade leader was too tired and forgot to wear it", never approached Malashenko alone for this matter. Talked about.

After all, the hero has already taken care of all the big things, and the little details will be taken care of in one go. Commissar Petrov himself is not the kind of rigid person.

Now that Lavrinenko's old story brought up the medal again, Malashenko, who had never thought about it before, realized that adding all the bad battles he had fought since this year, it seemed that he should be able to Obtained a medal of extraordinary weight and significance.

"I hope it's not some great medal. I'm really not used to wearing these things often."

Malashenko, who was muttering about the possible arrival of the medal, officially set off under the leadership of Major Rostov.

Malashenko, who originally thought he would reach his destination smoothly all the way, did not expect that he saw an unexpected scene just a few hundred meters after the car drove out.

"Go! Don't stop, go! Do you want to be slapped on the face? Go!"

On the sidewalk about thirty or forty meters away from the car, a group of Red Army soldiers was escorting another group of people also wearing Red Army uniforms forward.

The tone, attitude and body movements of the group of people with guns in their hands were not good, they could even be called bad. While shouting and cursing, they also raised their legs to kick the butts of the unlucky group in front of them, urging them to speed up. Step forward quickly.

On the other hand, the group of people being escorted had their heads lowered, as if they were pretending to be grandsons, and they didn't even dare to say a word. They either held their heads or raised their hands in the French military salute and marched in an orderly manner as they were being escorted, as if they didn't dare to resist at all. .

Malashenko, who was completely confused by this strange scene, didn't know what was going on. Then he turned to Major Rostov, who was also in the back seat next to him, and asked.

"What's going on? How come our people are escorting their comrades? Are they traitors or something else?"

Malashenko felt that the only possible reason for this situation was that there was a traitor in the team, but the answer given by Major Rostov was obviously completely different from this.

"Are you talking about that group of people? They are not our people, Comrade Malashenko, they are just a group of wolves in human skin."

"Last night before you came here, there was an explosion on the dock. Two cargo ships that had just been loaded with cargo were bombed and sank at the dock."

"The situation at that time was very chaotic. I was sent to pick you up, so I just stayed on the dock and found a place to rest. We caught the perpetrators at dawn. You would never guess who they were. They were a group of people wearing scantily clad clothes. Disguised Krauts in Red Army uniforms.”

"It is said that a German guy was giving people cigarettes when passing the checkpoint to make it easier to pass. The soldier in charge became suspicious when he saw that the cigarette in his hand was German. Because the guards on the dock had never There was a head-on exchange of fire with the German troops, and there was no talk of capture at all, and no troops from the city evacuated to the dock. In this case, everyone smoked tobacco with their own paper rolls. Where did a whole box of German cigarettes come from? thing."

After hearing the reason for exposing the target, Malashenko felt speechless for a while. Malashenko estimated that the German commander who led the infiltration and sabotage team would never have thought that a small box of cigarettes had exposed him.

While lamenting the unlucky luck of this group of saboteurs to the German army, Malashenko, who was attracted by a small detail, asked another question.

"A soldier who can notice such details must be extraordinary. Major Rostov, has he been on the battlefield before?"

"Well, you are right, Comrade Malashenko."

Major Rostov, who lit a cigarette in his mouth, responded to Malashenko's question in a squeaky voice. He even ran to take a look at the sentry guard soldier who had seen through the enemy's disguise and made great achievements.

"The soldier said that he was seriously injured in the Battle of Moscow and came back. His left hand was completely blown off and he could not hold a gun with both hands. The comrades who arranged for the injured soldiers to recover advised him to rest at home and contribute to the motherland in the rear, but he He just didn’t want to go to the front line, so he reluctantly sent him to the second line as a security force, but he didn’t expect that veterans would also be of great use in the security force.”

After listening to this "legendary experience", Malashenko couldn't help but be a little amazed, and sighed in his heart that the saying "veterans can play a big role no matter where they go" is really true.

The small convoy that left the dock swayed off-road and soon arrived at the designated location mentioned by Major Rostov.

Zhukov, who had already got off the plane and was conducting field surveys to understand the situation in the war zone, settled temporarily in a small village. According to Major Rostov, Zhukov would not stay here for too long. His next stop was with Malashenko just now. The path he took was completely opposite. Zhukov planned to go to the Stalingrad Front Army Headquarters in person to understand the real battle situation.

"Well, I can only send you here, Comrade Malashenko. General Zhukov is waiting for you inside. I have some other work to do here, and I can't keep up with the time. We will do it next time goodbye."

Major Rostov said a few words of farewell and left, leaving the team outside the village. Malashenko, who came with only Lavrinenko, actually wanted to take Petrov with him at first. political commissar.

But the old man refused Malashenko's proposal on the grounds that "someone must be left to take command", and then it became a situation where Malashenko and Lavrinenko came.

"This is my first time meeting General Zhukov and Malashenko! Please tell me what to do next?"

Lavrinenko, who was in a panic, kept urging him beside him, thinking about the scene when he first met Comrade Zhu, but Malashenko, who had forgotten the specific details at that time, could only answer helplessly.

"You have to improvise on this matter. I can't help you much, my old classmate."