Chapter 2665 Recognizing Mistakes

"Anything you want to say?"

Malachenko quietly looked at Iushkin who stood up from the ground in front of him, expecting to get the answer he wanted from Iushkin.

"I'm right, I'm sorry, comrade commander, I'm sorry it's all my fault."

If it's just admitting the mistake, it's actually nothing, the key is to see Iushkin's tears falling from the corners of his eyes while he was trembling all over.

Yes, Iushkin cried. This top gunner who is usually positive and optimistic and excited when fighting actually cried at this time, which really surprised Malachenko a little.

But on second thought, Malachenko could roughly guess why Iushkin could wipe his tears at this time.

"Remember the past?"

Malachenko asked tentatively in a low voice, always feeling that he should have guessed well based on his understanding of Iushkin.

"Hmm"

Iushkin nodded immediately, although his voice was not crying, but there were indeed tears in the corners of his eyes. The words that Malashenko had just said in anger did evoke his memories of those unbearable past events.

Those heart-wrenching scenes that tore the deep wounds in his heart reappeared in his mind again. It was not until then that Iushkin realized that the biggest mistake he made was not stealing the car.

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Malashenko, who felt a little speechless, could not bear to scold anymore. Iushkin had realized the problem and took a corresponding attitude. In Malashenko's view, this was already achieved. There was no need to yell and scold for venting anger. After all, Malashenko's purpose from the beginning was not to vent.

"Okay, wipe your tears. You cry like a woman. If the Germans see you, they will be laughed to death. Wipe your tears! We will definitely live to win the war and must persevere to the end!"

If Malashenko has any specific purpose, then this is it.

Iushkin should be made aware that the No. 177 crew is a collective that lives and dies together. Before shouldering the trust of their comrades, they must ensure that their actions are worthy of this trust and will not put their comrades in danger because of their own selfish desires or reckless behavior.

The battlefield is never a superhero-style "individual heroism" like in American blockbusters. The reason why the leader division can be invincible and indestructible is that it relies on a highly cohesive heroic collective that lives and dies together, advances and retreats together, and can only get to where it is today with the sincere unity and efficient cooperation of multiple different arms.

Human growth is to surpass yesterday's self. It doesn't matter if you make mistakes, let alone young people make mistakes.

The important thing is to realize the mistakes and know how to correct them. Only those who can surpass yesterday's self can continue to become stronger. This is what Malashenko learned from Comrade Political Commissar and experienced personally, and was deeply impressed.

Reaching out his hand and holding Iushkin's shoulders, he gave a strong touch and encouragement. Iushkin, who could feel the strength and trust of the commander, finally smiled again at this moment.

"The crybaby Iushkin has been coaxed. The No. 177 crew should celebrate. I think we can have a bottle of Vodka tonight."

"Just one bottle? How can one bottle be enough? Five people should have at least two bottles, don't you think, comrade commander?"

That is, Malashenko tried to make Iushkin realize his mistakes and actively correct them by "scolding and coaxing". Not far away, several other members of the No. 177 crew who were originally sitting on the tank turret watching the fun and eating melons and watching the show also took the initiative to come up to Malashenko and Iushkin.

Now, Artyom, the main loader who has the best relationship with Iushkin and has a close personal relationship with him, spoke first, and as always, he laughed and made fun of Iushkin.

Like Malashenko, the driver Seryosha, who had known Iushkin since 1941, also joined in the joke after hearing the words. Only the assistant loader Sergei, who was the only survivor of Kirill's crew, smiled a little embarrassedly.

"How about we get together tonight? These days we are either fighting or on the way to fight. Apart from fighting and traveling, we rarely get together to eat. I always think we should promote our relationship, have a meal and chat. I have a lot to say these days."

Sergei, who realized the atmosphere, was the last to speak, and put forward his own suggestions with a simple smile.

However, Iushkin's tears came and went quickly. Just now he was wiping two drops of pearl tears like a woman, but now he immediately became energetic and excitedly spoke to Malashenko when he heard that there was good news.

"Yes, comrade commander. You are a busy man on weekdays. Sergei is right. How about we get together tonight? I think those Germans will have to lick their wounds after being beaten up. I guess nothing big will happen tonight."

"Hmm"

Malachenko looked up at the distant horizon in thought. Over the city, which was already shrouded in a little smoke, the last rays of the setting sun were lingering. This "shit" day, which was as busy as a toy robot with a spring wound up, was finally coming to an end as the sun sank into the horizon.

"Hmm, I haven't communicated with you on ideological construction for a while. This should be my responsibility as a commander."

"Does that mean you agree? Is this okay?"

Iushkin, who was already excited, was naturally even more excited when he heard Malashenko's response. Seeing this, Malashenko couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked.

"Don't worry, how come you change your face faster than turning a page? Do you really realize your mistake?"

Although Malashenko said this in a joking tone, it is undeniable that there is still a bit of seriousness in it, but Iushkin, as usual, answered without thinking.

"Well, I realized it, I definitely realized it, I'm sure. I will never make the same mistake again next time, and I will never let down my comrades' trust and drag the whole car into danger."

"Okay, the answer is not bad."

Malashenko muttered silently in his heart, but he didn't intend to continue to hold on to this matter. At best, it could only be regarded as a reminder. The words about the business just now came out immediately.

"Let's have a drink tonight with crew 177, but don't drink this Vodka. If the political commissar knows about this, he will definitely skin me alive. Right now, this is the front line of the enemy-controlled area, not a rest area in the rear."

As soon as these words came out, Ivushkin and even Artyom looked a little disappointed. Malashenko, who hadn't finished speaking, immediately changed the subject and continued with a mysterious smile.

"But, there is something else"