Chapter 784 I, Marashenko... Forget it, it's delicious!
Perhaps, Anya is like the star-chasing girls of later generations, who will forget about herself as soon as the novelty and popularity wears off after a few months. If this is the case, it can be said to be the best outcome.
During the past few days when Malashenko was lying down in the hospital and being cared for by Anya's meticulous care alone, he did comfort himself with such thoughts.
Malashenko didn't think there was anything wrong with his carefree life of eating, opening his mouth, and stretching out his hands. However, on the contrary, he made Anya, the little girl who served Malashenko all day long, as happy as a cheerful bird.
, it seems that being able to personally serve Comrade Leader is the greatest happiness.
In the last second, Malashenko was still hinting in his mind that it was important to save his life. If his life was lost, it would have no meaning in this shit world. At most, it would be in some corner of the Soviet archives in later generations.
His name will be recorded in one stroke, and his name and column may be searchable on Wikipedia, but this is not the result Malashenko wants.
But when the concept of fighting to stay alive collided fiercely with the real reality in front of him, the man who revolved around him all day long liked to tell himself stories about his hometown, so as not to make his ordinary life feel too boring.
The little girl fell on the floor a few meters away.
Malashenko, who swore that he would rush to a safe place outside the house, hesitated for a few tenths of a second and finally changed his direction and ran towards Anya who was lying on the ground.
The purpose of living is to be worthy of this little life of your own, and to be worthy of the last body owner who entrusted everything and his lover to you.
The reason for saving Anya and leaving here is to live up to her own conscience. Even though conscience will become a burden and burden for survival at critical moments, Malashenko, who is kind-hearted, asks himself that he still doesn’t want to abandon Anya and ignore her.
The little girl who couldn't finish talking when she saw herself, with stars in her eyes, died in this chaotic ghost place.
"This little girl definitely got into a fight with me. After saving her once, there will be a second time. I am really convinced!"
He kept complaining, but Malashenko, who was very honest, ran all the way to Anya's side at an amazing speed. He picked up her slender body and put her into his arms regardless of anything else.
He rushed out like he was holding a few cannonballs in his arms.
Although Malashenko thought to himself that he had run as fast as he could to save people, an unpredictable and terrible situation still occurred in less than ten seconds that was wasted.
A Stuka flying in from nowhere was shot down by a Soviet 85mm anti-aircraft gun. The entire right wing was instantly broken into three pieces. It caught fire on the spot and screamed strangely before falling straight down.
Malashenko, who was extremely unlucky, followed the direction of the strange scream and looked up at the sky outside the window. He saw a Stuka with fire and black smoke heading straight towards the small building where the hospital is located.
It hit, and the scene in front of us, which was less than one kilometer away, was enough to scare anyone who was not mentally prepared to the point of being knocked out of their wits.
"I'll fuck you!!!"
An angry national curse echoed in the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, but at this time, no one cared about what the comrade leader was shouting, including those who were obviously too frightened when being held in his arms.
Anya.
Malashenko, who did not dare to pause even a moment while running away, almost hit his head directly and forced open the hospital door.
In the moment when he didn't have time to look back, Malashenko could almost feel the burning heat of the Stuka, which was at most a few meters above his back, and the smell of aviation fuel in the air mixed with little sparks.
Extremely pungent.
In the blink of an eye, when time stopped and resumed its flow, Malashenko, who concentrated all his strength on his legs, flew forward like a spring pressed to the limit and jumped out with Anya in his arms.
The most fortunate of all.
A real man never looks back to see the explosion and the scene where the hero saves the beauty. The Stuka, which was almost dead, smashed into the second floor of the hospital and was inserted into the building, did not explode on the spot.
The bomb rack under the belly of the aircraft was empty. It was probably that the "Meyer's French Sausage" he had brought had been thrown away before it was shot down by anti-aircraft fire.
The burning aviation fuel that flowed out along the broken section of the wing quickly began to spread the fire on the second floor of the hospital, but there should be enough remaining time to escape before the fire burned through the entire building. After all, the second to third floors are
Most of the people had already finished running, and now only the first floor was left. Some people who had not had time to run out had already rushed to the door.
Malashenko had no mood or extra time to care about the scene of the burning building behind him, because at this moment he was facing an embarrassing situation that he had never encountered before.
Anya, whose life was saved by Malashenko, was pinned under our comrade leader.
Malashenko, who was holding his hands on the ground and fell into a brain short-circuit state, looked at Anya in front of him who had also come to his senses and was in a brain short-circuit state. His two pairs of eyes looked at you in a very strange state without even blinking.
Look at me, I look at you.
The two young faces with not much age difference could even feel each other's rapid breathing, and the distance between them was less than twenty centimeters at most.
"Uh...well, comrade leader, I...Should I avoid it now...Also, the hospital is on fire, should we do something? Right now, there are still people above our heads.
I'm scared of German planes, I'm serious."
Kalachev didn't lie. He was really scared and panicked. Even when he spoke, he stumbled and cried, just shy of peeing his pants.
Legend has it that in England in the 1800s, there was an evil vampire with blond hair called Cholera. Later, he evolved the special ability to stop time for a few seconds.
If possible, Malashenko would also like to have this ability, even just once.
Any man with a strong desire to conquer cannot escape the law of "true fragrance" that is attracted by beautiful women, and Malashenko, who always likes to physically conquer German sticks on the battlefield, is no exception. Even though the former Malashenko has repeatedly been in his heart
He denied his relationship with Anya and tried to erase the existence of this little girl from his heart.
But Anya, who had flung off her nurse's cap, was lying flat on the ground with her blond hair spread out and her cheeks slightly red. It was so damn "smells"!
Malashenko, who is so fragrant that he prides himself on his strong willpower, really wants the entire world's time to pause for a few seconds so that he can watch it for a while longer and remember this moment firmly in his heart so as not to forget it.
Also, Malashenko, who gave up his unrealistic thoughts and got up from the ground and returned to normal, the first thing he wanted to do was to punch Karachev, a bastard who ruined his own good. Although