Chapter 2672: Present and Future (Part 1)

Iushkin ate two slices when one slice was not enough. He was so happy. The bacon that Malashenko had cut was quite thick.

He hadn't even finished chewing and swallowing the first slice when two more slices were stuffed into his mouth. No matter how much Iushkin could hold, his mouth was filled with half-finished meat. He could only speak in a slurred way.

"Can you eat slower? Did you just escape from the German prisoner-of-war camp?"

Artyom, who was standing by, couldn't stand it and couldn't help but nag Iushkin to stop eating so much.

But Iushkin didn't care.

He chewed the bacon so hard that he couldn't swallow it. He didn't have enough saliva. The bacon, which was originally a dried meat product, was very absorbent. It would be strange if he had enough saliva to swallow it.

"Woo-woo-woo"

"Damn! This Suka choked on the meat! Seryosha quickly poured him a sip of wine! Oh! Don't give it to him, give it to me!"

Artyom took the full bowl of wine and stood up without saying a word. He picked up the bowl of beer in his hand and poured it into the mouth of Iushkin, who was still "woo-woo" and speechless. His hand movements were strong enough and he didn't forget to shout a few times to "encourage" himself.

"Drink! Suka, drink it for me! Drink!! Drink!!!"

Although Malashenko on the side did not help, in fact, he didn't need his help for this little thing. Malashenko was very sure that Iushkin would not choke to death.

However, Malashenko inexplicably felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

A circle of people gathered around a wooden table, and a gentle and easy-going old man came here to curse his mother and shouted "drink, drink" in his mouth. I always felt that this scene seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

It's just that Malashenko couldn't quite remember it. He guessed that it was some memory from before he traveled through time. That should be it.

"Woo-woo--oh wow, it feels good! This feels good!!!"

He poured a full bowl of wine straight down his throat, and finally swallowed the half-chewed bacon.

Iushkin, who almost swallowed his tongue, just said that he had only one feeling at this moment: it was fucking awesome!

"Good wine, good food! And a bunch of good people! Ah, I swear to Comrade Lenin, I have been looking forward to such a party for who knows how long. Sometimes I am afraid that I will never have the opportunity to have such a party again, and I will die, and my life will be spent in this mess of the Germans."

"Oh, so that's what you think? I thought Comrade Iushkin, the invincible gunner, was not afraid of anything."

After another bowl of wine, Artyom continued to tease Iushkin, and while refilling his own bowl, he did not forget to grab a piece of bacon and stuff it into his mouth.

"Well, I have to say that I agree with what Iushkin said. Sometimes I have also thought that if we get together before the war is over, we can sit down and talk to each other. Isn't this inappropriate? I heard some superstitious people say that after doing this, it will be difficult for those who get together to survive until the end of the war. Some people will definitely die, and it is not impossible that they will all die." "But if you say not to get together, I am a little worried. I am afraid that if we really encounter something that cannot be avoided and lose people, we obviously had the opportunity in the past but did not sit down and get together and listen to each other's heart. In the end, we can only regret it. Don't you think this is too much of a loss?" Iushkin's unintentional words started the conversation. Shelyosha, who likes to read books and take notes when he is free, and occasionally writes small articles for the Red Army's internal reference, also felt it. In terms of divergent thinking ability and language logic ability, our driver comrade is probably much higher than the gunner comrade. "Comrade, what do you think?"

"Hmm?"

Malachenko, who was using a piece of wire as a toothpick to pick out the meat stuck in his teeth and had not yet planned to join the conversation, could not help but recall some things that had happened in the past when he heard this and then spoke quietly.

"As for me, I think it's okay to get together. I don't believe in those bullshit superstitions. Death is death, life is life, my life is my own, it's not destined at birth. What if we get together during the war, we can't survive until after the war? Bullshit! Only people with holes in their brains believe this stuff."

"Speaking of this, I remember something. Have you guys considered what to do after the war?"

Malachenko didn't think of this question suddenly. He had thought of it consciously or unconsciously a long time ago.

During the war, everyone gathered under the same red flag, working together, fighting together, sharing the same hatred and going to the battlefield together.

But what about after the war?

Malashenko couldn't guarantee that everyone wanted to stay in the army. For example, he wanted to take off his clothes, go home to farm, and contribute to the population recovery cause with his wife and children.

What about others? Will they have similar ideas as himself?

Malashenko didn't know, but he wanted to know, but he just didn't find the right opportunity or forgot about it.

Until he asked this question tonight, Malashenko, with expectation in his eyes, was waiting for the answers of his good brothers.

"Who to start with? Me???"

Looking around, he found that his brothers were all staring at him. Iushkin pointed at himself with his right index finger and had a question mark on his face. He had no choice but to start from himself.

"As for me, I won't introduce myself. You all know my situation."

"I am from the suburbs of Moscow, just like the commander. He lived in a village not far from our village a long time ago, but I didn't know him when I first joined the army. At that time, he was not as famous as he is now. I didn't even know that there was a tank soldier of such a big size in the next village."

"As for the post-war period"

Iushkin, who made a few opening remarks casually, was actually trying to buy time for himself to organize his words. He scratched his head and hesitated to speak. This kind of question that requires thinking before answering is really difficult.

"Honestly, I don't have any lofty goals. Didn't the commander say that? People like us should live one day at a time. In the past, I always felt that it was meaningless to think so far ahead. Now, I feel that I should stay and continue to work in the Red Army until I can no longer do it, or when I really don't want to do it one day. But I do want to settle my lifelong affairs as soon as the war is over. My family has written to me several times to urge me to do it."