Chapter 1134 Demon King

Malachenko anticipated that Political Commissar Petrov would be ill, but the naive Malachenko always thought that Political Commissar Petrov was suffering from a stomach disease or appendicitis at most.

It was really painful, and it would not be cured in a short time, but Malachenko had never thought of equating the Political Commissar with cancer. Karachev's answer was like a bolt from the blue, and Malachenko was stunned on the spot.

Pancreatic cancer is the most powerful of many types of cancer.

Because symptoms and diagnosis are often in the late stage, there is no effective means of early diagnosis even in the 21st century. After the onset of the disease, in most cases, the symptoms of cancer cell metastasis have already appeared, which is equivalent to issuing a final death sentence. Therefore, the probability of patients diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer surviving for more than five years is less than one percent.

Yes, it is one percent, which is not as high as the probability of "getting another bottle" when buying a bottle of beverage in the future.

Because of this extremely high mortality rate, pancreatic cancer has rightfully ascended to the throne of the strongest among all cancer subtypes, and has been dubbed the "king of cancer" by medical scientists in the 21st century.

Medical scientists from all over the world generally believe that once a person is diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, the next thing to consider is often not how to recover and return to a normal life. Instead, it is how to live every day of the rest of your life without taking chances. For details, please refer to Helen Keller's "Three Days of Light".

Every day of the rest of your life must be cherished as the last day of this life.

For a long time, Malashenko has always felt that Comrade Political Commissar is very healthy. He is the kind of person with a strong body among his peers, and has nothing to do with the old man who is dying.

Political Commissar Petrov survived the Battle of Kiev in 1941 and survived the coldest winter under the city of Moscow with himself. Standing like a rock amidst the storms and turmoil of the Germans, what reason does such a man have not to witness the arrival of the great victory day with his own eyes?

But he suffered from such a devastating terminal disease that could make his remaining life count by the days.

Malashenko stood there and shook his body for a full half minute. It was hard to say what he was thinking about, but his mind was definitely not blank. His expressionless face, as if his soul had left his body, really frightened Karachev, who thought he had made a big mess, so much that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Will the brigade commander go berserk on the spot? What action will he take against him? Will he pin him to the ground and beat him up or even shoot him directly?

Karachev, who had already started to have wild thoughts in his mind, didn't dare to speak at all, let alone move his feet to leave.

The awkward and silent scene lasted for a while as if time had stopped. Malashenko, who seemed to have flown back to his body from afar, suddenly came to his senses. He grabbed Karachev's collar in an instant, grabbed his clothes and asked him questions face to face.

"How do you know it's pancreatic cancer? Huh!? Do you have equipment? Do you have instruments? Do you have experience in diagnosing cancer? You have nothing. Why do you say that Comrade Political Commissar has pancreatic cancer? And you prescribed him random medicine! If you can't explain it, I'll send you to trial!"

Karachev guessed one thing right. Hearing this thunderbolt news, Malashenko did run away on the spot and went crazy instantly.

Karachev, who was grabbed by the collar, felt that he was a little out of breath, his feet were floating in the air, and he couldn't even stand on the ground.

You should know that Karachev is only 1.7 meters tall, less than 1.8 meters tall. In front of Malashenko, who is more than 1.9 meters tall and not suitable for being a tank soldier, it is just like a chicken against an eagle.

Malashenko, who has great hand strength, has been able to do not lose the upper hand in the past several close battles with the German army. Even without professional infantry assassination training, he can rely on his tall body and brute force to knock down one German after another to the ground, staring at the sky and gasping for breath.

Karachev, not to mention that he has not received any military training, he is often out of breath when he is doing things with his girlfriend who is still in the United States. After finishing, he has to lean on the bed and smoke two cigarettes, and preferably drink a glass of beer to recover.

Such a sharp physical comparison is not on the same level at all, which is even more excessive than Malashenko driving an IS6 to beat up the second kid.

Karachev instinctively grabbed Malashenko's hands to indicate that he couldn't breathe, but Malashenko, who seemed like a different person, almost lost his mind. This is a kind of reality that one knows that he is facing a cruel fact, but psychological suggestion still dominates his strong will and is unwilling to face and admit.

Malashenko hopes to get self-salvation through Karachev's words, that is, the news that Political Commissar Petrov is safe and sound.

But in essence, all this can only be Malashenko's wishful thinking in the end. The truth that objective facts are not subject to people's subjective will has remained unchanged since ancient times.

"Put him down, Malashenko!"

Political Commissar Petrov rarely calls Malashenko by name in public, and in most cases he calls him Comrade Brigade Commander. Even though Political Commissar Petrov has the longest seniority and the most experience in the entire Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, in the hearts of the majority of soldiers, officers and soldiers, and political workers, he is always positive and tall, with almost no negative reviews.

But Political Commissar Petrov never uses these as his capital to show off. Malashenko's future is destined to be brighter and go further than his own. Political Commissar Petrov firmly believes in this and puts himself in the position of Malashenko's guide and pathfinder.

Let the soldiers know that Malashenko is the core of the entire collective. Everyone is a brave Red Army soldier who unites around Comrade Brigade Commander, fights under the red flag, and sacrifices his life to defend the motherland.

This is the creed that Political Commissar Petrov has been adhering to for a long time, and he has done so in actual actions. The image of being the most capable assistant and right-hand man of Comrade Brigade Commander has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But today, here, in front of Karachev and many soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.

Political Commissar Petrov broke the rules and called out Malashenko's name, replacing the title of Comrade Brigade Commander.

But even Political Commissar Petrov, who thought he was mentally prepared, did not expect that Malashenko's expression when he turned his head would make him stand still on the spot.