Chapter 2890 There Are Always Things Worth Doing

Malashenko was walking and talking with his political commissar. As soon as he entered the door, he stumbled and almost tripped without paying attention to his feet.

If the guard beside him hadn't been quick to help him, Comrade Division Commander would probably have suffered a huge setback today.

Obviously, Malashenko, who was unable to wrestle on the ground, tripped over something. When he subconsciously looked back, he realized that it was a worn-out boot lying across the door.

"Comrade Commander, are you okay?"

"Me? I'm fine. Of course it's fine. It's a small problem."

Unlike those senior generals who are pampered and sit in their offices all year round, Malashenko is an outlier even among the vast majority of Red Army generals.

He was appointed as a tank corps major general and commanded the most powerful synthetic field group of tens of thousands of people in the entire Red Army. He also personally participated in battles and even led troops to charge.

In addition to making Malashenko look so different and alternative, the experience of being in charge and battle-hardened has also given him a tough body that has been through battles. Compared with a senior commander, Malashenko's physical fitness is more like that of a combatant. If he accidentally stumbled under his feet, it would be considered as if an ordinary person stepped on a branch.

To say the least, even if he fell down, with Malashenko's physical condition, apart from being embarrassed and a little embarrassed in public, the actual damage is probably not even scratching.

"You are really undisciplined! You sleep until the door is blocking the road. When you stretch your legs, you almost trip your comrade. I need to remind you."

There is no shortage of people who are courteous and courageous to the leadership at any time, even in places like the leadership division. After all, this is human nature.

But Malashenko immediately said that it was not necessary, and raised his hand to signal to the combat staff officer who "kindly helped Comrade Commander to judge" to forget it. He had no intention of pursuing the matter, and then just went on his own. A warrior who almost tripped him took a step forward.

It was only after he walked up to him that Malashenko discovered that the soldier who had stretched his legs to the door and almost tripped him was still sleeping soundly.

"Uh mom, mom, I'm back, mom, I miss you so much, mom"

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The steel body armor that he did not take off even when sleeping is enough to show the soldier's military branch. He had to sleep with his gun in his arms when sleeping on the front line, and the combat regulations that the gun should not be taken away from his hand were also conscientiously implemented by this soldier. The AK44 assault rifle with the safety turned off was held tightly in the arms of the sleeping soldier, just like holding a lover.

Looking at the sweet smile on the soldier's face, listening to the quiet murmurs in his sleep.

Malashenko, who suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart, stopped reaching out. He couldn't bear to wake up the sleeping warrior anymore. He straightened up from a squatting position and turned around again.

"I have thought about it more than once. We try every means to reduce casualties. Sometimes even if we delay a certain number of fighters and let go of an acceptable number of enemies, we must try our best to ensure that our soldiers do not suffer more casualties. What is the point of this? Not worth it, not worth it.”

"There is no need to say more about the military perspective, you and I both understand it. But what I want to say is human feelings and people's hearts. We are comrades, we are all soldiers, and we all have passion and feelings. Whenever I see soldiers smiling and happy , when talking about letters from home and relatives far away, I always feel that if even one more person can return home alive, some things are worth doing, what do you think? "

Although in most cases, Malashenko always shows a decisive and unquestionable image.

The corpses of the Nazis who died in his hands were laid out and laid out all the way from the Kremlin to the border of the Soviet Union. It is not an exaggeration to say that Comrade Lao Ma killed many people, but it was quite appropriate.

But Comrade Political Commissar knows that behind the heroic and resolute appearance of Comrade Division Commander, there is actually a soft heart, a heart of a superior who can empathize with others and bring himself into the situation of the soldiers at all times.

Based on this alone, I have rarely seen a few political commissar comrades in my long military career.

After all, the Slavic region has such an environment. Treating soldiers as livestock is an "ancestral rule." Even in the era of the Red Army, "the ancestral law is immutable."

The Red Army generals who ignored the fate of the soldiers and died as soon as they were killed and wounded in battles were seized, and they simply took as many as they wanted.

As long as you can win the battle, the number of casualties is secondary or even unimportant.

Sitting in the position of a superior, he can actually compare notes with the soldiers below. Malashenko is the only victorious general who can do this and win battles among the people familiar to Comrade Comrade Political Commissar. .

"Of course it's good that you think so. Although some things are invisible and not known to many people, it does not mean that they did not happen. Those relatives who cried until their tears dried up in front of the graves of their children, husbands, and brothers It is always real and cannot be denied or avoided.”

"It's not easy to protect the lives of your own soldiers, but it's even harder to be a victorious general on the battlefield. To do both at the same time is even more difficult."

"It's an honor to be by your side and see you achieve this achievement. Like you said, there are always things worth doing. You deserve the gratitude of countless mothers, wives and children."

"It's true that we pursue grand narratives, but if there are only bones and nothing else under the grand narrative, then what are we doing in the end? Isn't the ultimate goal of us working hard and sacrificing our lives for the sake of the grand narrative in the first place just for the sake of justice? Can every individual benefit from the grand narrative? "

"That's what I thought, and that's what you did."

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Even after spending so long with Comrade Political Commissar, Comrade Political Commissar's opinions and opinions on some issues still give Malashenko a different feeling.

After carefully savoring what Comrade Political Commissar just said, he continued to walk slowly forward. Before he reached the end of the corridor, he bumped into someone's Malashenko, and then heard a shout of surprise.

"Comrade teacher!? Why are you here?"

As soon as Sulovechenko said these words, it was like a rooster crowing at six o'clock in the morning. All the sleeping warriors around him started to crow, including those who had just pulled off their helmets to use as eye masks. Alsim fell asleep for less than half an hour.

"Ah? What!? Comrade division commander? Where is it? Where is comrade division commander??? Comrade division commander is here"

He was muttering blindly, his head was really sleepy and tired, and he subconsciously struggled to get up. His feet were still swaying. Alsim didn't even have time to stand firm, and before he could finish his words, he fell asleep due to sleep. Seeing the division commander and comrade in front of him in confusion, he stopped abruptly and was stunned on the spot.

"Report! Combat Engineer Captain Alsim reports to you! Comrade Division Commander, I wish you good health!"

He looked at Alsim, who was swaying in the same way just now, but now he was as straight as an electrified housekeeping robot, saluting and reporting to him.

Malashenko patted his capable man on the shoulder, and did not forget to smile and talk to the political commissar comrade beside him.

"What did I tell you before? This guy can take a knife and wipe his neck off even in his sleep. Not everyone has such reaction speed."