Chapter 2536 The Forgotten Man

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2536 The Forgotten Man

Although it is important, there is not much to be said repeatedly in this temporary combat meeting.

So after concisely and clearly emphasizing the importance of this matter, Malashenko waved his hand to signal the meeting to end, so that everyone could go back and do their own things to do and rest early after work. After all, I had to pack up my things and rush out of Berlin when I woke up early tomorrow morning, and there were still many things to be done.

After everyone left, the two brothers Marashenko and Ravrenko were left at the venue, as well as the political commissar, and the political commissar had not left yet.

After packing up the meeting minutes, the political commissar closed the pen. He had long been used to the political commissar with only one arm doing the work that ordinary people need to do. Now it is already smooth and effortless.

Seeing the political commissar busy packing the documents, Malashenko suddenly felt a little touched.

Although I don't want to face it, it's still a reality.

In this last short period of time, I don’t know how long I can watch the political commissar clean up the documents like this. Every minute and every second I can still be with the political commissar is precious. Maybe the day when the heavens and man are separated forever is tomorrow, and maybe there will be some time, so no one can say that.

Thinking of such days, Marashenko, who felt that his heart was empty now, couldn't help but raise his head and speak to the political commissar on the side.

"How are you doing recently? Can you still hold on?"

On the other side, Lavri Nianko turned his eyes when he heard this, but when the political commissar heard this, he stopped his movements in his hands.

"I'm fine. I haven't had any problems in the past two days. Maybe the cancer cells also need to rest. It may take a while before they can come out and continue fighting me."

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Upon hearing this, Malashenko was silent at first. When the political commissar saw that Malashenko had not spoken, he did not continue to speak. Instead, he began to continue to work in his hands and clean up the work. Kongliu looked at both of them. After looking at Ravrenko, he patted Malashenko on the shoulder and signaled.

"Let's go out and smoke a cigarette and wake up. I see that you are like the bread you just baked. You are under a lot of mental stress recently."

Lavrinenko successfully called Marashenko outside, blew the cool breeze coming towards him, feeling the bloody scent of comfort on the Zelo Highlands. It was probably possible that Lavrinenko, who was thinking just now, lit a cigarette for himself, fired Marashenko, and then spoke slowly.

"I wonder if the political commissar can hold on? After the end of the Battle of Berlin?"

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Malashenko smoked and blew the cool breeze without saying anything, but the expression on his face had already revealed his true thoughts, even if it was just that he didn't want to be disguised in front of Ravrenenko.

"Well, I probably understand, I guess that's the same."

"Yes, we all know that for so long, the political commissar has been supporting it by his willpower. The source of his willpower comes from his desire to win this great war. He wants to witness the arrival of this scene with his own eyes."

"There will always be such a day, Marashenko. Since each of us is alive, we are moving towards death, and this is the era of war. Perhaps the ones who die tomorrow will be you and my brothers. Let's be more open-minded. For the political commissar, seeing the arrival of this day may be the best destination and ending. He is a soldier, a party member, and so are you and me, and I believe you can understand."

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Marashenko, who continued to smoke out between his lips and teeth, did not answer directly. As the curling green smoke lingered his fingertips slowly drifted, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark night in the distance in the direction of Berlin City until a cigarette burned out, and finally he kept his continued looking into the distance and spoke slowly towards Ravrenenko.

"We all understand the truth, but human hearts are flesh and brothers. Because of emotions, we are worthy of calling them human beings, which gives us the possibility of trusting each other, uniting, and fighting side by side under the same banner. But emotions are precisely our weakness, and we cannot erase weaknesses in everyone's human nature."

"Reasonably, I have accepted all this reality, but emotionally, I am never willing to face it. I always hope that he can stay with us for a longer time, day after day, and stay with us as always. Even though I know that this incurable disease is so painful, he is just unwilling to express and don't want to say it, I still can't erase my strong emotions."

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Facing Marashenko's words, Lavrienko, who had burned cigarette butts on his fingertips, didn't know what to say for a moment.

No matter how powerful a person is, he will have his weaknesses, just like no weapon can achieve true perfection and will always be easily targeted.

"Cherish this last time, I really feel that there is not much left, I hope we can all accept that we will survive that day."

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Marashenko didn't need much help. He knew everything he should understand and how to do it. It was just that sometimes the rolling things that surged out of the unexplained human weakness really made Marashenko difficult to let go.

A short rest and adjustment time is necessary, and you only need to let the teacher and comrade be quiet alone.

Even so, Marashenko is still very grateful to Ravrenenko, his good brother.

It is always much better to talk to two people who can resonate emotionally than to stay alone.

Malashenko, who had returned to normal, once again covered his weakness of briefly showing others, continued to show the normal behavior of the teacher who was familiar to his comrades, and then began to do the next thing on the schedule that he needed to do himself.

That was something that had been dragged down for a long time, and it could not be considered a public business, but could be said to be a private matter of Marashenko.

The commander remembers many people, but there is one person, who can be said to be a part of the current leader, who has been forgotten by Malashenko for a long time. Sometimes he will remember and remind himself to go to him when he has time, but he will forget about this matter shortly after looking back.

Fortunately, the teacher's memory is relatively reliable today. I have never forgotten this matter. I will soon see the person I have been muttering for a long time but always forgetting.

"Look for him? I'm there, leading someone to repair the car. The boy has a good understanding. After learning with me for a while, he mastered a lot of things. Later, when I saw that he could lead the team, he gave him a maintenance class. He performed well. Now, from the main equipment to the car, he can hand it over to him. I have to say that he is quite mechanically talented."

After hearing Karamov, who was squatting on the buttocks of an IS7 to repair the engine, Marashenko, who was smiling, just nodded and then walked towards Karamov's finger.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!