Chapter 1919 More than the Queen of England

Compared with the last time he came back, Malashenko found that the Moscow in front of him was already very familiar to him, and there were more obvious changes than before. ReadМ

There are more people strolling and looking leisurely and contented on the streets than before. You can also see young mothers leading their children laughing and walking on the streets every now and then. There are even old people sitting on benches on the street. Bask in the warm sunshine. Everything within sight looked so beautiful, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with the war.

"What? Which beautiful girl have you fallen in love with so much?"

Malokov, who was driving slowly with his hands on the steering wheel, noticed something was wrong with Malashenko in the passenger seat, and the half-joking tone of his question was still the same as before.

Ordinarily, Malashenko would definitely follow these words and make a few jokes along with Malokov, creating a lively atmosphere.

However, Malashenko, who is feeling quite emotional at the moment, has other things to say.

"It's nothing, it's just that the scene is very different from the scene I saw when I came back last time. Compared with last time, the current look is more like what a normal Moscow should look like. It's harder to see people in a hurry. Instead, It’s about enjoying life, and there’s nothing better than that.”

Malokov, who was still driving with his hands on the steering wheel, smiled when he heard this, and blurted out the words without thinking.

"Wait a minute, you are a general who leads troops to fight on the front line. You are fighting life and death on the front line, and you are content with enjoying yourself in the rear. Shouldn't you be angry when you see such a scene? Why are you still happy?"

Malokov's tone sounded very interested, as if he was looking forward to what answer Malashenko would give next. Malashenko also smiled, shook his head, and spoke without thinking.

"The front line and the rear are two different things. What are the soldiers fighting to protect everything in the rear and the motherland for? Isn't it just to protect such a peaceful and peaceful scene so that the people standing behind them can live such a stable and happy life? The front line of the war is far away from our hometown. Is it better to be farther, farther, and farther away?”

"Moscow is the capital of the motherland. In fact, the more Moscow looks like this, the more it proves that our efforts on the front line are fruitful and not in vain. The raging war is getting farther and farther away from the motherland, and people can already feel a trace of it. It’s close to the familiar atmosphere of normal life. Is there anything more comforting to the frontline soldiers than this? The answer is no.”

Compared to the expectant look on his face just now, by the time Malashenko's voice faded, Malokov's face had changed and he looked quite touched.

"You're right, but my understanding is too shallow."

"Think about it, if so many soldiers failed to protect this peace even at the cost of their lives, and the war is still raging like a plague in Moscow, then everything would be really too cruel. If those soldiers who sacrificed their lives are still raging like a plague in Moscow, I think they will be very happy to know that Moscow is what it is now, because this is the beauty they protect with their lives.”

Malashenko and Malokov reached an agreement, as if "heroes see the same thing."

The warm sunshine shines on the body through the windshield of the Gas Jeep, which is particularly comfortable. When I return to my hometown, I can still drive slowly and chat with my old friends, while resonating in the depths of my soul and heart. Such beautiful scenes have been so rare in Malashenko’s memory since time travel that Malashenko, who is sitting in the co-pilot, feels that every minute and second now is precious and worth cherishing.

After finishing his words, Malashenko, who had nothing to do, picked up a newspaper on the driver's seat, spread out his hands and put it in front of him and started reading. Malokov, who was driving slowly beside him, saw him. The statement was a timely reminder.

"Those are from last week. I didn't have time to take them away after reading them and just threw them there. There is no latest news you want to know."

Malokov kindly reminded him, but Malashenko didn't care.

"It doesn't matter. I've been so busy on the front line lately that I don't even have time to go to the toilet to take a dump. I've been thinking about command and fighting. The news a week ago is already news to me. I'm probably not interested in the above things. Do not know at all."

While talking and reading down, he quickly noticed a particularly eye-catching message. Malashenko, who had read the short text message line by line, seemed a little surprised. Then he slightly raised the newspaper and looked at it from the corner of his eye. Malokov asked.

"Why is this song even in the newspaper? Is it so popular? And it is published so prominently. Do many people know about it?"

After a quick glance, he saw the text recorded on Malashenko's finger area. Malokov smiled instead and asked himself that he had to make up for Malashenko's recent popular news in Moscow.

"This is one of the most popular music in Moscow nowadays. Not only adults can sing it, but even children can hum it. I heard that some people have proposed to include this song in teaching materials. Its appeal is really strong. It also allows children to cherish their hard-won happy and beautiful life and this peace and tranquility, which is really meaningful in the long run.”

"By the way, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. I remember that this song wasn't written by you. When I saw the news, I was surprised that our tank hero had this ability. Not only could he physically conquer those fascist lackeys, but he also knew how to compose music. He is simply an all-round excellent talent of the motherland. Is that true?"

"Uh"

It is indeed as Malokov said. "I Want to Live", which was born decades early in this timeline, was written by Malashenko. Like the song "For You, Motherland", they are all "future local specialties" brought by Comrade Lao Ma, who is a time traveler.

The "natives" who have never heard such excellent songs in this era naturally regard the tank hero of the motherland as the creator and the first creator. It is normal to think so.

It's just that Malashenko already has a long list of titles, such as the tank hero of the motherland, the double Soviet hero, the best front-line tank commander, the tank master praised by Kotin and Morozov, the mentor of the motherland's new light weapons master Kalashnikov, the favorite of the supreme leader Comrade Stalin and Marshal Zhukov, the fire captain of General Vatutin, the most feared steel butcher of the fascists, etc. Now he has to add a new one to the list: the talented master of Patriotic War music.

Well, to be honest, Malashenko himself thought that if these editors of Pravda continued to give him these titles endlessly, then in the end he would probably have more titles to read before his name than the Queen of England.