Chapter 3008 Comrades Arrive

Speaking of which, this was the first time Malashenko saw the Japanese with his own eyes.

The military parade in Moscow’s Red Square is not included. There were so many people there that there was really no need to pick two flies out of the crowd to watch.

He has a short stature, bandy legs with a bit of a splay, and a dog's skin that is yellow. In addition, the full length of the bayonet, including the bayonet, is taller than the Japs carrying the gun.

Such a devil is not a single one, but a group.

Malashenko probably counted seventeen or eight of them, and there was even one with a command knife among them. It looked like he should be a sergeant or a second lieutenant? All in all, it was not very clear. It was too difficult to see clearly the military rank of the person on the opposite side across the river with a telescope. Even if Lao Ma, a gunner, had far better eyesight than ordinary people, he still couldn't be sure.

"Do the Japanese patrols come every day? Is this the number of people each time?"

It was obvious that the Japs on the opposite side were ordinary patrols wandering around every day. It was impossible for the Japs to counterattack the vanguard sent by the Red Army to cross the river.

Hearing the comrade commander's question, a major who was in charge of patrolling and defending the area along the riverside in the suburbs stepped forward. It was his mission to help the comrade commander understand the military situation along the riverside.

"Comrade Commander, the frequency of Japanese patrols is higher than when we first arrived. There are two more teams every day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Counting the morning and evening patrols Yes, there are a total of 4 patrols in one day. This was a new change just three days ago.”

"Four times? Oh, this little devil really thinks highly of me. He sent so many people to keep an eye on me."

Malashenko was immediately amused after hearing this.

For things like border patrol, the frequency of four trips a day can no longer be said to be high, but very high, very high, so high that it is abnormal, which is enough to show how many extra manpower the Japanese have deployed on this boring and monotonous job. .

See the big from the small, see the essence through the phenomenon.

Malashenko knew that the Kwantung Army must be vaguely aware of something, and the deployment of additional manpower to strengthen border patrols was evidence of his panic.

After all, with such a large-scale deployment of personnel and equipment by the Red Army, it would be unrealistic to completely hide it from the Japanese.

But the combat operation against Japan itself is a bright card. I just want to fucking beat up your little Japan, what the hell? If you don't accept it, you should fire the first shot first. If you have the guts to cross the river and take the initiative, I, Malashenko, can only ask for it.

The more he looks at the Japanese, the more dissatisfied he is with Malashenko. Now he cannot fire the first shot. Even the current lieutenant general of the "No. 1 Army in the World" does not have this power.

After the fighting begins, you can beat the Japanese to death no matter how hard you want, but the order to start the attack must be given by the general headquarters, so now you can only watch and endure it. Malashenko is very clear about what can and cannot be done.

Thinking about taking a look at what the Japanese were doing before leaving, Malashenko raised the telescope in his hand again, but then he saw a scene that surprised him.

In the crowd of Japs on the opposite side, the Japs leader who looked like an officer and carried a command knife was actually nodding and crouching and waving in his direction on the other side of the river. He couldn't see his military rank clearly, but he could still clearly see the impressive look on his face. Disgusting smile.

"Damn it! These Japanese devils can't wait so long? One day I will use your stupid smiles 203 times to make you eat as much as you want!"

Malashenko thought that the Japanese on the opposite side were deliberately mocking him, so he cursed in his heart. He never thought that the political commissar standing beside him, who was not the first time he came to the riverside, quietly spoke up with some other insights.

"The Japanese army has been like this for several days. When they see our patrols, they will take the initiative to say hello. It's even worse if they see senior commanders. Like what you see now, they will even bow to you."

"ha?"

Looking at Malashenko's expression as he turned his head, "What the hell, is this still happening?" Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who paused for a moment and was also holding a telescope in one hand, quickly continued to speak.

"The international situation is now seriously unfavorable to Japan. The only remaining Axis power is their group of madmen who are still fighting in a corner."

"The Japanese know that their situation is worse than ever. The Chinese comrades and Americans alone are enough for them. These bastards with somewhat abnormal brains actually expect us, the Soviet Union, to help them mediate the war. I hope to persuade them Is this what anyone in their right mind would say when Americans say enough is enough and they should stop?”

