Chapter 1504 What Will You Do when the War Ends?

"What will you do when the battle starts? Will you lead the troops in person?"

Malachenko was standing in the front observation post, staring at the earth-shaking artillery fire in the distance with a telescope, and the political commissar who came forward at some point had come to Malachenko's side, and asked while watching the artillery fire in the distance.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Malachenko was a little surprised when he heard it, and looked back at the political commissar with a little surprise.

"Nothing, just ask casually."

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Looking at the ordinary expression of the political commissar, who didn't seem to change much, Malachenko quickly gave an answer after thinking for a while.

"Of course, which large-scale attack did I not lead the team in person? It's not my style to sit in the command center honestly. The smoke of artillery fire is my destination. This kind of peaceful and quiet place is not suitable for my wild personality."

Malachenko said with a smile, and the political commissar, who was also amused by Malachenko's answer, couldn't help but reply.

"If it continues like this, what are you going to do when the war ends? There will be no more wars, won't you go crazy?"

"The war is over?"

Commissar's casual remark brought back a distant memory for Malashenko.

Yes, the war will end, and it is not far away, and it won't be long.

Now, I have struggled to survive the cruel defeat in 1941, from the initial desire to save my life. Now, Malashenko suddenly found that he seemed to have adapted to the smell of gunpowder and smoke on the front line, and adapted to the days of fighting the Germans with his head on his belt all day long.

If he suddenly returned to normal life from the war, Malashenko asked himself that he might not be able to adapt quickly.

This is not to say that he loves war and hates peace, but that people like him who have long adapted to cruel wars will feel idle and as if they were in another world when they suddenly return to normal life.

What should I do every day at that time?

Malashenko couldn't help but start thinking.

Like a landlord, go to the troops every day for a walk and inspection, and receive lectures from the leaders? Go home when you have nothing to do, and do something you both love with your beautiful wife? Isn't this a bit too routine? Accustomed to the violence and unruliness of war, can you return to this kind of life and adapt to it?

If it was before the time travel, Lin Jie in his previous life could only laugh when he encountered such a question, thinking that the person asking this question was a fool. Is there anyone who doesn't want to live a peaceful life and wants to fight on the battlefield all day?

But sometimes things are so special and ironic. If you are not in the situation, you can't know what kind of situation the person has encountered and what kind of difficulties he is facing in his heart.

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The unintentional question of the political commissar evoked a lot of thoughts in Malashenko. Malashenko, who didn't know what he was thinking about, felt confused in his thoughts. This was not suitable for a senior commander before the battle.

Realizing this, Malashenko quickly adjusted his thoughts, smoothed out the fluctuations, and returned to normal. He soon regained his normal look and spoke to the political commissar seriously.

"When that time comes, I will try my best to adapt to return to normal life, to be a real ordinary person, to get rid of the aura of heroes and trivialities. Live the life I should live and the life I want to live, and try my best to make up for those who love me and those I love."

Malashenko is actually a person who longs for peace and ordinary life in his heart. The real him does not want to do something earth-shattering, but only wants to manage his own small world, just like thousands of ordinary Red Army soldiers, ordinary but different, with the aura of honor of Soviet heroes and tank heroes, shining.

The political commissar, who has been with Malashenko for so long, understood this a long time ago, so he asked this question now.

To be honest, Malashenko's answer did not surprise the political commissar, but it made the political commissar feel more or less relieved and satisfied.

These simple and ordinary words prove that Malashenko has not been swallowed up by this extremely cruel war and is still maintaining his self.

This young hero, who is covered with glory and halo, still longs for peace, tranquility, and a peaceful and comfortable life that belongs to him. This is exactly the final result that the political commissar who has been guiding Malashenko to the right path hopes for.

"Don't forget what you say now, don't forget your current heart and thoughts. You need to walk the future road by yourself. There will be a day when you must be independent and need you to protect the people behind you. You are my last disciple. Live well and don't embarrass me! Let people remember that this is the apprentice brought up by Petrov when they see you."

This is the first time that the political commissar has said something like this. Malashenko, who is still hearing the roar of artillery fire, is clear as a mirror and sober. Hearing such words has always been Malashenko's inner expectation.

"You finally admit that you are my master. It's been a few years? I thought you, an old man, would never say this until you die."

It was rare for Malashenko to have the opportunity to chat amidst the roar of artillery fire while the earth was shaking. The time also flew by while chatting with each other, and soon it was time to start taking action. when.

"It's getting late. I'll leave it to you. I'll pack up my things and get ready to board the car. After this battle, we can have a good rest. Ah, I swear I will sleep well all day long. You You don’t know that my bones are almost falling apart these days.”

Malashenko, who rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the time on his watch, was ready to take action, handing over the final matters at the division to his political commissar comrades to take over as usual.

The Iushkin brothers had already warmed up the car and were ready to set off. They were just waiting for their comrade, the car commander, to come and give the final order.

Political Commissar Petrov, who was aware of this situation, raised his hand and looked at his watch and found that there were less than ten minutes left before the scheduled one-hour artillery preparations were completed. It was indeed time for Malashenko to pack up and set off.

"Remember not to overdo it. As long as you kill that group of SS soldiers, the remaining Wehrmacht troops will be worth mentioning. Remember this, don't expand the battlefield beyond control."

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar was familiar with Malashenko's violent and excited character when fighting, and gave him a reminder at the last moment before departure. Comrade Ma had already walked to the door carrying a tank cap and a submachine gun, leaving only a trace of his back and head. No reply, keep moving forward.

"Don't worry, wait for me to come back, it won't be long!"