Steel Soviet Union

"What will you do when the battle begins? Do you still want to lead the troops and go in person?"

Malashenko was standing in the forward observation post, looking through binoculars at the earth-shaking artillery fire in the distance. He could not take his eyes away. The political commissar comrade who came forward at some unknown time had already arrived beside Malashenko, watching the artillery fire in the distance. Ask questions.

"Why do you ask so suddenly?"

Malashenko was a little surprised when he suddenly heard the words, and looked back at Comrade Political Commissar with a little surprise.

"It's nothing, just ask casually."

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Looking at Comrade Political Commissar's normal expression that didn't seem to change much, Malashenko quickly gave a reply after thinking for a moment.

"Of course, which large-scale attack did I not personally lead? Sitting in the command post is not my style. The fire and smoke is my destination. This kind of peaceful and calm place is not suitable for my wild personality. "

Malashenko spoke eloquently with a smile on his face, and the political commissar who was also amused by Malashenko's answer couldn't help but reply.

"If this continues, what are you going to do when the war is over? There will be no more wars at that time. Wouldn't you be going crazy?"

"The war is over?"

Comrade Political Commissar's casual remarks brought back a distant memory of Malashenko.

Yes, the war will end, and it will not be far away, and it won't be long.

Now, from the beginning, I just wanted to save my life, from the cruel defeat in 41 years, I struggled to survive bit by bit until now. Now, Malashenko suddenly found that he seemed to have adapted to the smell of gunfire and smoke on the front line, and to the days of fighting the Germans with his head in his waistband all day long.

If he suddenly returned to normal life from the war, Malashenko asked himself that he might not be able to adapt quickly.

This is not to say that I love war and hate peace, but that people like me who have already adapted to cruel war will feel idle and as if they are in another world when they suddenly return to normal ordinary life.

What should I do every day at that time?

Malashenko couldn't help but start thinking.

Like a charterer, go down to the army every day for inspections and lectures from leaders? When you have nothing to do, go home and do something with your beautiful wife that you both love? Isn't this a bit too routine? Being accustomed to the violence and debauchery of war, will I be able to return to this kind of life and adapt to it?

If it were before time travel, Lin Jie in his previous life could only smile when faced with such a problem, thinking that the person who asked this question was a fool. Are there still people who don't want to live a peaceful life and want to go to the battlefield all day long to risk their lives?

But sometimes things are so special and ironic. Unless you are personally there, you have no way of knowing what kind of situation the person involved has encountered and what kind of difficulties he is facing in his heart.

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Comrade Political Commissar's unintentional question aroused Malashenko's thoughts. Malashenko, who didn't know what he was thinking specifically, felt that his thoughts were confused. This was not suitable for a senior commander before a battle. status.

Realizing this situation, Malashenko quickly adjusted his thoughts, smoothed out the fluctuations, and returned to normal. He soon returned to his normal expression and spoke seriously to the political commissar.

"At that time, I will try to adapt to return to normal life, to be a real ordinary person, and shed the halo of this hero and all the trivial matters. Live the life I should live, live the life I want to live, and try my best to Make it up to those who love me and those I love.”

Malashenko is actually a person who longs for a peaceful and ordinary life in his heart. The real thing is that he doesn’t want to do anything earth-shattering. He just wants to run his own small world well, just like thousands of ordinary people. Like all the Red Army soldiers, they are ordinary but different, shrouded and radiant with the aura of honor of Soviet heroes and tank heroes.

The political commissar comrade who has been with Malashenko day and night for so long has understood this a long time ago, so he is asking this question now.

To be honest, Malashenko's answer did not surprise Comrade Political Commissar, but it made Comrade Political Commissar feel more or less gratified and satisfied.

These simple and ordinary words prove that Malashenko has not been swallowed up by this extremely cruel war and is still maintaining himself.

This young hero, who is surrounded by glory and halo, still longs for peace, tranquility, and a peaceful and comfortable life that belongs to him. This is the political commissar who has been guiding Malashenko on the right path. The ultimate outcome that comrades hope for.

"Don't forget what you said now, and don't forget your current heart and thoughts. You need to walk the road in the future by yourself. There will eventually be a day when you have to stand alone and need to protect the people behind you. You are my door. Disciple, live well and don’t embarrass me! Let people still remember that you are the disciple who was brought up by Petrov.”

This was the first time Comrade Political Commissar said something like this. Malashenko, who was still hearing the roar of gunfire in his ears, felt as clear as a mirror and sober in his heart. Hearing such words has always been Malashenko's inner expectation.

"How many years have you finally admitted that you are my master? I thought you, a bad old man, would never say this until you die."

It was rare for Malashenko to have such an opportunity to chat amidst the shaking of the earth and the roar of artillery fire. The time also flew by while chatting with each other, and soon it was time to start taking action. when.

"It's getting late. I'll leave it to you. I'll pack up my things and get ready to board the car. After this battle, we can have a good rest. Ah, I swear I will sleep well all day long. You You don’t know that my bones are almost falling apart these days.”

Malashenko, who rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the time on his watch, was ready to take action, handing over the final matters at the division to his political commissar comrades to take over as usual.

The Iushkin brothers had already warmed up the car and were ready to set off. They were just waiting for their comrade, the car commander, to come and give the final order.

Political Commissar Petrov, who was aware of this situation, raised his hand and looked at his watch and found that there were less than ten minutes left before the scheduled one-hour artillery preparations were completed. It was indeed time for Malashenko to pack up and set off.

"Remember not to overdo it. As long as you kill that group of SS soldiers, the remaining Wehrmacht troops will be worth mentioning. Remember this, don't expand the battlefield beyond control."

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar was familiar with Malashenko's violent and excited character when fighting, and gave him a reminder at the last moment before departure. Comrade Ma had already walked to the door carrying a tank cap and a submachine gun, leaving only a trace of his back and head. No reply, keep moving forward.

"Don't worry, wait for me to come back, it won't be long!"