Chapter 292 On the Wine Table

In silence, I listened to Colonel Petrov telling me about the tragic battle under the city of Kiev. This battle was the most tragic defeat of the Red Army in the entire World War II. It is almost impossible to describe it with such a pale and dry word as tragic.

"The comrades in the field hospital performed an emergency amputation on me. Fortunately, the wound was treated in time and did not ulcerate or get infected, so I was lucky enough to save my life."

"After just a simple rest for two days, I immediately asked my superiors to send me back to the front line of the battle. However, after completely losing my entire right arm, even the most basic shooting is a problem. The front-line combat troops will not want a disabled person to join the battle anyway. Now I think that it may be the right decision for my superiors to reject my request."

He raised the bottle beside him and filled himself with another full glass. The vortex of the wine in the dim light and the dazzling vortex in the shaking glass was just like the restlessness in Colonel Petrov's heart at this moment.

"Those few days were probably the most depressing time in my life. I couldn't accept the fact that I had become a useless person. I was almost like giving up on myself. I even refused to take medicine and thought about committing suicide."

"But it was at this time that my old classmate who worked in the Moscow Ministry of Internal Affairs found out about my situation on the front line by some means, and summoned me to the Moscow Ministry of Internal Affairs with a transfer order. At the same time, he also attached a promotion order in the name of commanding troops to break through and make military achievements. I was probably the first person to go to the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs with one arm."

"After returning to Moscow, I realized that this guy who graduated from the Party School with me was much better than me in the front-line troops in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He has become a major general in terms of rank alone. If I remember correctly, this guy should be the best among our graduates of that period."

After listening to Colonel Petrov's words of emotion, Malashenko was thoughtful, and the slightly questioning expression that quietly passed in his eyes was seen by Colonel Petrov.

"It's no accident that we were able to take down that bastard Kamarov."

"Since the outbreak of the war, the situation in and around Moscow has become extremely severe. Finns, Germans, and even Americans and British, these spies of all kinds always want to get the first-hand intelligence they want most from Moscow."

"The German and Finnish spies who refused to settle down even planned several assassinations and sabotage operations. Some party members who were corrupted and bought by the conditions they offered did not hesitate to sell out their motherland and work for these Nazi fascist running dogs, so this situation must be curbed!"

"The task of the Special Operations Department is to find out and eliminate the Those spy networks, and at the same time, we must pull out those dirty traitors hidden among our comrades! "

"Although a guy like Kamarov is completely bad, according to the current investigation materials, he has at least not had any contact with any spy organization, so it will not implicate his family. At most, he will be tried alone."

After saying this, he gently raised the wine glass in his hand and signaled to Malashenko. After understanding Colonel Petrov's intention, Malashenko immediately raised the wine glass on the table in front of him. The throat-piercing strong liquor that he drank in one gulp had an indescribable taste in this special atmosphere.

"So you have found the meaning of fighting again, right?"

The so-called battle not only takes place on the front line where artillery fire is flying, but also on the rear anti-espionage front where open and secret arrows are intertwined. It is also a life-and-death struggle without gunpowder. If Uncle Petrov can really adapt to such a new environment and restore his state of mind, it will be the best in Malashenko's opinion.

Malashenko, who was holding a glass of wine and remained silent, did not wait too long. After thinking for a moment with a calm look, Colonel Petrov spoke again with a tone as firm as at the beginning.

"I have thought a lot since I came to the current environment. Since I have lost an arm and can no longer participate in the front-line battles, it is inevitable that no matter how reluctant I am to admit it, it will not change at all."

"Instead of sinking like this, it is better to face the cruel reality bravely like Comrade Pavel Korchagin and make changes. I have helped countless comrades who have sunk their wills to walk out of the psychological shadows, and the road to self-salvation should also be completed by myself. This is like a political task. For me, there is only one choice that must be completed."

It is natural that this result is the best thing for Malashenko, who is determined to see his uncle Peter develop in a good direction, to see that Colonel Petrov can still rekindle his original fighting spirit after suffering so many blows in succession.

The atmosphere gradually became more relaxed and the two began to drink together. Even Natalia, whose alcohol tolerance was much lower than that of the two men, drank a lot and her cheeks flushed.

Malashenko and Colonel Petrov talked a lot that night, starting with the memories of Division Commander Cherniaev and ending with the hatred of Red Army scum like Kamarov. Malashenko, who had left many common memories along the way, had never been able to pour out all the words in his heart like tonight.

"I heard that you were urgently transported back to Moscow from the Leningrad front by plane for treatment. This is at least the treatment of a commander, Malashenko. You are really beyond my imagination now."

Colonel Petrov, who drank more and more and had a bigger tongue, gradually began to lose control of his mouth. Colonel Petrov, who was always cautious in his words and deeds, never took the initiative to talk about other people's treatment.

In addition to Colonel Petrov being a little drunk, he was able to say such words to Malashenko. Malashenko's rapid promotion based on his own strength was what really surprised and curious him.

"Treatment of the commander? Uncle, don't laugh at me. Have you seen a commander driving a tank to fight the German fascists with bayonets? In Leningrad, I almost turned the tank into a tractor, which was specially used to hit the Germans. If the tanks of those Germans were not so bad, it would be unknown whether I could sit here and drink now."