Chapter 2981: The Hero in the Land of Gentleness

When Malashenko just found Anya, the scene was nothing like a lover meeting.

Anya, who was running out in a hurry with a blood plate, bumped into Malashenko who had just arrived outside the operating room, and the red hemostatic forceps and scalpel on the plate were scattered all over the floor.

"Comrade, how could you do this? The operation is in progress, but you are standing at the door blocking it."

Anya, who was wearing a nurse cap and a large mask on her face, stopped talking before she finished.

Just standing here is like an iron tower. The tall body of more than 1.9 meters tall needs to be looked up by oneself. When you look up, you see a familiar face that you have been thinking about day and night.

"Sorry, I disturbed your work."

A female nurse who happened to pass by the door of the operating room just came out of another operating room and saw this scene. Of course, she also recognized the two people in front of her as Anya and Comrade Commander at a glance.

There is almost nothing that can be called a secret between best friends. Of course, the best friend who knew the relationship between the commander and Anya was very good at handling things. She even took the initiative to pick up the things that fell on the ground without Anya saying anything.

"I just don't have anything to do, Anya, you do yours first, I'll go in and help you deal with it."

"Hey——"

Anya wanted to raise her hand to say something, but before she could say anything, she saw her best friend picking up the things scattered on the ground and quickly putting them on a plate. Without saying a word, she picked it up and trotted to the instrument room not far away.

The speed of the action could not be stopped. In the end, Anya was left with only a quickly receding back and the sound of trotting footsteps, leaving the two people standing in front of the operating room door.

"It seems that someone is willing to help us. We should thank them later."

Looking at the figure of the little nurse leaving and talking to himself, before he could turn around, Malashenko, who was somewhat unexpected, was directly thrown into the arms of Anya beside him and hugged tightly on the spot.

His hands were no longer as confused and trapped as before. Malashenko, who gently stroked Anya's back to comfort her, was indeed very guilty.

No matter which beauty came to him, it seemed that he had no time to accompany any of them, even Anya, who was closest to him physically.

"I'm sorry that I haven't come to see you all this time. I'm sorry, dear."

"Okay, don't say these things. I know that Comrade Commander is busy with military affairs now, right? Your presence here is my biggest surprise today, even if you tell me that you want to leave now."

""

People are all made of flesh and blood, and Malashenko is not an alternative with a heart of stone.

I already felt guilty towards Anya, and now I heard this, and I felt bad. Fortunately, I would not let the girl's surprise end here today.

"That won't happen, dear, we can be together for a long time today, a long time"

"Let's go, let's talk outside, there should be this time."

Gently took off the mask on Anya's face, stretched out his hand and scratched the bridge of her nose with his index finger.

Malashenko clearly remembered that Anya was particularly fond of this inconspicuous little action, which he accidentally discovered during a date.

Later, he tried it a few more times and found that Anya always looked happy like a little girl getting a new skirt. Now looking at this happy smile, I really remembered it correctly.

In terms of strong personality, Anya, who pushed me on my butt when they first met and almost slapped me again, is actually not as strong as Jill, that little girl.

Anya has always given Malashenko the feeling that "if you love, love firmly."

If Natalia is tender and gentle, she is the spiritual haven that every man dreams of. Just like a bay of clear water and a quiet breeze on the dock, she can make the most exhausted fisherman feel the love and beauty of the world, just like in Katyusha's song.

Then Anya should be like a bonfire that warms people's body and mind in the endless night, lingering with passionate leaps around the adventurers who are tired from the journey and are about to get out of the wilderness. In the warmth all over the body, she gives people the most passionate temperature and the hope to continue walking in the endless black smoke.

Even now, Malashenko's feelings for Anya remain unchanged. This passionate and determined girl for love has always been by his side.

At the closest distance, he keeps a distance, not wanting to cause any trouble to the person he loves because of his overflowing thoughts and emotions.

"When you need me, I am here. I am always here. I am by your side, watching you quietly. This is my greatest happiness."

This sentence that I heard a long time ago rang in my ears again. It has not changed after a long time and the test of war.

Malashenko breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that even the depths of his soul were healed by this warmth, and felt the warmth of his arms being supported by his lover and being embraced by his lover, even if it was only temporary.

They sat quietly on the bench at the bus stop not far from the entrance of the field hospital, just like this, leaning on each other, looking at the ruins of Berlin, which was in ruins and in need of reconstruction, and the remains of the Tiger King, which was less than a hundred meters away and was beaten into a pile of twisted scrap metal.

Malashenko just hopes that the passage of time at this moment can be slower and slower. It is precisely because this warmth that is within reach is so precious and so reluctant to let go that Malashenko in a daze feels that he is getting better. Fa can't see the future direction clearly.

