Chapter 1892 Afterglow's Oath

Tears were still dripping down, and his trembling hands could hardly hold the paper that seemed as heavy as Mount Tai. From the inside out, it seemed that his whole body, including his soul, was riddled with holes. Malashenko was still forcing himself to continue reading the things in front of him. Reading

"I still remember a song, Comrade Carriage Commander, which you sang to your comrades. It was also a song I had never heard of in college."

"Do you know? I want to live so much and enjoy the red sunrise. Live just to love everyone who accompanies you."

"Do you know? I want to live so much and wake up with you at dawn, cook coffee in the kitchen, and everyone in the world is sleeping soundly."

"Do you know? I want to live so much that I don't have to publicize it through newspapers, but share it. Live so that children will never forget."

"Let the children never forget, I firmly believe that this is why I am still alive Evidence! A short life is insignificant. What is important is that thousands of years later, there will still be people who can remember this great cause, remember those passionate years, remember the years when countless Communists fought and sacrificed heroically for the greatest cause of mankind. As long as the children remember, that is enough. "

"I don't know what else to say, uncle, and comrade driver.

"I don't want all the people I love and who love me to be sad because of my departure. If you have this emotion, please turn it into motivation to move forward and fight those evil fascist beasts to the end! As a Red Army soldier and a Communist Party member, I have no regrets in death."

"In the end, my only wish is to be with my mother. Since this letter can be found, I think my body left in this world can still be recognized and still exists. Please bury me next to my mother. I was unable to accompany her in the last moments of her life. I want to use all my time in the future to make up for her, even in this form. I really miss my mother. ”

“I have always believed that we will win. When that day comes and the song of victory resounds throughout the motherland, please tell me this news, take it to my grave, and tell me and my mother that the heroic sacrifices and all the hard work of our comrades have not been in vain! Victory belongs to us, to the motherland, to the Bolsheviks, and to this greatest cause of all mankind. ”

The last stroke of the line came to an abrupt end, and Malashenko, who was holding the letter paper, had already had tears on his collar.

What kind of person is a true communist fighter?

Malashenko had thought about this question countless times.

There are many ways to live a person's life, whether it is extravagant or poor, what is important is not what kind of situation a person has experienced in this world, but what he has left behind, what can be sung and remembered by future generations, and what kind of mark is engraved on the flag that he personally handed over to his comrades behind him.

Malashenko taught Kirill a lot, and Kirill also gave Malashenko some invaluable gains that he had realized with his life at the end of his short life.

You don't need to live a wonderful life, but you just want to be remembered by future generations.

Selfish Profits cannot bring a bright future for great undertakings. After the flood, what will be destroyed is the great road forged by countless people with their blood.

Even if one dies, the things left behind can still continue to exist on this road and in this world.

Malashenko will not forget every bit of his time with Kirill, and will not forget Kirill's revolutionary oath under the red flag and his great will to practice his life.

The red flag was taken over and passed on by hand, and the spirit like a ball of fire was placed in the palm of his hand and never extinguished.

Perhaps Kirill did not have the opportunity to hear Malashenko's "thank you", but the true emotion without too many words has written what Malashenko is thinking at this moment on his face.

If Kirill hopes to see what kind of scene and what kind of final ending there will be If so, then this is it.

A person's growth and change often does not take too long, and more often it is just a brief moment in the blink of an eye.

The political commissar just said that he hopes Malashenko can cheer up and get back to his state as soon as possible to take on his due duties. There are too many things and people who need him, and they need this comrade who holds high the red flag and is like a beacon to lead everyone to move forward.

Thanks to the final legacy left by Kirill, Malashenko, who wiped away his tears, did it. With a brave and resolute soul, he became even stronger than before, and became the ultimate nightmare that cannot be shaken off in the enemy's nightmare.

According to Kirill's will, he will be buried with his mother.

But due to the summer weather at this time, he was eventually taken back and buried with his mother. The only thing next to them is Kirill's ashes. There is no other choice.

So before that, a solemn and dignified cremation ceremony is imperative.

This is not only for Kirill, but also for the entire company and all the comrades who died in recent battles.

When the burning and jumping red fire wrapped the remains of the soldiers and disappeared, all the soldiers who gathered in neat rows on the boundless grassland saluted solemnly in accordance with the order of the division commander Comrade Malashenko.

Row after row of IS6 heavy tanks raised their muzzles and pointed obliquely at the dusk sky. The setting sun shot the golden afterglow through the jumping flames and sprinkled on the solemn and solemn faces of everyone, just like the warmest moment in Kirill's short life memory, passed on to the hearts of everyone present, and will never forget this moment until death.

"I will definitely avenge you, brother! I will dig out the brains of those fascist bastards with my own hands, stuff all their entrails into our tracks and grind them to pieces! Let these damn bastards turn into pieces As fertilizer to nourish the land, no matter where they go, the bastards of Camp 502 will definitely die. I guarantee you with my life!"

When the crimson color reflected the afterglow of the setting sun on his face, Iushkin, who had dried up his tears and had no more silent sorrow, was left with only a solemn vow of revenge.

Just like Malashenko, Iushkin, who lived with Kirill day and night, was also unable to accept everything that happened suddenly. In the first brief moment and the time that followed, he endured unimaginable torn apart by ordinary people. Soul pain.

Seryosha, and even Artem, who replaced Kirill as the new loader

No one was indifferent to all this, and the deep wounds of sorrow and soul tearing were all over everyone's face. Even Malashenko now clearly remembers every face with deep pain.

"What next? Where are we going to find these bastards and cut them into pieces?"

What answered Iushkin was Malashenko's death whisper without the slightest emotion.

"No matter where you are, the place where you encounter these dead people again will be their graves."