Chapter 1311 Waiting for the War to End

"I know all this. Tell the political commissar that I'm waiting here. If you have anything to say, you can talk to him alone.

After lighting himself, Malashenko put on the German lighter that he had never changed. He breathed out a breath of fairy air and seemed to be thinking about something.

Kurbalov, who saw this scene, said nothing more. He nodded to Malashenko and left. Malashenko was left sitting casually on the earthen wall of the trench, holding a cigarette in his hand and looking at the prisoners being escorted and the scene of cleaning the battlefield in front of him. His eyes were fixed and a little lost.

"Why do you look like this? Don't you have a good show to show me? "

Malachenko has many good brothers, and Iushkin is the most talkative one among them.

To use Malachenko's words to Political Commissar Petrov, this kid can't keep things to himself.

If people are used to sticking notes on their faces, he will definitely write what he wants to say on a note and paste it on his face, especially when he is with people who are close to him.

In the distant 21st century, a sincere person like Iushkin will definitely be cheated if he dares to step into society. He may even be cheated so badly that he will be chewed into bones and flesh, without even a slag left. I can't say anything, there are all kinds of real cases, and you can find a lot of them.

Only a painful social beating and being cheated can make such people understand where they are wrong, but it cannot be ruled out that there is hatred or even the possibility of revenge.

But among the people around him, among his comrades and comrades, Malashenko likes Ivushkin's character very much. Various real experiences imprinted in the memory of the distant future are silently telling Malashenko that such pure-minded people are often the true brothers you deserve to spend your life with.

The army is also It is a society, and where there are people, there must be various circles and rivers and lakes of different sizes.

For Ivushkin, who is special to him, Malashenko only wants to say that as long as he is still in a high position, he will not let those black claws reach out to his good brother, to pit him, poison him, or even treat him as a sacrifice and a tool to manipulate and play with him at will.

Does it sound a bit corny?

But it is often the heart-to-heart feelings between men that are the most real, without any redundant impurities. To describe it in a more middle-aged way, it is "Everyone has someone they want to protect."

Iushkin is just such a person for Malashenko, a unique and special existence, or Malashenko just wants to protect this pure heart from being poisoned and harmed by the dark side and dark things that exist in any era.

Real thoughts are sometimes so simple.

Malashenko, who had been "thinking wildly" in his mind, held a cigarette in his hand and turned his head to look at Iushkin. Such an expression made Iushkin, who was just chatting, a little at a loss.

"Did I say something wrong? You, uh, don't look right."

Malashenko smiled and just shook his head, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette box for generals in his hand and handed it to Iushkin.

"I found that you have become a little handsome and mature recently. Why, don't you think about dating a good girl? "

If it had been the past, Iushkin might have blushed and felt embarrassed if he suddenly heard this, or even stammered and couldn't say anything.

But because of some in-depth exchanges with the "university lover" Kirill, Iushkin, who has never been in a relationship, can be more open-minded about some things.

"It's impossible, at least not now."

Iushkin reached out to take the cigarette handed over by Malashenko, and after slowly turning his fingertips around, he answered with a little thought.

"After Nikolai left, I went to his house the last time I went home on leave. I sent his relics and some other things. It was Comrade Political Commissar who approved my leave. If I remember correctly, you should have been on leave in Moscow for two days at that time, but I only rested for a week, and I returned to the team before you came back. "

Malachenko didn't know about Iushkin's vacation, but it was no big deal.

After all, everyone needs to find an opportunity to change places and take a good rest, and the political commissars who have a clear division of labor have always had the final say on matters of life. Even Malachenko had to report to the political commissar to take a vacation, and then report the leave note to the front headquarters and wait for approval.

Malachenko knew that this was not the point. Iushkin would definitely have something else to say next. This was just a lead at best, so there was no need for him to respond immediately.

"Nikolai's child was very young. I won't talk about the scene at that time. Anyway, you should be able to imagine it."

"The child didn't know how big the incident was. He just stayed by his mother's legs and watched his mother cry. Nikolai's parents are still alive. He has three older sisters and he is the only son in the family. The feeling and the scene after knowing everything are like the end of the world for this family. It's not an exaggeration at all."

"I don't have any other plans. I just hope that when I die on the battlefield, there will be one less person or more people who are so sad. Nikolai's family is more hurt than our comrades. They can only take those cold relics and old military uniforms, medals, and certificates to remember their loved ones. I can't imagine how heartbreaking this is."

"No matter how painful it is for us, Nikolai is the most familiar person living around us, but his family has been waiting for only those things that will only deepen the pain."

I don't know when Ivushkin started to cry while talking, and he was a little emotional. The hand holding the cigarette butt that was about to burn his fingertips was shaking slightly. After a lot of recollection, he could only force the pain of the past to pass by and threw the cigarette butt that could already feel the burning on his hand to the ground.

"First destroy these fascist scums and then think about other things. Now I just want to make those bastards with blood on their hands pay the price. I don't think it's enough to blow up any number of German garbage tin boxes. I will keep fighting until Berlin is crushed into ruins!"

Malachenko originally just wanted to talk about some lighthearted topics, but he didn't expect that Iushkin, who couldn't hide his words, would suddenly express so much bitterness, heartbreak and anger because of a memory that was almost forgotten by time.

Looking at the snowy horizon in the distance, feeling the bleak cold wind blowing across his face.

Malachenko, who was sitting in the trench with Iushkin, grinned, and without thinking, took the initiative to move forward and gently touched his good brother with his shoulder.

"Then let's make it like this. When you get married after the war, I will personally preside over your wedding."

Iushkin wiped his tears and smiled with red eyes, but even with tears, he was full of sincerity.

"Aren't you afraid that I will die in this war? No one knows whether they can live to see the day of victory."

Malachenko curled his lips with disdain, as if he didn't take Ivushkin's words seriously at all.

"You and I are in the same car. If you die, can I still live? The Germans haven't made a shell that can kill me yet."