Malashenko was a little confused as to why the 9th Guards Airborne Division had to wait for his troops to arrive before launching an attack. He kept thinking about this problem on the way.
It wasn't until the car drove into the troop base of the 9th Guards Airborne Division and saw with his own eyes what those soldiers with high morale but the scars of the war looked like that Malashenko finally understood the reason.
"The telegram didn't say that the casualties of the 9th Guards Airborne Division would be so heavy. From the moment we came in to now, I saw at least more than thirty bandaged soldiers holding weapons and maintaining fighting positions. Some even
One eye is still bandaged! Is this to the point where wounded soldiers have to go out? What was the outcome of yesterday's battle?"
Malashenko, who was witnessing the scene a few parking spaces in front of him, couldn't help but express his feelings. Political Commissar Petrov sitting beside him slowly shook his head upon seeing this. To be honest, even Political Commissar Petrov had suffered such tragic casualties.
I was also surprised.
"If you see an infantry division sending even its wounded soldiers to the front line, either the fighting will and morale of this division are so high that even the wounded soldiers are asking to fight, as long as they can stand up, run, hear and see.
, if you can afford a gun, you must go into battle to kill the enemy and fight to the death with your opponent."
"Either, the casualties of this division have really been so great that more than half of them have been lost, but the existing combat missions are still there and have not been completed. We have no choice but to let the wounded soldiers pick up their guns and fill in the gaps.
Fight. I hope we encounter the former, but if the latter happens, you have to be prepared to fight the Germans tooth and nail."
Malashenko just said his true inner thoughts as if he was complaining casually, but he did not expect that the political commissar Petrov, who had the same thoughts in return, blurted out the words directly, perfected the details, and said almost every word into his heart.
, hit the bullseye.
He turned around and glanced at Commissar Petrov up and down in surprise. Malashenko, who wanted to know the reason, blurted out immediately.
"That's a great summary. I didn't expect so much. Did you analyze it yourself?"
Political Commissar Petrov smiled, glanced at Malashenko, and spoke without thinking.
"What Chernyayev once summed up, I just borrowed the same old tune and used it. He is a genuine infantry regiment commander who was promoted to tank division commander. He is an all-round talent. Do you remember him?"
Political Commissar Petrov said a name that was very familiar to him but seemed very old. To Malashenko, this name seemed like yesterday but also seemed out of reach.
Malashenko, who once again opened the door to his memories, finally remembered that the man with this name was his first comrade division commander who came to this world. He was the man who promoted himself to the position of company commander on the battlefield for the first time.
, speaking of which, he is still his first Bole.
It's a pity that he is the same as most of the brave and fearless grassroots commanders and fighters of the Red Army.
Colonel Chernyev fell in the most difficult period of 1941, under the city of Kiev in the southern Ukraine, and died for his country. Only Commissar Petrov was lucky enough to pay the price of an arm there.
He saved his life, got promoted and worked in the Ministry of Internal Affairs for a while, until he met himself again and a story happened that continues to this day.
As fate moves forward, fate has its way. The little commander who was promoted to the position of company commander is now the same colonel commander as the division commander back then. He is only one step away from being a general, and he has become a hero of the Soviet Union.
, the possession of the tank hero has attracted much attention.
The arduous journey seems to have been an extremely long time in a purgatory war, but as soon as he thinks of everything in the past, Malashenko's memory becomes clearer and clearer, and it feels like it was yesterday.
Suddenly, old things were brought up again in Prokhorovka, and Colonel Chernyaev's name was accidentally mentioned. Is this a hint of fate that has some unspeakable omen? Or is it just pure?
Is it just a coincidence and overthinking?
They both have the rank of colonel, they are both involved in an imminent fierce battle, and it just happened to be the same time that old things were brought up again...
Malashenko believes that every communist fighter should be a true materialist. There is no destined destiny, only a tomorrow that is fought for. The truth and the past, present, and even the struggle of countless communist fighters in the future are all the same.
This is explained silently.
Just like if it was destined, maybe the red flag of communism should not even replace the double-headed eagle flag, let alone the sound of the October Revolution, which sent a communist uprising to the exploited and oppressed people all over the world.
Success, all this depends on the hard work of hands with firm belief, and firmly believes that everything is not the final result of destiny.
But if you think about it from another angle, the fact that you traveled through time itself is nonsense enough. In addition, I even had the incredible experience of being in the "gap of two timelines" before. Is it true that all this is also materialism?
A bit too fucking bullshit?
Malashenko, who was wavering between truth and destiny, had some random thoughts. He vaguely felt that this conversation in which the name of the deceased Colonel Chernyaev happened to appear without warning should be more than just a simple conversation.
By chance, no matter how you look at it, all of this seems a bit too weird.
"Damn it! After all, it's not just greed for life and fear of death that's causing it! It's true that the stronger the army, the stronger the strength, and the better the equipment, the more afraid of death! In 1941, it was either you die or I die.
You’re really feeding it to the dog’s belly, and the longer you live, the more cowardly you become!”
In a moment of excitement, Malashenko accidentally let out even the "elegant and easy-going" in Chinese, and whispered in a low voice, causing the political commissar Petrov who was still looking around to look around.
Fog.
"What's wrong with you? What are you muttering about?"
Malashenko, who couldn't explain why he was thinking so wildly, was startled when he heard this. He coughed twice and took out a cigarette to cover up his strangeness.
"It's nothing, I just think of Commander Chernyaev, and the time when he encouraged me and promoted me to company commander... If you didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten what we are going to do next.
His battle must be worthy of his sacrifice, it must be so."
Malashenko's hasty cover-up was a bit hasty. Political Commissar Petrov, who was over fifty years old and had rich experience, finally noticed something strange in Malashenko's eyes.
But Political Commissar Petrov did not delve into it further. After all, in the opinion of Political Commissar Petrov, who in the world does not have some secrets and worries of his own? Human beings exist as independent individuals.
This is normal for biological creatures, and it happens to everyone.
Mutual trust between comrades is already the best and best answer to this kind of question. Such an explanation has underestimated too much, has understood too much, and still believes in too much Peter like the passionate young man.