Chapter 1932: Attacking the Heart First
The whole day of test drive drills came to an end in the evening when the sun set.
As the head coach and lecturer of the entire training program, Malashenko is obliged to lead all his students to summarize the gains of today's course, and analyze and discuss the shortcomings and how to improve. This is a request he took the initiative to make, not a mandatory requirement.
Although he kept a hand when teaching these British and American guys, it does not mean that Malashenko is an irresponsible teacher. There is no direct connection between the two. In other words, what Malashenko is responsible for, our old comrade Ma will not refuse and will definitely be responsible to the end.
For example, now, Malashenko, holding a lunch box in his hand, is sitting with his students on the Kubinka lawn covered with the orange-red afterglow of the sunset, enjoying the food, talking and laughing freely, sharing what they saw, heard and learned today and the happy stories that happened during the "playing". At least everyone's face is filled with happy smiles.
"Blake, your car's shooting performance today was so bad that I couldn't bear to watch it. Three consecutive shots all missed the target, and one of them even crossed the target hill. It didn't explode at all and I don't know where it flew. Is this the excellent artillery skills you practiced in North Africa?"
"Fuck! What are you talking about, you idiot!? I'm just getting started for the first time, and I'm unfamiliar! Do you know how it feels to be unskilled the first time? It's like the first time you go to bed with a girl. Oh, I forgot, our little Urben should not understand, after all, he hasn't done anything pleasant with a girl yet, sorry, haha.
"General Charleson shot very accurately, I saw it all. Three shots and three hits all hit the target, this is what a veteran should do, instead of wasting the skills of an armored soldier in the headquarters. ”
It was only when someone mentioned Major General Charleson’s performance today that Malashenko suddenly remembered something that he had hardly realized during the day.
He himself is a major general, and so is Major General Charleson.
Jack is the third highest-ranking officer in the entire crew. Although he is only a staff officer and not the commander of the front-line combat troops, he is a graduate of a regular military academy and a real colonel who has climbed up from the grassroots level with his own real ability. This is true.
Nero, who is sitting at the front of the chassis and driving the tank, has the lowest rank, but he is also a tank driver who has been on the front line of the battlefield and has worked his way up to become a major battalion commander. Just from the fact that this kid can correct his mistake twice after a mistake, and immediately get started with the completely unfamiliar IS2 heavy tank operation posture, You can tell from this point.
If Malashenko were to say that the long list of driving experience of various armored combat vehicles on this kid's resume is not just bragging, but he has real skills.
But in this case, the four members of his crew are two major generals, one colonel, and one major, which is a "supreme luxury and awesome" configuration.
Such a tank crew, let alone the absolute "first configuration" in the entire Kubinka test site at this moment, you can't find a second such luxurious crew configuration even if you look at the world now.
Or to go further, such a crew configuration may not exist in the future.
Don't you see that even the country of Daiyingdi, which is in the 21st century, has repeatedly cut its army and only has 100 soldiers left in the country? After the two heavy armored brigades, it was only "more than a hundred generals were allocated one Challenger 2 each on average". This is only one general per car, which is nothing compared to the configuration of Comrade Ma's car with two generals and a major and a colonel.
The crew I led today is probably really "unprecedented and unmatched", maybe I can apply for a Guinness World Record in the future?
Malashenko, who shook his head slowly and laughed dumbly, scooped another spoonful of stewed beans and pork into his mouth. The stewed beans were paired with the equally soft pork. It was not greasy but fragrant and refreshing.
Looking at the steel behemoths parked quietly in a circle on the test track, and looking at the afterglow of the sunset that was gradually sinking below the horizon in the distance, he could also feel the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the surroundings. The warm sunshine all over his body, feeling the gentle breeze blowing slowly, blowing across the lawn and brushing past his cheek.
Malashenko felt that the scene at this moment was so pleasant and beautiful. Soldiers from three different nationalities, the United States, Britain and the Soviet Union, but all graduated from armored forces, and had many common languages, sat together and talked freely. There was no harassment from the war and no shadow of death. It was as if everyone was taking a short vacation away from the front-line war and gathered together in this paradise.
There were not many moments that Malashenko could feel were enough to be called "beautiful", and this moment was undoubtedly one of them.
As described in the truths of "heroes think alike" and "patriots cherish each other", this indescribable unique feeling is not exclusive to Malashenko.
Soldiers are creatures that are easy to empathize with. Even if they are of different nationalities and do not speak the same language, when everyone stands in the same trench and on the same front for a common goal. A feeling of understanding that needs no words flowed quietly through the hearts of everyone present like a pool of clear water, and finally gathered together.
"Today is the most fulfilling and happiest day I have had since the Normandy landings. I think I may not be able to find this feeling this Christmas. It is really wonderful!"
"I never thought today would be like this. I thought it was a very ordinary and even unexpectedly boring day. I have to say it is really great! Great!"
"Hey! Of course it is great! Look, we are all anti-fascist fighters. What if we have different nationalities, languages, and cultures? At least we have a common goal. We can all call each other comrades. We are all righteous fighters against evil and darkness! The whole world is watching our great cause. We are what people call heroes, aren't we?"
The Americans, who are flamboyant and love to show off, are talking big, while the relatively calm and introverted British are echoing with a smile.
Looking at the happy smiles on the faces of the Red Army tank soldiers around him, Malashenko felt that activities like today's were mostly to vent all the war pressure that had been accumulated for a long time and had nowhere to vent for everyone present, and this was one of his ultimate goals.
When the shutter sounded, this harmonious and happy moment under the sunset was captured forever by the camera in the hands of the Pravda reporter.
Not only Malashenko heard the shutter sound, but also Jack, who was sitting cross-legged next to Malashenko with his lunch box in his hands.
Looking at the scene in front of him that he had never seen in his dreams and had never thought of, Jack, who had personally experienced what leadership and cohesion were, was really touched and benefited a lot.
It was as if the man sitting on the lawn next to him, smiling in the sunset, was not a stranger who had just met him for two days, but an old comrade who had fought side by side with him for a long time.
Everything he did seemed invisible, but in fact it silently brought together these strangers from all over the world who were completely separated from each other.
This kind of leadership that seemed to be fueled by an invisible big hand behind the scenes, which could only be perceived by careful and serious thinking, and this recognition and admiration from the bottom of his heart, were exactly what Jack had longed for.