To be able to make a civilized person like Comrade Political Commissar scold him as "having a problem with his brain", one can only imagine how stupid these devils are. This may be the result of their IQ arrears and refusal to pay, resulting in their brain shutting down.

"So this is why the Japanese army did this. Although they noticed our movements and made many targeted adjustments, including an increase in the density of patrols, they essentially still hope that we will not attack and will do everything they can to They can please us, but they still expect us to mediate the war for them and stop the Americans. They don’t want to offend us.”

"Oh, offended?"

Malashenko sneered, his face full of disdain, and then blurted out sharp words without thinking.

"If they really don't want to offend others, they should go back to their dry world of one-third of an acre and fend for themselves. When these dogs bully the weak at will and wave their butcher knives at the plain-headed people with a sinister smile, have they ever thought about it? Are you afraid of offending someone?"

"It's not that I don't report that the time has not come, I, Malashenko, am here to do justice for God!"

"Don't even mention these bastards standing across the river bowing and nodding to me. Even if they chop off their heads and throw them into the river and float over to me, I will never let them go!"

"Aren't they buddies with the Nazis and in cahoots with each other? Great, that's perfect. Let's give these Japanese devils a little more of the set meal that the Nazis have enjoyed. Let's see which one is more durable, the shitty Bushido spirit or the SS lunatics."

After scolding him on the spot, he still felt unsatisfied. He looked at the Japanese leader on the opposite side, still smiling and waving at him. The telescope in his other hand was obviously because he saw the general's uniform and had such a reaction.

Malashenko looked around and found something in the patrolman's hand. He immediately had an idea and reached out.

"Here, give me the loudspeaker."

Sometimes, when the Japanese troops on the other side of the river did something that could easily cause "misunderstanding", the Red Army patrol had to give them a stern warning. If they did not listen, there was reason to use lethal force. The big iron loudspeaker in the patrol's hand was specifically used for this purpose.

The passive iron loudspeaker of this era has no electronic amplification. If you want this thing to work properly, you must have a loud voice.

Fortunately, our old comrade Ma is tall and strong, and his lung capacity is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people. Coupled with this well-tested and strong body, it is easy for him to shout a few times with the loudspeaker.

And Malashenko has already prepared the lines.

A great force instantly inhaled and was ready to go. Malashenko, who had gathered all his strength, raised the loudspeaker, and the next second he spoke directly in authentic Northeastern dialect.

"Damn the little Japanese! Damn our ancestors!"

The Japanese leader who was still nodding and bowing across the river was stunned when he heard this. His whole body seemed to have been paused, and even his smile froze and stagnated. His unexpected "carelessness leads to loss of ancestors" expression was so vivid and wonderful.

""

The Japanese stopped nodding and bowing, and even his smile changed from GIF to JPG.

The comrades beside Malashenko were dumbfounded. They did not expect that their own army commander would shout out such words that made people full of questions and had no idea what they meant.

Only one person could understand, and that was our political commissar.

His experience in the early years enabled the political commissar to not only speak Mandarin, but also read books in traditional Chinese. He translated them into Russian and recorded them in a book, leaving them for comrades in need to learn by themselves.

Now, after hearing Lao Ma's roar, of course, he knew what it meant.

The words that were quite hilarious were blurted out on the spot.

"I didn't expect you to speak Chinese so fluently. Did you learn it secretly?"

Malachenko can speak multiple languages, and his mastery of different languages ​​is even higher than that of the political commissar. It is no problem to say that he is the strongest multilingual talent in the whole army.

With this premise, the political commissar felt that it was not strange for Malachenko to speak fluent Chinese. Who let our army commander have a talent for languages?

Besides, the upcoming war against Japan still has practical needs. After coming to the Northeast, being able to speak Chinese is indeed a great advantage. It is reasonable for Malachenko to learn by himself at this time.

It was Malachenko who said "Chinese quintessence" directly at the beginning, which really made the political commissar a little bit nervous. He couldn't help but sigh that it seems that no matter what language, swear words are always learned the fastest.

