Chapter 1262 Lovers' Law

Malashenko, who was on the road again, moved very fast in pursuit of the ultimate speed. The King Tiger, which had been confirmed to exist, was indeed a big problem, but if he was scared and stopped three times because of this thing, he would not be a man.

It can only be said that more forward reconnaissance troops should be sent to explore the situation in front and communicate in time. The tasks that should be completed should not be neglected at all.

"The new heavy tanks of the Germans are interesting and hope to be a little challenging. It is better not to be so fragile and vulnerable."

In non-wartime, many tank soldiers are unwilling to stay in the car. Although the car with the engine continuously emitting high temperature is indeed warmer in such severe cold weather, the strong smell of sweat, fart, foot, gunpowder and diesel volatiles is really not very pleasant. Even sticking your head out of the car to blow the cold wind is better than this.

Just like in the No. 177 IS4 division commander's command vehicle, Malashenko and Iushkin drooped half of their bodies outside the turret to look at the scenery, and brag and talk about the mountains when they were free.

"Do you hope that the German tanks are more challenging and more difficult to deal with?"

In the face of Iushkin's words that were full of war, Malashenko asked casually with a sharpened stick in his mouth as a toothpick.

"Of course, I can't find a sense of accomplishment in those second- and third-rate trash enemies, just like the warriors in ancient times, the more powerful the enemy they conquer, the higher the glory. Although the times have changed, this principle is still the same for soldiers."

Iushkin is right, it is an eternal truth that the army only worships the strong.

As the army with the strongest combat power in a country, if it doesn't even have the habit of worshipping the strong, there is no need to say what this army will look like when it goes to the battlefield. But Malashenko always felt that these words coming out of Iushkin's mouth did have a different flavor.

"You transferred your anger and resentment?"

Malashenko asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

Iushkin was puzzled when he heard this.

"I mean, you transferred all your resentment and anger towards me to those Germans?"

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Iushkin didn't say anything for a long time after hearing what Malashenko said. He didn't know whether he was deliberately not saying anything or didn't know when to say something. However, Malashenko, who turned his head and glanced at Iushkin's silent eyes, already had the answer.

"It seems that I was right. Those Germans are unlucky enough to have to endure the unreasonable anger of the strongest gunner of our Stalin Guards First Tank Division. They are a group of pitiful and hateful bastards.

To say that Malashenko is being sarcastic here is not true. It cannot be said completely.

Although this sentence has a different taste, fortunately Iushkin can hear what Malashenko is hinting at and referring to.

"I have never hated you or blamed you. I just don't know how to face such a situation. It's as if I completely lost Kirill overnight. The feeling of emptiness in my heart and the change of the loader position really make me feel a little scared. I don't know why. "

After such a long time, Iushkin is finally willing to confide in front of Malashenko and tell the truth. This answer is not much different from Malashenko's earlier guesses and expectations.

"You are afraid of losing Kirill, not because you are afraid that he will leave you temporarily, but because you are worried that he will encounter an accident in a place you can't see, just like the law of lovers. "

"Law of Lovers?"

Iushkin was full of questions. He didn't understand how two grown men could be related to lovers.

"Yes, it's the law of lovers."

As he spoke, Malashenko took out two cigarettes from his cigarette box and handed one of them to Iushkin. The meaning of "smoking and chatting" was already very obvious.

"This is not something I concluded, but it was concluded by those neurotic and shitty Western philosophers, but it does make sense."

Malashenko, who had lit a cigarette, continued to speak, and Iushkin, who had just lit it, pricked up his ears and listened carefully. The conversation continued under such circumstances.

"Lovers in love are inseparable and wish to be with each other all the time. Once one of them is out of the other's sight and leaves temporarily, both of them will miss each other until they meet again next time. If they separate again and repeat this process, only by not separating can the problem be completely solved. ”

“You worry about Kirill all day, and Kirill is also worried about you and our comrades in this car. You say, isn’t this the law of lovers?”

For Iushkin, who has never been in love, Malashenko’s words are indeed worth pondering, but the driver obviously has no intention of stopping there.

“It is better to accept reality earlier than to keep your head in the memories of the past. People always have to look forward. Besides, Kirill is not far away from you. You can see him anytime you want. Don’t treat Artyom as an enemy with a bitter face all day long. He doesn’t owe you anything. Why suffer this grievance? Do you think this is fair to Artyom?”

Malashenko, who is getting better and better at talking, accurately hits Iushkin’s Achilles’ heel. With just a few simple words, Iushkin, a stubborn guy, starts to think about life on the spot.

"We are a group, not fighting alone. Artyom is a new member of our group. Learn to accept him. You don't want to appear incompetent in front of the Germans, right?"

Before Malashenko finished speaking, there was a sudden roar of steel from the sky behind him.

A six-plane formation of Il-2 attack aircraft flew low from the rear and passed overhead. The roar of the wings resounded throughout the sky above the marching team.

The soldiers sitting on the tanks and trucks raised their hands and shouted, waving at the aircraft. The Il-2 attack aircraft of the six-plane formation also seemed to have received the signal. They manually changed the level flight posture and made a large rolling maneuver in response. Such a scene was rare to Malashenko, who was also looking up at the sky.

"You're right, comrade commander. Times have changed after all."

Hearing Ivushkin's obvious "double entendre", Malashenko, knowing that the boy had already let go of his knot, just smiled faintly.

"Yes, times have changed, no matter what aspect."