Steel Soviet Union

The preparation time passed quickly, and the leader army, which regained its ability to move in just three days, was quickly back on the road.

When I came to Changchun City, the local people, who were used to seeing the Japanese army's cruelty and cruelty, killing innocent people, and having been persecuted for many years, were still very afraid of the leaders of the foreign army.

Fortunately, Chen Weiguo, who returned to his hometown, helped with military propaganda and brought his comrades with him, so that the people quickly knew that "General Malashenko's leading army is here to help us fight the Japanese devils."

Coupled with the military discipline issues that have been managed and handled by the political commissar comrades for a long time, the leading army has completely achieved no offense against civilians.

Even if there is requisition of materials and houses, it is done for a fee with consent, and there is no bullying of men and women.

So when the leader's army left Changchun City and the troops set out on the road again, the farewell they received was an enthusiasm beyond expectations.

A packed house may be a bit exaggerated, but the street farewell is definitely worthy of the name.

Because Malashenko has not been in battle for too long, his commander's vehicle, the IS7 heavy tank with turret call sign 177, has always been on standby.

Iushkin almost forgot the last time he went into battle.

It was hard to get used to it at first, but as I took my time, I slowly calmed down my restless mind during the war years.

I began to follow the advice of Comrade Malashenko, the commander of the tank, and used my free time to read textbooks on tank command and try to study on my own. Occasionally, if I had questions that I didn't understand, I would ask Malashenko with my notebook.

At the same time, he also served as the acting commander of the vehicle when Malashenko was away, responsible for some daily vehicle maintenance and other chores. He finally found something to do for this top ace gunner of the leader's army who couldn't take any time off. .

At the moment, Iushkin did not stay at his post, or even in the tank. Instead, he sat directly on the turret and followed the vehicle in order to better appreciate the scenery.

The huge but not bulky IS7 heavy tank drives on the street, and is specially equipped with rubber track pads to prevent it from running over the street. After all, if this 70-ton giant really needs to be rolled up by the steel tracks used in daily combat, then there will be no need for pavement wherever it passes.

On the left and right sides of IS7 were accompanying infantry soldiers from the leadership army. In order to facilitate interaction with the common people and shorten the distance, they specifically chose to get off the vehicle and advance on foot instead of taking an infantry fighting vehicle.

Looking at the enthusiastic cheering crowds on both sides of the street, I looked up at the Chinese-Russian bilingual banners that stretched across the entire street.

Iushkin, who was quite emotional, couldn't help but said to the main loader Artyom who also leaned his upper body out of the turret to look at the scenery.

"We have been to many places since we started fighting abroad, but we have never received such a warm welcome."

"Especially those Suka Polish guys, I'm so angry just thinking about it now. Those guys actually beat us and the German guys together. I've never seen such impatient idiots alive."

"In the end, the Germans took care of them before we could take action. What do you think they were thinking in their heads? Are they brains or something else?"

Artyom, who had a cigarette in his mouth, waved his hands and showed an expression that said, "The devil knows."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly reached out his hand and took the bouquet of wild flowers thrown into the tank by a female student on the side of the street. Smiling, he raised his hand towards the girl and returned the military salute with a smile, and then replied to Iushkin beside him with flowers in hand.

"It's a good thing to be popular, but having said that, the food here is really delicious. That stew, it's just the big pot that the aunt who lives next to our barracks sent last night. To be honest, I I really want to have another meal, it’s so much better than the stew made by my wife.”

Malashenko had guessed a long time ago that the taste of Northeastern cuisine would appeal to the soldiers. The food was large, filling and substantial, which was in line with the needs of military meals.

It is also to allow the soldiers to experience local characteristics and at the same time bring the military and civilians closer together.

Malashenko and the political commissar calculated it together and simply distributed all the fresh meat and ingredients confiscated from the Japanese army and various puppet traitors to the common people.

Of course, there is no charge for this. All you need to do is give the Red Army a piece of cooked food at home to try.

As a result, during the past few days in Changchun City, the soldiers of the Leader Army were able to eat local specialties almost every day. The guy was full of various kinds of large iron pot stews and pancakes.

Even though Iushkin is silent now, he was the one who devoured the meat the most last night.

One hand made pancakes with corn flour, and the other hand stewed elbows. The food made my mouth full of oil, and I almost swallowed a piece of the iron pot in my mouth.

Now when Artyom said that the food here was delicious, Iushkin, who was very satisfied, nodded his head like a woodpecker.

"Indeed, it would be nice if we could stay a little longer after these Japanese devils are dealt with. I haven't eaten enough yet."

Upon hearing Iushkin's words, Artyom immediately curled his lips.

"You haven't eaten enough? Save it. Just the way you ate last night, within half a month I think you'll be so fat that you can't even fit through the tank hatch. You eat more by yourself than three people." , I wonder how you managed to eat so much, that’s half a pot full of meat.”

"Really? Did I really eat so much? Why don't I remember."

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Artyom shook his head and was too lazy to talk nonsense. The IS7 heavy tank passing through the street had also driven out of the city and arrived on the outskirts of the city.

Watching the combat troops belonging to Kurbalov's division maneuvering away as soon as they left the city, Iushkin, who suddenly felt itchy and wanted to fight again, couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, sometimes I think it would be nice if I could go down to the combat unit, even if I was just a gunner. At least I could blow those Japanese devils into the sky with my own hands."

"Really? I allow you to reorganize your words and give you another chance to speak."

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Before he could finish his complaint, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.

Iushkin turned around and saw that the tank commander was standing in front of him, wearing the combat uniform of a tank soldier instead of the regular uniform of a lieutenant general, looking at him with a "kind" smile.

Malashenko, who was good at scaring, didn't want to continue playing too much, and immediately regained his serious expression. While climbing onto the tank, he also waved to Iushkin to get in the car quickly.

"Don't you always want to do big things? Come on, I'll take you to capture the Kwantung Army commander alive."