Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko, who traveled to the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War, had never slept so sleepily as he did now.

The sleepiness and fatigue that had been accumulated for a long time were released like a flood after this cruel steel strangulation. The illusory dreams came and lingered around Malashenko in a foggy and pale world. The tall figure, who seemed familiar but couldn't remember who it was for a moment, was slowly walking towards Malashenko, who was in an unknown state.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Facing Malashenko's question, the tall man surrounded by pale dreams showed a warm smile.

"It doesn't matter who I am, my friend. I came here specifically to thank you. Thank you for giving me a second life that has been completely ended."

He felt a little confused by the nonsensical words of the person in front of him. Malashenko, who had a question mark on his face, was about to ask something, but the words that had already reached his lips were immediately blocked by the man in front of him who spoke quietly again. Shengsheng blocked it back.

"In my last moments before death, the armor fragments that collapsed from the gun breech slit my throat like a cold dagger. At that moment, I was really helpless and desperate. I felt the pain in my body. The coldness gradually grew colder and the life continued to pass by, but I couldn't say anything. I could only let my strength of struggle continue to decrease, but it didn't help. "

"In the last moment when I was still conscious, I roared in my heart hoping to continue living, no matter what the method or cost, because it was not until that moment that I discovered that I was so afraid of death."

The tall man sitting next to Malashenko on a misty white mist quietly narrated words that seemed so nonsensical to Malashenko, but his face could not be seen clearly in the mist, but his face was invisibly revealed. A touch of sadness.

"I howled and roared helplessly in my heart, longing for redemption at the last moment of my life. Although it seems to be a meaningless and futile act now, who could have imagined that a miracle would happen in that situation? It really happened."

The pale cloud lingering on the face of the tall man next to him gradually dissipated. Malashenko, who was already fascinated by the story, was surprised to find that the man sitting next to him turned out to be him!

To be precise, he was a Soviet soldier with the exact same face as Malashenko and wearing the Soviet tank crew's standard fire protection combat uniform!

"Are you Malashenko? Are you him?"

Quietly turning his head and looking at the very different face from a foreign country in front of him with gentle eyes, Malashenko with a smile on his face then spoke calmly to the stunned Lin Jie again.

"And your name is Lin Jie, is that your name? My friend."

Lin Jie, who was speechless when faced with the rhetorical question from Malashenko next to him, was so shocked that he had no idea what was going on.

Looking at the extremely shocked expression on the face of the person next to him who was very important to his short life, Malashenko, who had become accustomed to accepting the seemingly impossible, spoke again.

"Although the continuation of life is not based on my own consciousness, being able to silently watch all this from the sidelines is very satisfying for me, a dead person."

A complex expression of excitement or joy flashed in his blue pupils. Malashenko, who was grateful for everything, had only one wish in his heart.

"Tell me, my friend, are you from the future?"

Although he didn't know why Malashenko beside him suddenly asked such a question, Lin Jie, who couldn't find any reason to deceive or lie after thinking for a short time, finally nodded quietly.

Seeing Malashenko's nod of recognition, his eyes immediately burst out with an indescribable light. Malashenko, whose excitement was beyond words, immediately stepped forward, held Lin Jie's hands tightly, and spoke.

"I knew it! I knew it would be like this! Only people from the future can do these seemingly impossible things!"

"Tell me, Lin Jie, my friend! Did our great motherland win this war in the end? I want to know the truth! Even if it is to give me the final comfort for my life that has ended!"

The excited Malashenko clasped his hands tightly, with enough force to make Lin Jie, who had not expected it, feel a burst of pain. There was an almost pleading inquiry and longing look in Malashenko's eyes. It seemed so real to Lin Jie.

"Yes, my comrade, the Soviets won this sacred Patriotic War and sent the evil German fascism that was ravaging the world together with their devil head of state to hell. Four years later, the Berlin Reichstag will be Raise the red Soviet battle flag!"

The answer from Lin Jie was like nectar after a long drought, turning the last unwilling wish that had been sleepy in Malashenko's heart for a long time into reality. Malashenko, who was extremely excited, watched Lin Jie sitting aside. Come, just like a child who got the ideal birthday gift.

"I knew it! I knew that all the efforts and sacrifices would not be wasted! The heroic predecessors made such great sacrifices to transform their lofty ideals into reality. How could the Soviets be defeated by the enemy so easily? The blood-stained flag will fly over Moscow forever!”

Lin Jie, who only told a small part of the not-so-distant future, silently looked at Malashenko's trembling face next to him, who was about to cry with joy. The more sincere this emotional outburst was, the more people on the side were surprised. Lin Jie, who was both a witness and a bystander of history, felt a sting in his heart like drops of blood.

Born to greatness, died of disgrace.

The Soviet Union, which could stand like a rock in the sea under the attack of the entire German nation that conquered the entire Europe, was ultimately destroyed at the hands of its own stupid people.

Human greed and twisted desires eventually corroded the once noble and just ideals. The flags condensed with the blood of countless Soviet soldiers were quietly lowered and fell in the hands of their own people.

For countless Red Army soldiers like Malashenko who sacrificed their lives heroically for their lofty ideals, this result was simply the most ruthless torture and trampling, millions of times better than the sharpest knife in the world.

The crystal clear tears slipped quietly from Lin Jie's hand that brushed Malashenko's face. Lin Jie could feel the heat from it, which was enough to burn his soul. Only a long sigh echoed in the still water. heart.