Steel Soviet Union

Fortunately, Malashenko's wild worries did not last long. After more than a week of anxiety passed, Malashenko, who had been tossing and turning and not sleeping all night, finally came to the place he had been waiting for. The expected command.

"Comrade Malashenko, I'm glad we meet again. Have you had a good rest during this period?"

Major Malokov, who came to visit Malashenko early in the morning under the rising sun, was obviously in a good mood, but on the contrary, our Comrade Malashenko's expression at this moment was like Being constipated for a month is generally indescribable.

"How about some rest, Comrade Malokov? You also know that I am a person who is used to fighting life and death on the front line, and this peaceful life in the rear is not suitable for me. To tell you the truth, these days I'm going to be a useless person if I stay like this all the time. If I wasn't assigned a combat mission, I originally planned to go to Moscow to fight today."

Before he finished speaking, Natalia, who had become more and more like a good wife and mother during the short time she spent with Malashenko, immediately brought a glass of water to each of them.

After taking the water glass handed over by Natalia with both hands and thanking him, he couldn't help but raise his head and take a second look. It was not the first time for Major Malokov to see Natalia, but he still couldn't help but I was moved by this rare and unforgettable appearance.

Seeing Natalya's retreating figure leaving the room, the sighing Major Malokov couldn't help but said to Malashenko with some sigh.

"As a man, sometimes I really envy you, Comrade Malashenko. Such a wife is simply what everyone dreams of."

Such praise made Malashenko feel relieved, but Malashenko, who was still extremely worried about his future, did not pay too much attention to this issue.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a trace of impatience and deep anxiety in Malashenko's eyes. Major Malokov, who knew exactly what he should do in his heart, immediately returned to the topic and spoke seriously again. .

"Comrade Malashenko, the Supreme Command has issued an appointment decision regarding your next move. The original independent first heavy tank breakthrough battalion under your command has been disbanded, and a new heavy tank unit will be formed. It will arrive and be organized within a week. You will be the commander of this newly formed heavy tank force. If there are no problems, you can follow me back to the General Staff Headquarters to report. I will give you a formal order when you get there. The command."

Malashenko, who never expected that Captain Malokov would say this unexpectedly, was stunned for a moment after hearing the words. The climax was like a roller coaster ride, almost making Malashenko unable to distinguish what he had just said. Is what I heard actually true?

"Comrade Malokov, are you sure you are not kidding me?"

Looking at Malashenko's stunned expression of disbelief, Major Malokov raised the corner of his mouth and gave a mysterious smile. Then he leaned his face forward and gently touched Malashenko's ear. .

"I'll tell you quietly, Comrade Malashenko. I heard that your transfer was personally nominated by General Zhukov. Not only that, General Zhukov's nomination of you was approved by Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin! Don't say it was For a tank hero like you, this is the first time I have heard of such a thing in all the years I have been working at the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters.”

After hearing Major Malokov's words, Malashenko no longer had any doubts about his future. However, the final result, approved by his loving father Comrade Stalin, seemed to Malashenko at the moment. But it's still a bit too far-fetched.

With uneasiness and random thoughts, he followed Major Malokov all the way back to Moscow. Major Malokov, who did not return to the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters building on Lubyanka Square, drove directly to the downstairs of the Red Army General Staff Headquarters.

Malashenko, who had been notified and registered in advance, had an unobstructed meeting with Marshal Shaposhnikov, the current Chief of General Staff of the Red Army.

Compared with the slightly blurred marshal's face that only existed in black-and-white photos and recolored photos in the past, the Chief of General Staff Shaposhnikov, who was welcoming Malashenko with a smile, was obviously more attractive. kind.

This marshal, who has always been trusted by his loving father Comrade Stalin, has a gentle personality that is completely opposite to Zhukov. His calm face and almost never yelling are one of his most memorable characteristics. In the military Shaposhnikov, whose commanding ability is also worthy of the status of marshal, is undoubtedly a very competent chief of staff of the Red Army.

"Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko of the Tank Corps was ordered to report. Comrade Marshal, I wish you good health!"

Looking at the resolute and meticulous young tank soldier lieutenant colonel in front of him, this was the first time he saw Shaposhnikov, who was already famous in Moscow, Malashenko, and immediately responded with a positive look. He nodded slightly.

"It seems that the description of you in those rumors is true, Comrade Malashenko. Those Germans have no reason not to be scared away by you after seeing you."

Without waiting for Malashenko to open his mouth to reply after lowering his saluting right hand, Shaposhnikov suddenly turned around and returned to his desk. He immediately reached out and picked up an appointment letter that had been prepared on the table and handed it over. In front of Malashenko.

"This title that symbolizes the supreme honor is well-deserved for you, Comrade Malashenko. The decision to award it was personally issued by Comrade Stalin, but the exclusive military flag sign is still blank. If you have this knowledge If you wish, you can personally plan and design the guard symbols belonging to your regiment."

Malashenko, who was listening to the words of Chief of General Staff Shaposhnikov, quickly read through the entire appointment letter, which was not too long, at a glance. The words in black and white included the words of his loving father Stalin. The short text of approval signed by the comrade seemed so "shocking" to Malashenko.

"The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, the Guards Guards, I'm a fucking Guardsman now!?"

In the name of trapping the enemy, he agreed with Huben.

The glorious title of Guards is a rare and rare treasure for every Red Army unit. Winning this title is a great honor in itself.