"What will you do when the battle starts later? Do you still want to lead the troops and fight in person?"
Malashenko was standing in the forward observation post looking at the earth-shaking artillery fire in the distance through binoculars. He could not take his eyes away. The political commissar comrade who came forward at some point had already arrived beside Malashenko, watching the artillery fire in the distance.
Ask questions.
"Why do you ask so suddenly?"
Malashenko was a little surprised when he suddenly heard the words, and looked back at Comrade Political Commissar with a little surprise.
"Nothing, just ask casually."
"..."
Looking at Comrade Political Commissar's normal expression that didn't seem to have changed much, Malashenko quickly gave a reply after thinking for a moment.
"Of course, which large-scale attack did I not personally lead? It is not my style to sit quietly in the headquarters. The fire and smoke is my destination. This kind of peaceful and calm place is not suitable for my wild personality.
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Malashenko spoke eloquently with a smile on his face, and the political commissar who was also amused by Malashenko's answer couldn't help but reply.
"If this continues, what are you going to do when the war is over? There will be no more wars at that time. Wouldn't you be going crazy?"
"The war is over?"
Comrade Political Commissar's casual words brought back a trace of Malashenko's distant memory.
Yes, the war will end, and it is not far away, it won't be long.
Now, from the beginning, I just wanted to save my life, from the cruel defeat in 1941, I struggled to survive bit by bit. Now, Malashenko suddenly found that he seemed to have adapted to the smell of gunfire and gunpowder smoke on the front line.
I spent the whole day fighting the Germans with my head in my waistband.
If he suddenly returned to normal life from the war, Malashenko asked himself that he might not be able to adapt quickly.
This is not to say that I love war and hate peace, but that people like me who have already adapted to cruel war will feel idle when they suddenly return to normal ordinary life, as if they are in another world.
What should I do every day at that time?
Malashenko couldn't help but start thinking.
Like a charterer, go down to the army every day for a walk and check, and be lectured by the leader? After you have nothing to do, you can go home and do something with your beautiful wife that you both like to do? Isn't this a bit too routine? Is it a habit?
Having escaped the violence and debauchery of war, will I be able to return to this kind of life and adapt to it?
If it were before time travel, Lin Jie in his previous life could only smile when faced with such a problem, thinking that the person who asked this question was a fool. Are there still people who don't want to live a peaceful life and want to go to the battlefield all day long to risk their lives?
But...sometimes things are so special and ironic. Unless you are personally there, you have no way of knowing what kind of situation the person involved has encountered and what kind of difficulties he is facing in his heart.
"..."
Comrade Political Commissar's unintentional question aroused Malashenko's thoughts. Malashenko, who didn't know what he was thinking specifically, felt that his thoughts were confused. This was not suitable for a senior commander before a battle.
status.
Realizing this situation, Malashenko quickly adjusted his thoughts, smoothed out the fluctuations, and returned to normal. He soon returned to his normal expression and spoke seriously to his comrade, the political commissar.
"At that time, I will try my best to adapt to return to normal life, to be a real ordinary person, and lose the halo of the hero and the trivial matters. Live the life I should live, live the life I want to live, and try my best to live the life I should live.
Make it up to those who love me and those I love.”
Malashenko is actually a person who longs for a peaceful and ordinary life in his heart. In reality, he does not want to do anything earth-shattering. He just wants to run his own small world well, just like thousands of ordinary people.
The Red Army soldiers are the same, ordinary but different, shrouded in the halo of honor of Soviet heroes and tank heroes, shining brightly.
The political commissar comrade who has been with Malashenko day and night for so long has understood this a long time ago, so he is asking this question now.
To be honest, Malashenko's answer did not surprise Comrade Political Commissar, but it made Comrade Political Commissar feel more or less gratified and satisfied.
These simple and ordinary words prove that Malashenko has not been swallowed up by this extremely cruel war and is still maintaining himself.
This young hero, who is surrounded by glory and halo, still yearns for peace, tranquility, and a peaceful and comfortable life that belongs to him. This is the political commissar who has been guiding Malashenko on the right path.
The ultimate outcome that comrades hope for.
"Don't forget what you say now, and don't forget your current heart and thoughts. You need to walk the road in the future by yourself. There will eventually be a day when you have to be alone and need to protect the people behind you. You are my door.
Disciple, live well and don’t embarrass me! Let people still remember when they see you that you are the disciple led by Petrov."
Comrade Political Commissar said something like this for the first time. Malashenko, who was still hearing the roar of gunfire in his ears, felt as clear as a mirror and sober. Hearing such words has always been Malashenko's inner expectation.
"How many years have you finally admitted that you are my master? I thought you, a bad old man, would never say this until you die."
It was rare for Malashenko to have the opportunity to chat amidst the roar of artillery fire while the earth was shaking. The time also flew by while chatting with each other, and soon it was time to start taking action.
when.
"It's getting late. I'll leave it to you. I'll pack up my things and get ready to board the car. After this battle, we can have a good rest. Ah, I swear I will sleep well all day long. You
You don’t know that my bones are almost falling apart these days.”
Malashenko, who rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the time on his watch, was ready to take action, leaving the final matters at the division to the political commissar to take over on his behalf, as always.
The Iushkin brothers had already started the car and were ready to set off. They were just waiting for their comrade, the car commander, to come and give the final order.
Political Commissar Petrov, who was aware of this situation, also raised his hand and looked at his watch and found that there were less than ten minutes left before the scheduled one-hour artillery preparations were completed. It was indeed time for Malashenko to pack up and set off.
"Remember not to overdo it. As long as you kill that group of SS soldiers, the remaining Wehrmacht troops will be worth mentioning. Remember this, don't expand the battlefield beyond control."
Comrade Comrade Political Commissar was familiar with Malashenko's agitated and violent character when fighting, and reminded him at the last moment before departure. Comrade Ma had already walked to the door with his tank cap and submachine gun, leaving only a silhouette of his back and no head.
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"Don't worry, wait for me to come back, it won't be long!"