Chapter 2786 The End and a New Beginning

"A while ago, I asked him what he was going to do after the war. Guess what? This guy actually told me that he wanted to go home and be a teacher after the war. He said he was good at math and was the top student in his class in middle school."

"I said, you are the top student in math and you come to the army? Are you mentally ill or did the conscript make Votga drunk?"

"What did he answer? Oh, I remember! He said that the girl he liked at the time signed up for the army and he wanted to pursue her! He was so excited that he left the teacher who recommended him and came to the army."

Malashenko couldn't help laughing when he heard this story. He motioned to Alsim to move his butt to the blind spot of the wall on the opposite side of the street where he couldn't see the wind, and sit here together. He took out the cigarette box from his pocket and replied at the same time.

"What happened next? Did he catch up with the girl?"

"No, the girl didn't like him at all. But this story is very bloody, comrade commander, listen to me."

The two smokers sat in the corner of the wall where they could not see the wind and worshiped the gods, with incense curling up, and the words immersed in memories continued.

"It was only after he arrived in the army that he found out that the girl had originally joined the army to pursue another man. He was so good, he couldn't catch up from beginning to end, and he had to play a drama by himself. The girl finally married her old lover and had children, leaving him alone."

"But this guy is lucky. He didn't catch up with others, but the girl from his hometown neighbor still had a crush on him. Not long after he arrived in the army, she started to write to him and the girl took the initiative to confess her love."

"Later, it worked. I don't know how it worked out, and I haven't asked. It was in 1939. I didn't know him at that time, but it worked out anyway."

"Sharapova is a good girl , otherwise I would say this guy is very lucky to be pursued by a good girl. I have been to his house several times. Sharapova is a good cook and her food is delicious. Every time I go there, she will prepare a table to entertain me. Pavlov and I take the opportunity of vacation together to get drunk, sometimes even until dawn. "

"They have two children. The boy is the eldest, who is 5 years old this year. The second child is a girl, who is uh, two or three years old this year? Anyway, she was born after the war. This kid can contribute to the increase in population during his vacation at home. He is quite capable. "

Talking and laughing, Alsim, who slowly finished the story and couldn't continue, gradually stopped laughing.

A good story does not have a good ending. The ending of the soldier is not to return to his hometown to become a respected math teacher who teaches and educates people, but to die on the battlefield like most of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives and shed their blood in this era.

Leaving behind grieving comrades, brothers, broken families, parents who lost their sons in old age, wives who lost their husbands, and children who lost their fathers.

And the motherland that lost a brave soldier and a good son.

This is war - it swallows flesh and blood, and spits out all the extreme misery and pain in the world.

Behind the grand narrative appearance of the leader division, the most real side is still these broken stories that repeat the tragic cycle.

Just like every Red Army unit in this era, it will not change because the leader division has a higher halo, a greater reputation, and a stronger combat effectiveness.

Fortunately, this painful cycle, which keeps repeating, is about to end now.

"Comrade division commander, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you suppress the news of Pavlov's death in advance? I want to wait until the war is over. If I am still alive by then, I will tell Sharapova the news in person and take Pavlov back with me."

"If I tell her now, I am afraid she will not be able to accept this blow. I have been to her house and know her. She loves her husband deeply and has a somewhat introverted personality. I don't know how much courage she musters to take the initiative to confess. She may really not be able to accept it. With me here, she may feel better. At worst, I can make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

""

On the surface, he is a careless and illiterate rough man, but this does not mean that Alsim has no ability to think carefully. He is more careful than ever when dealing with the affairs of his good brother.

However, this is just Alsim's own idea. Malashenko, who has only a few puffs of cigarette left, thought of something else and spoke quietly.

"Then have you ever thought about what it would be like when the war is over and the military families around you welcome their loved ones back and reunite, with laughter and joy filling every breath of air. A wife holding her husband's urn, crying in front of her two children, crying until she is heartbroken."

""

The silence without being able to continue speaking explained Alsim's mood at the moment. Malashenko, who was not in a hurry to get a result on this matter, extinguished his cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can beside him.

I saw that there was a half-torn Nazi propaganda poster hanging on the side of the trash can, which said something like "Hold on! Fight the Bolshevik demon to the end!" This thing is now only worthy of staying in the place where it really belongs - the trash can.

"Tell me when you have made up your mind and made a decision. There is no rush for this matter. I will wait for your news."

"Also, I heard that you just made a new friend and you get along well. His name is Sulovchenko, right?"

Alsim, still leaning against the wall, looked at Malashenko in a daze. What happened last night was known to the division commander so quickly? This was a bit too shocking.

"Yes, it is true, division commander."

"Well, what do you think of this person? I want to hear your evaluation."

"My evaluation"

I have never been asked such a question by Malashenko, and of course I am rarely asked similar questions by people around me.

Not very good at answering such questions and having no experience, Alsim could only give an answer according to his first reaction after a brief thought.

"He's a tough guy, ruthless, not afraid of trouble, and dares to face it head-on. He's also educated and knowledgeable, and graduated from a regular military academy, which is much better than me who's illiterate. In short, he's pretty good, and he gets along well with me. It's rare that he can get along so well with me."

"Well, it seems you have a new partner."

"Comrade division commander, what do you mean..."

Malachenko, who had already stood up, really planned to leave this time. If he didn't leave, he probably wouldn't have finished his pile of messes when the gunfire sounded on time, let alone command the battle.

But before leaving, he had to give the confused Alsim a final affirmative reply.

"Sulovchenko will take over the position of your deputy. I have read his resume. In some ways, he is quite similar to you. Now it seems that he is a good partner for you. You need a deputy to assist you, Alsim. This is not because I don't trust you, but I hope you can really go further."

"It just so happens that your company has lost some people in recent days, including today. Sulovchenko will bring his people to fill your missing personnel, which is much better than giving you new recruits. But they are infantry, not engineers, and you may have to teach them some professional skills."

"Cooperate well, put your mind on serious things to get back to the state, I believe you can do it."

"I will guide you on a path of revenge, Alsim, you can believe me on this."

"And you--"

Malashenko, who was the last moment and the last word before leaving, stepped forward again, stretched out his hand and patted Alsim's shoulder with a firm and trusting look, just like the friendship between men often does not need too much expression, everything is just unspoken.

"Just sharpen your knife and get ready to chop off the head of the Nazi bastard who killed your good brother and hang it on the roof."

"Don't they like to attack the head? Well, let all Berliners know that the roofs of their capital are hung with Nazi pig heads."

Comrade Lian's role ends here. He completes this role according to the old rules. Although he doesn't have many scenes and is only a supporting role, he should also be flesh and blood.

Next, it's time to turn to the deep offensive in Berlin. A bigger one is coming, so be prepared.