Chapter 2569 The time is just right

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2569 The time is just right

Some of them have nothing to do with the "Holy Virgin" or not. In Malashenko's view, it is a question of human nature and conscience.

It is an invisible and intangible battle, but it is as important as a battle on the battlefield and a victory or defeat, and it must be won.

There is no such developed media in this era, nor is there the horrible communication power that the Internet can clamor all over the world knows about something on the front line in the morning.

Some truths may be like Nazi being crushed into the soil by the leader's tracks, buried forever and never seeing the light of heaven.

But some truths may not be, and one day they will be revealed in some way or in some way, and will be recorded as a historical record to alert future generations and let the truth be remembered forever.

As the battlefield leader of the Leader Division, the commander of the first division who actually possesses direct military command.

Marashenko not only wants to win his troops, but also wants his soldiers to win glory, win justice, win reputation that deserves his own reputation, deserves the title of hero, and wins victory in the two decisive battles between battlefield and human nature.

"The Red Army has never been a war machine that can only kill people. This is not the original intention of us to break the shackles and establish this armed forces. Don't forget this, Marashenko. I always believe that our ideals and our careers are bright and open, great and just. Don't forget this no matter what happens. What is important is how you do, what you do, and whenever you do."

Comrades from the political commissar taught Malashenko a lot, including how to be a real person, a person who deserves the burden on his shoulders and all the names and halos on his head.

One day, I will say goodbye to this legendary and heroic team and to this team full of countless heroic deeds.

But it's just like you will leave.

All of my comrades who are still alive will eventually leave one day.

The leader must be passed on, and continue to pass on it like a torch, generation after generation.

Malashenko hopes that the leader's army can pass on not only its title but also its military battle history full of heroic and glorious deeds.

It is a spirit, a spirit that can be clear at any time, and something that can be passed on by the leader as a true definition of "hero".

People will know that what will happen here today and in the future is like knowing the name of the leader.

Inheritance is not only a transmission within itself, but also a kind of development that is silently transmitted.

Marashenko is not sure whether his actions today will bear fruit one day, and he doesn't know whether he will bear satisfactory results.

But at this moment, there was something I had to do. Standing on the street, leaning against his IS7 command car, looking at the bustling crowd of old, weak, sick and disabled people who came to line up to get supplies on the road, Malashenko was even more convinced of this.

I am sure that the words that the political commissar told me in person were correct, and that I am sure that my actions were also clear.

Iushijin, who also witnessed the real scene in front of him on the turret, also showed calmness. Sitting on the roof of the car was as calm as an ordinary person watching the crowd coming and going on the street. He held the cigarette in his mouth, perhaps because he thought of something, and finally spoke slowly.

"Do you know? When I heard about this, I guessed that you would definitely do this. To be honest, I was not surprised at all."

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Upon hearing this, Marashenko did not say anything on the spot, but turned his head and saw the expression of Iushkin, which seemed to be homely, and then spoke.

"I'm still curious why I didn't say it, thinking you want to call me a Suka fool."

"Ha, you guessed it wrong. I never thought about it from beginning to end."

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Perhaps seeing the corner of Marashenko's side face trembled slightly, and he seemed to have a feeling of being speechless. Iushkin, who was pinching the cigarette and squirting the ashes, chose to continue.

"If you want to tell me why, the reason is actually very simple. The political commissar not only teaches you, but I also learned a lot from him."

"I gradually began to understand what you meant. What is destruction of the enemy is just a way to completely eradicate the soil where hatred breeds and sprouts the enemy. "

"I have my understanding, and I began to feel that victory on the battlefield is not the end of the war, and it is to get rid of the land that we can all understand."

"I support you in this matter, just like you said, "Nah, it's not human, but we still cannot compare what the enemy has done. We just need to compare what we do. To be honest, if you didn't tell me this, and there was a political commissar who reasoned. I probably think this might be something that can only be said by someone who has a brain. How could there be such a fool who is so kind to the enemy?"

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Speaking of this, Iushkin obviously slapped, and continued to sit on the turret and quietly looked at what was happening on the street in front of him. He looked at the joyfulness after queuing up to receive the food, and even wiped his tears, thanking the Red Army civilians in German that the other party might not understand. It was as if he had witnessed something familiar to me in the depths of his memory, and he had long been remembered.

"It reminds me of what happened in our hometown, everything that was unfortunate."

"I am even more grateful for what we have done now, and I am glad that your order will be like this. We have finally followed up on the road to true victory and went hand in hand with victory to the battlefield."

"I'm glad to be here with you, Comrade Commander, it's my honor."

"It's mine too."

"So too."

"And there is me."

"Uh, can you count me as one, even though I'm late."

At some point, there were more than Yiwushkin on the turret.

Except for Malashenko, the entire No. 177 crew, was still standing under the car, and everyone else leaned out on the roof and turret, looking at their commander, and echoed in unison.

Looking back and looking behind him, Marashenko seemed to be able to see not only these familiar faces in front of him, but also two deceased comrades seemed to be smiling at him on the turret.

The wetness of the eyes was only covered up in a flash. In any case, at this moment today, Marashenko sincerely felt that having such a group of comrades spending time with him day and night with him would probably be the biggest gain after coming to this strange world of timeline.

"Don't be stern, it looks like something happens, smile. I'll take a photo of you a few, it's just the right time."

Many years later, whether it was East Germans, German Federalists or Russian Federalists, there would always be people who remembered the scene that Lavrienko proposed and recorded on a whim. I remember the face left in the photo, and the IS7 heavy tank with a scythe hammer red flag painted with the guard logo, and the laughing crowd on the streets.
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