This lieutenant general is Mahlis, known as the "King of Small Reports".
Mahlis has many titles, such as director of the General Political Department, political commissar of the first-level army, and deputy people's commissar of national defense. At this time, he is commanding the battle on the front line as a representative of the Supreme Command... In fact, everyone knows that he is commanding the battle.
This guy wanted to take advantage of the Soviet counterattack to earn himself a little money and a little halo, so that others wouldn't think he was just a snitch.
Knowing that the person in front of him was Mahlis, Shulka understood.
Mahlis is a well-known flatterer. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, naturally most of the people around him are incompetent and have a bad temper, so the previous "unprofessional" behavior is normal.
Shulka regretted it endlessly. If he had known it was him, he should have let the Germans capture him, or even take advantage of the chaos to deal with him.
But now, it's too late.
"I seem to have never seen such a car!" Mahlis asked curiously after getting on the half-track vehicle.
"Yes, Comrade General!" Shulka replied: "This is a newly developed half-track vehicle!"
Sulka had to speak louder because of the noise the half-track made.
The instructor seemed a little nervous, and he explained to Mahlis with some stuttering: "We just received ten vehicles for testing, and we didn't expect to meet you..."
"Why don't I know?" Maihelis asked, his tone seemed to be that someone was doing something without telling him.
"Comrade...Comrade Mahlis!" the instructor replied: "This may be because scientists have never approved of this kind of half-track vehicle!"
"Don't agree? Why don't you agree?" Mae Helis asked.
"You know!" the instructor explained: "They think it is a waste to produce this kind of vehicle. Its transportation capacity is not as good as that of a car, and it also wastes the tracks of the tank. In addition, it is also time-consuming to produce, so..."
"They are such a bunch of idiots!" Mai Helis couldn't help laughing: "I think it is very good, much safer than a jeep. If I take this half-track instead of a jeep, those Germans will look better
Got it!"
"Yes, yes!" The instructor had some difficulty in answering this.
"So, how did they finally agree to produce a half-track?"
"It's Comrade Captain!" The instructor turned his attention to Shulka: "He convinced those scientists and designed this half-track vehicle!"
"Oh!" Mahlis turned his attention to Shulka: "This half-track vehicle you designed?"
"Yes, Comrade Mahlis!" Shulka replied.
"Do you think it has any advantages?" Maihelis asked again.
"The off-road performance is good!" Shulka replied casually: "It has basic defense power. In addition, it can be easily expanded by adding necessary weapons, such as machine guns and rocket launchers... If we just used cars to fight the Germans,
You won’t win so easily!”
"That's right, Comrade Shulka!" Mahlis patted Shulka on the shoulder: "I saw it just now. It is very suitable for front-line operations. We should produce more half-track vehicles like this! I
I’m glad you have such a vision!”
Shulka felt like vomiting. This Mahlis obviously knew nothing, but he pretended to know everything and had everything under his control.
The instructor secretly winked at Shulka, meaning to ask Shulka to cooperate.
Shulka nodded helplessly and replied: "Yes, Comrade Mahlis, you have thanked me!"
"Comrade Shulka!" Maihelis asked: "I am very curious... when that *** lackey pointed the gun at me, why did you shoot him down without hesitation? Did you
Aren’t you worried that he would pull the trigger before he died?”
"Comrade Mahlis!" The instructor suddenly became nervous again: "Comrade Shulka didn't know it was you at the time, he was just a rescuer..."
"I didn't ask you!" Mahlis interrupted the instructor.
The instructor immediately did not dare to say anything... Mekhlis was a man who could make great changes in the Soviet Union. For example, at this time he was the representative of the Supreme Command. A man who had never attended a military academy and had no combat experience and could be said to be almost illiterate, actually
Ability to command Soviet troops on the front lines on behalf of the Supreme Command.
"I think that's the best choice, Comrade Mahlis!" Shulka replied.
Shulka understood at this moment that Mahlis would not be grateful to Shulka for saving his life. On the contrary, he could even grab something from it and put a hat on Shulka.
"Give me a reason!" Mahlis said: "Otherwise, I have reason to believe that you didn't care about the life of a general at all!"
"I am aiming at the enemy's abdomen!" Shulka replied: "If it is other parts, then it is indeed like you said, when my bullet hits the enemy, my finger will pull the trigger..."
“Wouldn’t aiming at the enemy’s belly prevent him from pulling the trigger?”
"No, he can do it too!" Shulka replied: "But no matter who it is, they will arch their body reflexively after being hit hard in the abdomen, so... the bullet he fired when he pulled the trigger was the one who hit the target.
At your feet!"
Mahlis was stunned for a while, and then laughed: "That's right, Comrade Shulka! I know this, speaking of which, I should thank you, you saved my life!"
"That's what I should do, Comrade General!" Shulka replied coldly.
At the headquarters of the 1st Guards Tank Brigade, Maekhlis said to Katukov angrily before his butt was hot: "Why don't you attack? While other troops are chasing the enemy, you stay behind
Rest in Rzhev! Don’t you think this cowardly behavior is shameful?”
Katukov was stunned by this call. He was stunned for a while before replying: "Comrade Mekhlis, we were ordered to garrison in Rzhev..."
"Then the order has been changed now!" Mekhlis said: "Now is the time to drive the communist lackeys completely out of our country. The Soviet Union cannot tolerate any fear of war, even the 1st Guards Tank
Brigade is no exception!”
"We need Comrade Rokossovsky's order!" Katukov could only reply in desperation.
"You need an order?" Mahlis raised his eyebrows disdainfully: "Okay, I will give you an order!"
With that said, he led his subordinates towards the communications room, leaving only Shulka and Katukov looking at each other.
"Looking at each other" seems inappropriate, because if looks could kill, Katukov had already killed Shulka several times.
"Where did you get this guy?" Katukov complained in a low voice.
Shulka spread his hands helplessly and replied: "This is a very long story!"