Chapter 1091 The Conqueror of Destiny

Malachenko was a little confused about why the 9th Guards Airborne Division had to wait for him to arrive before launching the attack, and he kept thinking about this question on the way.

It was not until the car drove into the troop station of the 9th Guards Airborne Division and saw with his own eyes what the soldiers who were high-spirited but traumatized by the war looked like that Malachenko finally understood the reason.

"The telegram didn't say that the casualties of the 9th Guards Airborne Division would be so heavy. From the time we drove in until now, I have seen at least more than 30 soldiers with bandages on their bodies holding weapons and maintaining combat positions, and some even had one eye bandaged! Has it reached the point where the wounded must go on the field? What was the battle like yesterday?"

Malachenko, who witnessed the scene outside the parking spaces in front of him, couldn't help but speak out his thoughts. Political Commissar Petrov, who was sitting next to him, shook his head slowly. To be honest, even Political Commissar Petrov himself was unexpected for such tragic casualties.

"If you see an infantry division sending even the wounded to the front, it's either that the division's fighting spirit and morale are so high that even the wounded soldiers are willing to fight. As long as they can stand up and run, hear and see, and hold a gun, they must go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and fight to the death with their opponents."

"Or, the casualties of this division are really so great that more than half of them have been lost, but the existing combat missions are still there and have not been completed. There is no choice but to let the wounded pick up guns and fill in the gaps and participate in the battle. I hope we encounter the former, but if it is the latter, you must be prepared to fight the Germans to the death."

Malachenko just casually said his true thoughts, but he didn't expect that Political Commissar Petrov, who had the same idea, would blurt it out and improve it with details. Almost every word hit his heart and hit the bull's eye.

Turning his head and looking up and down at Political Commissar Petrov in surprise, Malachenko, who wanted to know the reason, blurted it out immediately.

"What a great summary. I didn't think of so many things. Did you analyze it yourself?"

Political Commissar Petrov smiled, glanced at Malashenko, and said without hesitation.

"Cherniayev once summarized it. I'm just repeating the old tune and borrowing it for use. He is a genuine infantry regiment commander who was promoted to a tank division commander. He is an all-round talent. Do you still remember him?"

Political Commissar Petrov said a name that he was very familiar with but seemed very old. For Malashenko, this name seemed like yesterday but seemed unattainable.

Malashenko, who opened the door of memories again, finally remembered that the man with this name was the first division commander comrade he traveled to this world. He was the first man who promoted him to the position of company commander on the battlefield. He was also his first mentor.

It's a pity that he is the same as most of the brave and fearless grassroots commanders and fighters in the Red Army.

Colonel Cherniaev died in the most difficult period of 1941, in the city of Kiev, Ukraine, on the southern front, and died for his country. Only Political Commissar Petrov paid the price of an arm there, and luckily saved his life. He was promoted and worked in the Ministry of Internal Affairs for a while, until he met me again and the story that continues to this day happened.

Fate plays tricks on people. The little car commander who was promoted to the position of company commander is now a colonel commander like the division commander of the year, only one step away from being a general, and he has been awarded the title of Soviet hero and tank hero and has attracted much attention.

It seems that the hard journey has been extremely long in the purgatory-like war, but as long as he thinks of all this, Malashenko, whose memory is becoming clearer, feels as if it were yesterday.

Suddenly, in Prokhorovka, the old things were brought up again, and the name of Colonel Cherniaev was mentioned inadvertently. Is this a hint of fate that has some unspeakable omen? Or is it just coincidence?

They both have the rank of colonel, they are in an imminent fierce battle, and it just so happens that the old story is brought up at this time

Malachenko feels that every communist fighter should be a true materialist. There is no predetermined fate, only a tomorrow that is fought for. The truth and the struggles of countless communist fighters in the past, present, and even in the future all silently illustrate this point.

It's like if there is really a destiny, the red flag of communism should not even replace the double-headed eagle flag, let alone the October Revolution, which sent the successful uprising of communism to the exploited and oppressed people all over the world. All of this is the final result of relying on hands to struggle with firm beliefs and believing that everything is not destined.

But think about it from another angle. The fact that I traveled through time is already ridiculous enough. In addition, I even had the incredible experience of being in the "gap between two timelines" before. Is it a bit too fucking ridiculous to say that all this is also materialism?

Malashenko, wavering between truth and fate, was having some wild thoughts. He vaguely felt that the unexpected appearance of the name of the deceased Colonel Cherniaev in this conversation was probably more than just a coincidence. No matter how one looked at it, it all seemed too strange.

"Damn it! After all, it's not just greed for life and fear of death! It's true that the stronger the army, the stronger the strength, and the better the equipment, the more f*cking afraid of death! In 1941, it was either you die or I die. It’s really feeding into the dog’s belly, and the longer it lives, the more cowardly it becomes!”

In a moment of excitement, Malashenko accidentally let out even the Chinese words "elegant and easy-going" 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.

"Nothing, I just think of Commander Chernyaev. If you don't mention the time when he encouraged me and promoted me to company commander, I would have almost forgotten. We must be worthy of him in the next battle. The sacrifice must be like this.”

Malashenko's hasty cover-up was a little 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 or get to the bottom of it. After all, in Political Commissar Petrov’s view, who in the world doesn’t have some secrets and concerns of his own? Human beings are inherently creatures that exist as independent individuals. This is normal and applies to everyone.

Mutual trust between comrades is already the best and best answer to this kind of question. This explanation is for Peter who has underestimated too much, has understood too much, and still believes in too much like the passionate young man. For Political Commissar Luo Fu, this is enough.