Chapter 230 I Am From the Future

Malachenko, who traveled to the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War, had never slept so dead as he did now.

The long-accumulated sleepiness and fatigue were released like a flood after this cruel iron stranglehold. The illusory dream descended in a foggy pale world and lingered beside Malachenko. A tall figure who seemed familiar but could not remember who it was for a while was walking slowly towards Malachenko who was in an unknown state.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Faced with the question raised by Malachenko, the tall man with pale dreams around him showed a warm smile.

"It doesn't matter who I am, my friend. I came here to thank you for giving me a second chance at life, which had been completely ended."

Feeling a little confused by the nonsensical words of the man in front of him, Malashenko, with a question mark on his face, was about to ask something, but the words that were already on the tip of his tongue were abruptly blocked by the man in front of him who spoke again quietly.

"In my last moments before death, the armor fragments that fell from the breech block cut my throat like a cold dagger. At that moment, I was really helpless and desperate. I felt my body gradually getting colder and my life was slipping away, but I couldn't speak. I could only let my strength to struggle decrease, but it was useless."

"In the last moment when I was still conscious, I screamed in my heart that I hoped to continue my life, no matter what method and price, because it was not until that moment that I realized that I was so afraid of death."

The tall man sitting on a misty white fog next to Malashenko quietly narrated those words that sounded nonsensical to Malashenko. His face, which could not be seen clearly in the mist, revealed a faint sadness.

"I howled helplessly in my heart, longing for redemption at the last moment of my life. Although it seems to be a meaningless and futile act now, who would have thought that a miracle would actually happen in that situation."

The pale mist lingering on the face of the tall man next to him gradually dissipated. Malashenko, who had been listening to the story for a while, was surprised to find that the man sitting next to him was actually himself!

To be precise, it was a Soviet soldier with the same face as Malashenko, wearing the standard fireproof combat uniform of the Soviet tank soldiers!

"You are Malashenko? Is it him?"

Turning his head quietly and looking at the different face from a foreign country in front of him with a gentle look, Malashenko, with a smile on his face, spoke calmly again to Lin Jie who was stunned.

"And your name is Lin Jie, is that the name? My friend."

Faced with the rhetorical question from Malashenko next to him, Lin Jie was speechless. Shocked beyond words, he had no idea what was going on at the moment.

Seeing the extremely shocked expression on the face of the person who was crucial to his short life, Malashenko, who was used to accepting everything that seemed impossible, spoke again.

"Although the continuation of life is not based on my own consciousness, being able to watch all this silently is already very satisfying for a dead person like me."

His azure eyes flashed with a complex expression of excitement or joy. Malashenko, who was grateful for everything, had only one wish in his heart.

"Tell me, my friend, are you from the future?"

Although he didn't know why Malashenko next to him suddenly asked this question, Lin Jie, who didn't find a reason to lie after a brief thought, nodded quietly.

After seeing Malashenko nod his head to admit it, an indescribable brilliance immediately burst out from his eyes. Malashenko, who was so excited that he couldn't express it in words, immediately stepped forward and held Lin Jie's hands tightly and spoke.

"I knew it! I knew it would be like this! Only people from the future can do these seemingly impossible things!"

"Tell me, Lin Jie, my friend! Did our great motherland win the war in the end? I want to know the truth! Even if it is to give me the last consolation of my life that has ended!"

The excited Malashenko clenched his hands tightly, and the force was enough to make Lin Jie feel a sharp pain. The almost pleading inquiry and longing look flashing in Malashenko's eyes seemed so real to Lin Jie.

"Yes, my comrade, the Soviet Union won this sacred Patriotic War and sent the evil German fascists that ravaged the world and their devil leader to hell. Four years later, the red Soviet flag will be raised in the Reichstag in Berlin!"

The answer from Lin Jie was like a long-awaited sweet dew, turning the last unwilling wish that had been trapped in Malashenko's heart into reality. Malashenko, who was so excited that he could not be more excited, looked like a child who got an ideal birthday gift to Lin Jie sitting beside him.

"I know it! I know that all the efforts and sacrifices will not be wasted! The heroic predecessors paid such a great sacrifice to turn the lofty ideal into reality. How could the Soviet Union be defeated by the enemy so easily? The blood-stained flag will fly over Moscow forever!"

Lin Jie, who only spoke a small part of the not-too-distant future, silently looked at Malashenko's trembling face beside him, who was almost about to cry with joy. The more sincere the emotional outburst, the more Lin Jie, who was both an eyewitness and a bystander of history, felt a stinging pain in his heart.

Born in greatness, died in shame.

The Soviet Union, which could stand like a rock in the sea under the attack of Germany, which conquered the whole of Europe, was eventually destroyed by its own stupid people.

Human greed and twisted desires eventually corroded the once noble and just ideals. The flag condensed with the blood of countless Soviet soldiers was quietly lowered and fell in the hands of their own people.

Such a result is the most ruthless destruction and trampling for countless Red Army soldiers like Malashenko who died heroically for their lofty ideals, which is millions of times better than the sharpest knife in the world.

Crystal clear tears quietly slipped from Lin Jie's hands as he brushed across Malashenko's face. Lin Jie could feel the heat from the tears that was hot enough to burn his soul, and only a long sigh echoed in his heart as calm as still water.