What's more interesting is that just by looking at the reaction of the Japanese leader opposite, you can know that the dog thing must be able to understand this, which is why he was so stunned.

It was probably shocked that a Soviet general could speak fluent "Chinese quintessence" as soon as he opened his mouth.

No matter what you devils think, Malashenko is not interested and has no mood to know.

Compared with feeding 203 shells into your mouth, this scolding is considered light. Be thankful that you still have a few more days to live.

Malashenko, whose inspection by the river ended, drove back to the military headquarters, sat back at his desk and drank a sip of water. He was about to pick up a pen to continue processing documents, but he never thought that the political commissar who had just separated from him walked into the office again.

"The comrades from China have arrived and brought very important intelligence. The superiors have assigned them to our army as representatives. Do you want to meet them?"

"Hmm? Comrades from China? Already arrived?"

Malashenko had heard about this. It was probably that a group of Chinese comrades from the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army would come with intelligence to assist in the operation.

And at the last moment before the attack was launched, they would return to the Northeast in advance to open up and guide the offensive route for the leader army and disrupt the reaction and assembly of the Japanese army.

These comrades of the Anti-Japanese United Army who understand the Kwantung Army and are more familiar with their homeland will be a rare help for the leader army to march south.

Malashenko has always been concerned about this matter. Because of his past lives, he has an inseparable feeling for these comrades of the Anti-Japanese United Army.

After blurting out "Please come quickly" to the political commissar, he immediately stood up to greet them.

The meeting place was not in the reception room on the first floor of the military headquarters, but in the army commander's office in the single room on the top floor. Malashenko thought that there was nothing wrong with such courtesy, and it was even more appropriate and proper.

When the political commissar personally led the person over a moment later, looking at the young face in front of him wearing the uniform of the Red Army captain, Malashenko, who knew the arduous and arduous history of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, could not help but label the comrade in front of him, who was meeting for the first time but still felt very friendly, as "young and promising".

What Malashenko did not expect was that the other party's reaction was actually even worse than his own.

Apart from the excitement on Yuoran's face, his first reaction to the "Legendary Tank Hero of the Red Army" whom he met for the first time was "He is really so young."

"Reporting to Comrade Commander! Chen Weiguo, captain of the first company of the 2nd Battalion of the 88th Independent Infantry Brigade of the Far East Red Flag, is reporting to you. I wish you good health!"

"Okay! Okay! You are young, promising and talented. You should be China's anti-Japanese elite!"

"Come, sit here."

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Malashenko felt that there was nothing wrong with his warm smile and cordial answers, but Comrade Chen Weiguo, who had been smiling brightly just now, now looked stunned for some reason.

"Comrade Commander, how is your Chinese?"

"Oh? My Chinese?"

Upon hearing what Chen Weiguo said, Malashenko realized that it was him who spoke fluent Mandarin. Chen Weiguo, who originally spoke fluent Russian when greeting him, was immediately confused.

I think so.

Probably no one would have thought of Comrade Malashenko, a well-known legendary tank hero of the Soviet Union, a steel butcher who terrified the Nazis, a three-time winner of the Hero of the Soviet Union award, and the current lieutenant general who leads the army.

He can speak fluent Chinese so easily that people would mistake him for a fellow from the Northeast.

How could this not surprise someone who met him for the first time and had only heard of his name in legends in the past?

Realizing the problem, Malashenko immediately smiled calmly and continued to speak while maintaining the same smile as before.

"Did it surprise you? It doesn't matter. You can get used to it slowly. Just use Chinese when you talk to me in the future. We still have many things to talk about."

""

Before Chen Weiguo, whose deep sense of surprise had not completely subsided, could speak, the political commissar who led the people in had already left with a smile.

"You guys chat, I'm going to do my business first. If you need anything, just call me."

Even the political commissar’s words before leaving were spoken in fluent Chinese that was appropriate for the occasion.

When Comrade Political Commissar closed the door and left, and Chen Weiguo finally sat down on the single sofa next to him, he didn't have time to say anything on his own initiative.

Malashenko, who went straight to the point, spoke first again while maintaining a smile.