Chapter 1083 As Long as We Remember, They Are Still Alive

The food in the lunch box was mixed with a spoon, and the aroma of meat came out. He scooped up a piece of soft and fragrant beef mixed with stewed potatoes of moderate hardness and put it into his mouth. There was a faint spicy taste in the lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, which did not cover up the aroma of the beef while making it more delicious, enough to make people feel that it was quite memorable.

It was undoubtedly a great fortune to be able to eat such delicious food on the battlefield where the enemy's corpse was still smoking. Malashenko chewed the soft beef in his mouth and couldn't help but smile. Major Valosha, who was sitting opposite the table and eating face to face, just saw this scene.

"What's wrong? Comrade Brigade Commander, why did you suddenly smile?"

Malashenko said nothing, but continued to scoop up another piece of beef with the spoon and put it into his mouth. After chewing it slowly, he replied to Major Valosha who still had questions.

"What can you taste from this beef? Valosha."

Although he is the same age as Malashenko, Major Valosha's respect and admiration for Malashenko is from the heart.

From ancient times to the present, any strong army on the earth has an irrefutable habit of respecting the strong.

If an armed violent group that can make the enemy tremble does not worship the strong and likes sissy, it is called putting the cart before the horse and it is impossible to happen. ׺°"˜˜`"°º×

So even if Malashenko is deliberately keeping it a secret, Major Valosha still subconsciously believes that Comrade Brigade Commander is trying to teach him experience and unknown knowledge, and he must learn humbly and listen attentively.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Comrade Brigade Commander, I just think this beef is really delicious, and I am a little ashamed"

Major Valosha can say this, which is exactly what Malashenko wants.

In other words, if Major Valosha didn't answer like this, it would be a bit unexpected for Malashenko, and he would even have to think about how to respond to Major Valosha's words.

But fortunately, all this did not happen, and Malashenko could still say what he had prepared long ago.

"Two years ago, our motherland was just invaded and trampled by the Germans."

"Our outposts were destroyed, the airport was razed to the ground, and the soldiers didn't even know what was happening in the midst of the artillery fire, and they lost their lives in the sudden attack of the Germans."

"The war is spreading to our hometown, and the German attack seems unstoppable. Ukraine was occupied by the invaders, and we lost our granary. The soldiers' food is getting worse day by day. At first, they could eat good bread, but later even the bread was mixed with things that were not edible. Don't even think about meat and milk. Sometimes they can't even drink water.

While talking, he scooped up another spoonful of beef soup and put it into his mouth. Feeling the soul-stirring and refreshing meat aroma, Malashenko couldn't help but recall his own The days when I ate rat meat in Leningrad.

The feeling at that time is really hard to describe today. Rat meat, which was terrible, full of germs and should not be served as a staple food for humans, became a delicacy that was out of reach in Leningrad under the blockade.

That meal of rat meat was probably the most unforgettable food that Malashenko had ever eaten. It is hard to imagine how much time and energy those hungry women and children spent to catch enough rats to feed a group of big and strong tank soldiers, and then cook them and send them over.

The mother of a child who suffered from malnutrition and night blindness in Stalingrad gave two candies to a thin little girl who was less than half a person tall and was a guard of the motherland as a treasured treasure.

Food has no feelings and cannot speak, but this is it. This kind of thing is necessary for any life in the world, but it tells the world about this great Patriotic War in a silent and simple way.

Malashenko, holding a soup spoon in his hand, inexplicably had some tears in his eyes as he recalled all kinds of thoughts.

I have lost a lot and gained a lot along the way, but the most precious wealth is to witness this great history that deserves to be praised and remembered by all people with justice.

Even if a group of beasts in the distant future attempt to tamper with, subvert, and discredit this history, and erase the red flag planted in the heart of evil forever, or even replace it with the blue and white flag that is stained by ugliness, try to tamper with history and subvert people's memories of justice in the past.

But just like all the people on this planet who rose up and bravely resisted the evil invaders Like a great nation, the glorious and great history will always be passed on and remembered by descendants with justice.

No matter where in the world, across borders, or with different skin colors, no matter how far the human era has developed, or how great a triumphant song has been played, even to the point of spreading the name of mankind throughout the galaxy and the Milky Way.

There will always be a group of people who still remember the group of defenders of the motherland named the Red Army, who fought on battlefields in different parts of the world and in different places. They also used their lives to protect everything they should protect, fulfilled the oath under the red flag, and gave everything they had for the great ideal of communism.

Even if a Red Army soldier falls, there will be another brave and resolute soldier carrying a red flag, who will continue to bravely move forward and cut through the waves on the thorny road surrounded by the enemy.

As long as we remember, they are still alive.

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Major Valosha noticed the slight change in Malashenko's eyes, but he did not interrupt the brigade commander's thoughts.

Major Valosha felt that if the brigade commander felt it necessary to tell him something, he would get the answer without waiting for him to speak. What happened next was exactly what Major Valosha thought.

"It's different now, Varosha. Look at the food we eat now. Two years ago, even last year, in Stalingrad where we fought together, I wouldn't have dared to dream of having such a delicious meal!"

"What does this show, Varosha? This shows that we are turning the tide. Our rear area can already allow the soldiers defending the motherland on the front line to eat such delicious and tasty food. Our enemies are retreating! They are spitting out everything they have plundered from us bit by bit. If they don't want to spit it out, we will beat them until they spit it out!"

"Not only do we have to make them spit it out, one day we will return the pain they have inflicted on us tenfold or a hundredfold! There is no mercy in the eyes of those murderous demons. Only fists and blood can make them feel fear and repent of their crimes. It doesn't make sense in front of them. This group of scum only recognizes this! Nothing else!"