Chapter 1890 Sacrifice

"Hey, today is not a special day, why are you joking like this? I say, don't joke about your nephew, okay? Even if you are giving me a shot to prepare me mentally, you can't joke about this kind of thing, huh?"

""

Malachenko was shaking his voice like a fool, laughing with tears in his eyes, and his weird look was not much better than the guy who ran out of the mental hospital after the wall collapsed.

But in contrast, the political commissar was silent, without a single syllable of answer, and no additional comments of yes or no.

Malachenko could not get the result he wanted from the political commissar. The most terrifying and terrible fact was slowly gathering over Malachenko's head like a haze and falling over him.

The harmonica in his hand seemed to be too heavy to hold. He raised his other arm to cover his mouth and nose. The tears that had begun to flow unconsciously to his chin and gathered together. Malashenko, who was forcing himself not to cry, did not look like a major general of the tank army, a Soviet hero, or a leader and division commander praised by people.

When the sky fell, there were only desperate people who were about to be crushed to death by the sky. Regardless of their profession or status, Malashenko now felt that the sky above his head had accurately hit the top of his head, and it was almost completely crushing and destroying everything he had.

"Kiri, what the hell is going on!!!???"

Such words were not shouted in an angry tone, but in a tone as if he was imprisoned in the abyss and praying for salvation.

Malashenko is still praying for salvation and hope. He really wants to hear a word from the political commissar that it is not the case or that it denies it, but the cruel facts that follow are completely contrary to this.

"A little-known village, not even noticeable on the map, no one could have expected that it would be the battlefield of a brutal armored stranglehold."

"Kirill was ordered to lead the team to capture the place. Everything went smoothly at first. The Germans were driven out and then they stayed there. But a sudden battle broke out in the south and the infantry was transferred. The follow-up infantry could arrive within an hour, so the tank troops were left behind. What kind of waves could the Germans who had just been repelled make within an hour? They didn't even have enough time to regroup their troops."

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Malachenko didn't interrupt, but just stood there as he was. The political commissar, who almost didn't know how to continue speaking, was not in a good mood. After a long while, he continued to speak.

"Then, a German heavy armored unit attacked the village, just after the infantry left. It was obviously premeditated and waiting for this time.

"Of course Kirill was unwilling to hand over the village to others. When has the leader of the division ever retreated without fighting? The Germans who came to our doorstep must be made to regret. "

"Kirill commanded the troops to fight from the village to the outside of the village, and finally a decisive battle broke out with the Germans who surrounded and attacked them in the suburbs outside the village. The entire company was wiped out, and all tanks, including Kirill's, were destroyed. The Germans arranged a carefully planned tactic, using tactical advantages to make up for the lack of equipment. Kirill, who was isolated and helpless, fought until the last moment and fell down, just as he had promised in person and sworn under the party flag. "

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Click--

When a soft crisp sound came from under his feet, it was the sound of a harmonica that fell and hit the ground, as if the strings of a harmonica broke instantly and could never be restored.

No one knew how long it was before Malashenko spoke again and only asked a brief question.

"Where is Kirill now? "

The soldier is gone, but something will always be left behind.

Whether it is relics or corpses, Comrade Political Commissar understood what Malashenko was asking.

"Come with me"

There were many stretchers lined up in the open space behind the division tent, covered with snow-white cloth that had just been put up. The white color was seeping out with a little red, which was the color of life, whether it existed or passed away.

Several lonely figures knelt in front of these stretchers lined up and covered with white cloth, as if they were covering their faces with their hands or holding their heads, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Comrade Political Commissar was in front, and Malashenko was behind, walking slowly one after the other until they came to one of the stretchers.

"Maybe you shouldn't look at it, let me decide for yourself. ”

“”

Without answering, Malashenko, whose body was stiff, didn’t know how much effort and courage he had put in to slowly squat down with this body that didn’t belong to him.

The empty right hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. When it reached out and touched the white cloth, it was as if it was electrocuted and wanted to shrink it back instantly, but in the end, it still held a corner of the white cloth in trembling. I don’t know how much courage it took to slowly open it.

The face lying under the snow-white veil was calm and familiar, but under the cold and lifeless temperature, there would never be a familiar voice again. The cruel fact that tore the whole soul to pieces was so coldly placed in front of him, and he couldn’t help but deny it.

In just a moment, Malashenko felt that his soul had left his body, and his center of gravity was unstable as if his Achilles tendon was broken. His trembling right hand instantly spread out, and the body with the soulless double eyes leaned back like a puppet with its strings cut, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"This is not true, it's a lie, this is not true, it's not"

The muttering in a daze could not change the cruel reality. The political commissar who had never opened his eyes seemed to be talking to himself.

"Kirill, and the whole company fought bravely and tenaciously."

"The enemy left tank wreckage everywhere outside the village. They were almost wiped out."

"The German reinforcements and our reinforcements arrived almost at the same time. Our troops had an absolute advantage. The Germans just hurriedly collected some corpses and wounded and fled in a hurry. The place called Marinovo Village is now under our control. Kirill's sacrifice was not in vain."

The extremely familiar place name engraved in the memory is no longer important at the moment. Malashenko, with his eyes dazed, just sat on the ground like a fool, muttering in his mouth. The political commissar standing next to him also stayed by his side without moving a step.

A figure who had been kneeling in front of many stretchers rubbed the ground with his knees and almost crawled to Malashenko's side. He ignored the fact that his head was wrapped like a dumpling and his arms were bandaged, and he just kept wailing and crying to the division commander.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, compared to the division commander! I failed to protect the company commander, it's all my fault, I deserve to die! Damn it! Why is he the one who died and not me? I really want to take his place, ah ah"