"One and a half kilograms of vodka, plus a night of nightmares, huh? Instead of fighting to the death on the battlefield, you can't even sleep well. What a miserable life!"
It is not a good thing to wake up early in the morning and curse. Under normal circumstances, we call this situation "waking up angry".
This situation does occur quite often. For example, our Comrade Ma is in such a state now.
Wearing his tank soldier major general's uniform, standing in front of the mirror, arranging his clothes and face, Malashenko felt the long-lost comfort of the morning, which was more or less refreshing for this war-torn body.
Feel better.
He raised his head with water droplets on his face and stared at the face in the mirror in front of him. Malashenko, who could no longer remember the last time he looked in the mirror, suddenly felt a little confused.
This period of life, this strange world, everything here does not belong to me. After I woke up, I accidentally traveled to this ghost place that no one wants to come to! I was involved in this human war.
During the largest ground conflict in history, he became one of the millions of soldiers who fought bloody battles on the battlefield.
So far, I have experienced so much, and I have put in hardships and efforts that I could never have imagined in the past. So what can I get in the end? What can I get in exchange?
There are clear rewards for playing games and completing tasks, but right now, Malashenko feels like he can’t see the end of the road ahead, and he doesn’t know where he will go in the future.
"I just want to live an ordinary life, a normal life! Which bastard brought me to a place like this that no one wants to come to? What if I wake up and find me lying in a hotel looking at the ceiling?
, I can wake up laughing even in my fucking dreams!”
He was not a serious soldier, but he inherited the complete memory and body of a real soldier.
For Malashenko or Lin Jie, this is a feeling that cannot be accurately described in words.
I am familiar with everything about the war. When I stayed in T34 for the first time, I could perform various operations as smoothly as if I was home. This was all thanks to the previous true owner of this body.
But I am not the real Malashenko, I just inherited this name, this memory, this body, and everything related to this existence, that's all.
Dual memories intertwined and conflicted in his mind. Malashenko didn't even know how to describe this scene where when he thought of the past, he could think of two parallel memories and experiences at the same time.
There are colorful memories of playing the FC game console, drinking orange soda, and taking pictures of cartoon cards. There are also memories of not knowing who your parents are, and having no real reliable brothers. I only have similar experiences, having neither parents, and being surrounded by people of the same age.
The children ridiculed Natalia as the "white bastard" and accompanied each other through their gray childhood.
This body is a body that has experienced battles, strong and tall, but the real self is a layman who loves dragons and has never been a soldier.
While he loves those roaring war machines that real men would fall in love with, he also feels lost because of the environment he is in and the experiences he is experiencing, because this is not his life path in the first place.
"Who am I? What am I doing? I'm really fed up with this damn, endless war day after day!"
Human beings are such strange creatures who are constantly struggling in the whirlpool of contradictions and trying to find their true self. Even if they feel helpless and helpless, they will still pick themselves up after venting and choose to continue walking.
There is a saying that this situation is called "men's responsibility".
Malashenko didn't know if he fit this description or situation, but when the door of the room was finally opened again after it was closed last night.
What appears in the eyes of passers-by in the corridor is still the tank hero who is over 1.9 meters tall, with a figure as big as an iron tower, and a resolute expression like the one in the Red Army propaganda posters. It is still the well-known and widely praised Maraschin.
division.
"Ah, my head hurts so much, my brother. What about you? How was your sleep last night? Your face seems to be much better than mine."
Comrade Kotin, who drank just as much as Malashenko last night, did not go to work this morning. At least he is not working now. Maybe he will go to the workshop below later to see the production situation.
The smell of alcohol is not suitable for hosting a meeting, so let's wait until the afternoon.
Malashenko, who was sitting next to Kotin in the public cafeteria, took a spoon and scooped out the most common workers' meals on the plate in front of him. He ate it with relish while replying to Kotin.
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"Same as you, my head has just been repaired from a cracked state with glue."
"But the food treatment here is really good. The basic workers' breakfast is milk and oatmeal porridge. It's almost as good as ours on the front line."
Malashenko was speaking matter-of-factly, and Kotin on the side just smiled a little when he heard this.
"Don't envy the good food here. This is what the comrades workers deserve."
"You fought bloody battles on the front line of the war, going through life and death, but behind, right here, in this city of tanks, is a battlefield without gunpowder smoke. The workers work hard every day, day and night, and the machines are constantly spinning and scrapped in three batches.
But the people are still the same people as before, those old faces are still the skilled workers who are most loyal to the motherland."
"As the person who leads them, I can't give them too many things and guarantees, such as a delicious hot meal, a relaxing hot bath after working for more than ten hours, and a bed wide enough to sleep peacefully.
A bed, that’s all I can do.”
"They deserve and deserve to have this food on their plate, and this is something we would risk our lives to keep."
Being able to speak eloquently is a skill of words, but Malashenko does not deny that what Kotin said is the correct fact.
What are the benefits that workers should enjoy?
This is how workers should be treated!
They are not inferior people with smelly sweat and dirty jobs doing menial work. They are never inferior to others and should not be looked down upon, looked down upon or even insulted in any form or by any means.
Like the Red Army soldiers who fought bloody battles on the front line, they are also soldiers fighting on the front to defend the motherland. They are living heroes who have made selfless sacrifices one after another, and are the builders and defenders of the motherland.
Maybe he will forget many things as he gets older in the second half of his life after traveling through time travel, but now, Malashenko is sure that there is one thing that he will never forget.
Those comrades workers who fight on the front line of dedication to the country, no matter when and where they are, will always deserve the respect of anyone, even from a general or a marshal.