Steel Soviet Union

Within two minutes of finishing the bread, he was almost arriving at the train station. Malashenko, who felt a little strange in his heart, still didn't understand why Kojin chose to meet him in this kind of place.

"You can drive around by yourself, Valentin. Just pick me up here in five hours."

"Five hours?"

He was a little surprised by the order Malashenko gave before getting out of the car. Valentin, who originally thought that Malashenko could finish the job in two or three hours at most, immediately opened the car door at hand, stepped out of the car, leaned out and walked towards Malashenko, who was fading away with only his back behind him, spoke loudly.

"Comrade Malashenko, are you sure it's five hours?"

Malashenko did not reply to Valentin again, leaving a silhouette of his back lingering in his eyes. Only a farewell and confirmation gesture floated in Valentin's eyes.

Although the definite answer was obtained from Malashenko's gesture, the derivative result of shouting Malashenko's name was that almost everyone on the station looked in Malashenko's direction.

Passers-by, children, Red Army soldiers on duty, and even a bad old man passing by who didn’t know what he was doing.

If there is anyone who is ignoring Malashenko now, it is probably the Red Army dog ​​tied at the door of the station, licking the frozen dog food in the box.

"Fuck! I don't want to be paid attention to by so many people!"

No matter how reluctant they were in their hearts, people who recognized the most popular Red Army tank hero almost at a glance still pointed fingers at Malashenko.

Although this kind of pointing and pointing was not the kind of gossip behind the back but praise and praise for good things, Malashenko, who still didn't want to be watched by so many people and just wanted to keep a low profile, accelerated his pace until he came to At the entrance to the train station, the way was blocked by two Red Army soldiers standing guard.

"Hello, Comrade Malashenko, please show me your ID!"

The young Red Army soldier, who was so excited that he was a little incoherent, stretched out his right hand to Malashenko and waited for the certificate. Malashenko took out a small book that had been prepared from his pocket and then handed it to the opponent's hand. The whole movement was smooth and smooth. It didn't seem that embarrassing.

I have seen the person in front of me no less than ten times in newspapers. Whenever Malashenko appears in Pravda, it will definitely bring news of victory on the front line, and this kind of time will always be extremely exciting.

The combination of various special reports and battle status updates has already kept Malashenko in mind, and like many young Red Army soldiers, Malashenko is regarded as the idol of their hard-earned goals.

Compared with those senior Red Army generals who are strategizing and commanding from above, Malashenko, who has a lower military rank and has been fighting on the front line, often appears in the chat circles of ordinary Red Army soldiers. The only reason is probably Malashenko. The position is just more approachable than those of senior generals.

"Welcome, Comrade Malashenko! Please pass!"

Just as a formality, he quickly read through Malashenko's ID and returned it to its original owner. Malashenko, who was used to being stared at with such excited eyes, immediately raised his hand and gave a habitual greeting after taking back the ID. After the military salute, he stepped away, leaving behind him the young Red Army soldier who was saluted by Malashenko and was still extremely excited.

The scene in front of me, which was not large compared to the train stations of later generations, was very busy.

There are many people on the platform waiting for the train or sitting on the benches reading today's Pravda. The tense and frozen atmosphere has been relieved a lot since the German troops retreated from Moscow.

Although it is still difficult to achieve the peace and tranquility in front of the station at the Moscow train station today, compared to the days when the Luftwaffe flew over Moscow almost every day to drop iron bombs, it is enough that there are no air defense sirens echoing at the Moscow train station now. It can be called a peaceful and prosperous age.

Malashenko, who only knew to come to the train station to meet Kotin, did not know how to contact him. He wandered around the platform for a long time without seeing anyone who looked like Kotin, but instead he was attracted by many people waiting for the train. Recognizing his appearance, he excitedly stepped forward to chat with the Red Army soldiers.

After busy dealing with these "fans", Malashenko no longer dared to wander around aimlessly for fear that he would be surrounded. When he arrived at the train station, Malashenko found a bench nearby and sat down. I picked up a copy of today's Pravda that someone put on the bench and started reading it with both hands.

"The Japanese invaders were defeated! Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin delivered an important speech, praising the great achievements of the Red Army soldiers on the front line."

"General Zhukov gave an exclusive interview: The fragile will of the fascist lackeys is vulnerable to the iron fist of the Red Army!"

"The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment won awards from the Supreme Command and Front Army Headquarters! Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko is a hero of the Soviet people."

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"Damn it, why am I in the newspaper again!?"

Although it was not published on the front page of Pravda this time, the sharp-eyed Malashenko still found his name in a more conspicuous position in the newspaper, and also made room for a black and white photo with good definition next to it. , if Malashenko remembers correctly, this should be a field photo taken when he earlier formed and trained the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment.

"When the hell did someone take these photos of me!? Why don't I remember it at all? Damn it!"

The more frequently someone is published in newspapers, the more closely he is watched by the German intelligence agencies.

Making headlines once or twice is a good thing, but being in newspapers every now and then is causing trouble!

Malashenko, who thought that he was probably in trouble now, couldn't help but shook his head. Although he was a little disgusted with frequently appearing in newspapers, he could not object to Pravda doing so.

It must be known how many front-line commanders and fighters of the Red Army had to queue up to pray for the stars and the moon the last time Pravda was published. Although Malashenko, who is a future time traveler, looks a bit troubled from the perspective of the future, this is still a pursuit of honor. affirmation and praise from Soviet official media.

"Hey, go whatever you want, I'm so damn tired, I'm really tired."

I fixed my gaze on the column where General Zhukov was interviewed by a Pravda reporter and looked at what Comrade Zhu said. After a few glances, I realized that it was all nonsense that had been "polished" by the Pravda editorial board. Malashenko, who sang a high-profile morale-boosting content and who had personally experienced the power of the German army and increasingly felt that the interview was of little value, then gathered the newspaper into a volume and threw it back into the corner of his seat.

"Comrade, are you Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko?"