Hundreds of thousands of Nazis roared and swooped in, fighting for their lives, but the well-known Soviet tank hero never wavered in the slightest.

But in just a few minutes, the girl's gentle village was able to accomplish what hundreds of thousands of Nazi troops, armed to the teeth, had done everything they could in four years.

No matter what, the road must continue to move forward. Although the road ahead is unknown, it is precisely because it is unknown that it is waiting for people to write and create.

It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will still be like this in the future, until the end on the other side remains the same.

Feeling the fullness of Anya leaning slightly on his arm, Malashenko reached out and brushed Anya's long hair like the sea, and then spoke quietly.

"Maybe I'm not qualified to say this. I haven't been around you for a long time but I always make demands of you. This has always made me feel guilty."

With her happy and satisfied smile, she could guess what her lover was about to say. Anya, who hugged Malashenko's arm tighter, also spoke quietly.

"You tell me, I'm listening. As long as you are still willing to tell me, I will always listen like this."

""

You can feel that the entire space around you is almost filled with this passionate love, filling every ray of air and flowing endlessly.

Malashenko, who was willing to let this time last longer, spoke very slowly, and there was no hint that this was the usual "steel butcher" who would eradicate the Nazis completely when he saw them.

"There will be a party tonight, my dear, will you come with me?"

"Party?! Me???"

As if she suddenly heard something particularly unexpected, Anya, who was still leaning quietly on her lover's arm, suddenly raised her head and looked quite surprised.

A woman's heart is as deep as the bottom of the sea, and even someone as strong as Comrade Lao Ma can't say that he knows a woman's pulse with certainty. There is indeed a gap in thinking between rational creatures and perceptual creatures that cannot be ignored based on scientific research and objective facts.

Precisely because he understood this truth, Malashenko did not immediately speak with his own judgment. Instead, he waited for Anya's next words, and it would only be better to respond later.

"Oh my god, look at me like this, I don't have any beautiful clothes, I'm even covered in blood, I'm"

At the end of the sentence, Anya's squeaking whisper reached the point where even she could hardly hear her voice.

If he hadn't finally mustered up the courage, Malashenko probably wouldn't have been able to hear the last sentence clearly.

"Am I suitable? It will only embarrass you if you do this."

""

Speaking of which, it was the first time for Malashenko to see a passionate girl become like this, so flustered and at a loss.

It's not because of anything else, just simply because of the man she loves deeply.

Put yourself completely in his shoes, think about him, think about his identity and the honor of the troops under his command. I feel that my state is completely incompatible with the word "banquet" and everything it derives from.

It's not out of personal unwillingness or unwillingness, but because I feel that I'm not worthy, and if I go, it will bring bad consequences.

""

Malashenko could have expected that this would be the case, but now that he was sure, he was more confident to speak, and the words he had already organized were gentle to Anya.

"But you are the one I love. Nothing is more important than this. This is enough."

The dinner, held in a restaurant on the same street as where the leader's army headquarters is located, officially opened on time and on schedule.

Although the scale of this dinner was deliberately limited by Malashenko, after all, the war had only ended not long ago, and the city was full of ruins and war refugees who were living a miserable life, so it was not suitable for a big event.

However, because the organizer was at the military level, high-level military and political personnel from the leading army were also present, which was necessary for high-level exchanges between the two militaries.

In addition, Jack, who was on time for the appointment, also directly pulled a convoy over; a dozen or nearly twenty people got out of the car, all of whom were senior officials and senior staff members of the Fourth Armored Division under his command, holding hands with The Red Army came here for the same purpose of high-level exchanges between the two armies. To put it bluntly, the meal was just a casual visit.

After all, if you really come to this kind of occasion just to have a full stomach, I would suggest you not to come, really.

Therefore, if the entourage and accompanying persons were included in this dinner party, the total number of people would still reach over 50.

It's not a huge crowd, but it's really lively with people coming and going.

The time when the U.S. and Soviet armies laughed and toasted together like this will probably soon be gone and will become a thing of the past.

And it was just as Comrade Political Commissar expected and Malashenko imagined.

The second leading actor of this dinner party is currently very popular in the United States, and is called the "Congress-customized version of the God of War" by those who don't like him or even hate him. The 4th Armored Division of the U.S. Army Division Commander—Major General Jack Morrison.

He was already wearing a newly ironed U.S. Army major general dress, carrying two silver stars that were brighter than diamonds, and walking on the red carpet with the aura of an absolute protagonist. He was held by the arm of his "major general's wife" in a gorgeous evening dress, showing their love in public. He walked in, smiled and waved to everyone.

Until he stood in front of Malashenko, he finally got his wish and smiled and spoke.