Steel Soviet Union

Tears are still dripping down, and the trembling hands are almost unable to grasp the paper, which seems to be as heavy as a mountain. From the inside to the outside, it seems that the whole person, including the soul, is riddled with holes. Ke was still forcing himself to continue reading the things in front of him. read

"I still remember a song, Comrade Commander, that you sang to the comrades. It was also a song that I had never heard in college."

"You know what? I really want to live and enjoy the red sunrise. Live just to love everyone who is with you."

"You know what? How much I want to live, to wake up with you at dawn, cook and make coffee, while everyone in the world is sleeping soundly."

"You know what? If you want to live so much, you don't have to publicize it through newspapers, you have to share it. Live so that children will never forget it."

"Let the children never forget. I firmly believe that this is proof that I am still alive! A short life is insignificant. What is important is that thousands of years later, there are still people who can remember, remember this great cause, remember those passionate years, remember that As long as children remember the time when countless Communists fought and sacrificed heroically for the greatest cause of mankind, it is enough.”

“I don’t know what else to say, uncle, and comrade commander.

“I don’t want all the people I love and love me to be sad because of my passing. If you have this emotion, please turn it into the motivation to move forward and fight those evil fascist beasts to the end! As a person, A Red Army soldier and a Communist Party member, I will die without regrets.”

"In the end, my only wish is to be with my mother. Now that this letter can be found, I think my body left in this world can still be recognized and still exist. Please bury me next to my mother. . I couldn’t be with her in the last moments of her life, and I want to spend all my time in the future making up for her, even in this form. I really miss my mother.”

"I have always believed that we will win. When that day comes and the songs of victory resound across the land of the motherland, please tell me this news, take it to my tomb, and inform my mother and I about the heroic sacrifices of our comrades and everything All the hard work has been in vain! Victory belongs to us, to the motherland, to the Bolsheviks, and to this greatest cause of all mankind.”

The last stroke of the outline came to an abrupt end, and Malashenko, holding the letter in his hand, was already stained with tears.

Who is a true communist fighter?

Malashenko has thought about this problem countless times.

There are many ways to live a person's life, whether he lives a life of luxury and lust or a life of poverty, the important thing is not what kind of situation a person experiences in this world, but what he leaves behind and can be remembered by future generations. What, what kind of mark was engraved on the flag that he personally handed over to the comrades behind him. 6̾̾

Malashenko taught Kirill a lot, and at the end of his short life, Kirill gave Malashenko some extremely precious gains that he had learned through his life.

You don’t need to live a wonderful life, but you want to be remembered by future generations.

Selfishness cannot buy a bright future for a great cause. What will be destroyed after the flood will be the great road forged with the blood of countless people.

Even if the body dies, the things left behind can still exist on this road and in this world.

Malashenko will not forget every moment he spent with Kirill day and night, nor will he forget the revolutionary oath Kirill made under the red flag and his life to fulfill his great will.

The red flag was passed down personally, and the spirit like a fire was placed in the palm of the hand and has not been extinguished.

Maybe Kirill didn't have the chance to hear Malashenko's "thank you", but the true emotions that did not require too many words had already written on Malashenko's heart at this moment on his face.

If there was any scenario Kirill hoped to see and what the final result would be, then this would be it.

A person's growth and change often don't take too long, more often it just takes a short moment in the blink of an eye.

Comrade Political Commissar just said that he hopes Malashenko can cheer up and get back into shape as soon as possible to shoulder his due responsibilities. There are too many things and people that need him, and we need the leadership of this division commander who holds the red flag high and is like a lighthouse. Everyone move on.

Thanks to the ultimate legacy left by Kirill, Malashenko, who wiped away his tears, did it. With a heroic and persevering soul, he became even stronger than before and became the lingering factor in the enemy's nightmare. Very nightmare.

In accordance with Kirill's wishes, he will be buried with his mother.

But due to the summer weather, it was Kirill’s ashes that were finally brought back and buried next to his mother. There was no choice.

So before that, a solemn and solemn cremation ceremony is imperative.

This is not only for Kirill, but also for the entire company and all the comrades who have sacrificed their lives in recent battles.

When the burning and leaping red fire enveloped the remains of the soldiers and disappeared, all the soldiers who followed the order of the division commander Comrade Malashenko and gathered in an orderly formation on the boundless grassland saluted solemnly.

Row after row of IS6 heavy tanks raised their muzzles and pointed at the dusk sky. The setting sun shot the golden afterglow through the jumping flames and sprinkled it on everyone's solemn and solemn faces, just like Kirill's short life. The warmest moment that is remembered in memory is passed on to the hearts of everyone present, and will be unforgettable with this moment until death.

"I will definitely avenge you, brother! I will dig out the brains of those fascist bastards with my own hands, stuff all their entrails into our tracks and grind them to pieces! Let these damn bastards turn into pieces As fertilizer to nourish the land, no matter how far they go, the bastards of Battalion 502 will definitely die, I guarantee you with my life!"

When the crimson color reflected the afterglow of the setting sun on his face, Iushkin, who had dried up his tears and had no more silent sorrow, was left with only a solemn vow of revenge.

Just like Malashenko, Iushkin, who lived with Kirill day and night, was also unable to accept everything that happened suddenly. In the first brief moment and the time that followed, he endured unimaginable tearing by ordinary people. Soul pain.

Seryosha, and even Artem, who replaced Kirill as the new loader

No one was indifferent to all this, and the deep wounds of grief and soul tearing were all over everyone's face. Even Malashenko now clearly remembers every face with deep pain.

"What next? Where are we going to find these bastards and cut them into pieces?"

What answered Iushkin was Malashenko's death whisper without the slightest emotion.

"No matter where you are, the place where you encounter these dead people again will be their graves."