Chapter 3019: Slavic Superman's Marriage

The start date of this night raid and capture operation was approaching, and there was little time left for Chen Weiguo to conduct running-in training.

Because he had never cooperated with the Red Army, especially with the "No. 1 Army in the World" like the Leader Army, to go deep into the Japanese-occupied areas.

Chen Weiguo was very familiar with the Anti-Japanese United Army's methods of action, but it was the first time for him to personally experience and understand the tactics of the Leader Army. He worked extra hard on the training ground. He was afraid that he would fall behind or fail to keep up with the progress, delaying the operation.

"Speed ​​up! Run! Move your legs! Haven't you eaten enough? Move faster! Faster!!!"

Just out of the mud pond, his body was dripping with stinky water, and he didn't even have time to pick out the mud that was almost filled in his nostrils.

Chen Weiguo, who was urged by the combat engineer instructor beside him, had no choice but to desperately shake off his two legs that felt increasingly heavy, and continue to run forward and cross the wooden barrier.

Even the AK that had been held in his hand and had never left his palm seemed to be filled with mud and water and became much heavier.

But Chen Weiguo, who gritted his teeth and persisted, never cried out a word of tiredness, and still persevered with his last physical strength.

Standing at the edge of the training ground and looking at this scene, Malashenko, who was quite emotional, neither stopped it nor went down to see Chen Weiguo. He just stood quietly on the earth slope with a good view, continued to look at all this, and spoke quietly.

"Are you testing his quality? Generally speaking, your soldiers should not practice this desperately, especially before the action is about to begin."

The person who accompanied Malashenko and heard this was Alsim, and all this on the training ground was arranged by him.

This kind of training that wears out people's flesh and will to the limit, and even breaks through the upper limit, has been the third day so far, and there is only one day left before the crossing of the river to capture prisoners.

"You will take action tomorrow night. I will not question or interfere with your plan. I just want to hear your evaluation."

Faced with Malashenko's questions, Alsim, who knew what he was doing and believed in himself, replied in a deep voice.

"I do want to test his ability and see what he is really capable of. On the other hand, it is also to enable him to keep up with our pace of action."

"You said that he is a very good and experienced fighter, so such a test must be nothing to him. Compared with what we have experienced in Stalingrad and Berlin, this kind of training is not even the tip of the iceberg. For truly qualified fighters, it can only be regarded as a warm-up exercise."

Alsim did not hide anything. He directly told Malashenko his truest thoughts, goals and plans in full.

And Malashenko has always liked Alsim for this, not only appreciating Alsim's outstanding combat level.

When with Alsim, Malashenko can always know his true thoughts at the first time. This feeling of being treated with unreserved frankness is really quite comfortable.

"You, the political commissar once told me that you think Alsim is too strict with his soldiers. He always uses his own ability level as the standard and treats all soldiers equally, but not all soldiers can keep up with Alsim's pace."

Alsim was stunned when he heard this. He had heard of such things before, but it was not said by the political commissar, but by his predecessor, the company deputy who had died and Sulovichenko's predecessor. After a moment, he still spoke frankly.

"Comrade Commander, I know that not everyone can be like me and achieve my level, but there must be a goal."

"Whether it can be achieved or not is not the point, but there must be motivation to move towards the goal. As the company commander, I lead by example and am right beside everyone. I think it is most appropriate for me to serve as this goal. I don't ask everyone to reach my level, but if every soldier is constantly improving towards this standard, then my goal will be achieved."

After hearing this, Malashenko smiled again, and the words came out immediately after he patted Alsim on the shoulder.

"Yes, look, this is the result."

"Although you always say that you are not suitable for anything else except breaking into battle and killing the enemy. But you see, your ability to lead troops is actually constantly improving, and there are summed up experience and results."

"What I just said to you is the first half of Comrade Political Commissar's sentence; as for the second half, it is almost the same as what you just answered me."

"Comrade Political Commissar told me that he observed your little changes, and you are no longer just a combat hero, and your leadership ability is improving little by little."

"Comrade Political Commissar's ability to identify people has always been trustworthy, but I am still curious about one thing. These little changes are what you realize and are improving yourself little by little, or do you have someone else to guide you? If so, who is that person? Introduce him to me, and I will see if I can reuse and promote him, so as to cultivate talents."

""

Malashenko's words were somewhat unexpected. Arsim was unable to answer for a while, his face was frozen, as if he was in some kind of contemplation.

Seeing this, Malashenko realized that this matter might be complicated. Since Arsim couldn't answer his question directly, it must be complicated.

But it wasn't a big deal. Malashenko was not in a hurry to get an answer, so he just decided to turn the page and talk about something else.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of contemplation, Alsim had already spoken first.

"It was my former deputy company commander, Comrade Commander. He had been trying to help me improve in a good direction before he died."

""

Unexpectedly, Alsim's answer would be like this. Knowing that he had asked the wrong question and inadvertently exposed someone's scar, Malashenko wanted to ask something else.

But he had already raised his hand, but finally chose to put it down. It was not what Malashenko wanted to hurt others because of curiosity.

"Forget it, I'm sorry to make you mention these, I apologize to you. Let's talk about something else, let's talk about Chen Weiguo."

"You have trained him for three days, how do you feel? Can he cross the river with you? Is he qualified according to your standards? Don't care about his relationship with me, just tell me according to the actual situation."

When Malashenko asked about Chen Weiguo, Alsim, whose face changed and returned to normal, spoke immediately.

"His ability is indeed very outstanding, even beyond my previous expectations."

"At first, I thought he might lack physical strength because of his yellow physique, and wanted to test his bottom line. But in reality, he made up for it with his tenacious will, which was unexpected to me."

"How far a person can persist is largely not determined by the physical limit, because often before reaching the real physical limit, the will will collapse first. But in Chen Weiguo, I have seen a will that is stronger than his body. His willpower is higher than his physical limit, which means that he can really go all out."

In terms of infantry combat level, the person that Malashenko admires most in the entire leader army is Arsim.

Malashenko also knows Arsim's character better. In his social circle, only he recognizes others, and no one recognizes him.

That is to say, Alsim will never take the initiative to curry favor with someone or flatter someone just because he has been recognized by someone; only when he recognizes someone, can the door of friendship be opened and it work.

From commanders to soldiers, Alsim treats everyone in this way, without exception.

This is why the "Slavic Superman" has strong combat power but few friends, which is almost inversely proportional, even though his deeds have long been known and highly regarded.

It is not easy to get the recognition of the Slavic Superman, or to get the recognition of Alsim, which is itself a kind of affirmation.

Especially in terms of personal combat ability, in the field of infantry combat where Alsim is most proficient.

In this way, Malashenko's cognition and evaluation of Chen Weiguo will naturally be refreshed to a higher level. Even though Malashenko had already guessed that the result would be like this, Alsim's words still carry a lot of weight.

"This is the power of faith, Alsim."

"Weiguo, and many of his comrades, all of them are devoted to the faith they pursue throughout their lives. No matter how powerful the enemy is, they cannot break their will, let alone a small training ground. I call them "comrades" with all my heart and I admire them very much. I also believe that you two will become good friends."

Alsim smiled and nodded when he heard this. Just looking at his expression, you can tell that the relationship between the two is actually quite good, which is also within Malashenko's expectations.

But when he mentioned faith, Malashenko remembered something.

Something that he had always known the answer to, but had never mentioned it to Alsim in person.

Maybe now is the right time to ask in person.

It's not for anything else, but Malashenko hopes that Alsim can have a more promising future.

"Speaking of faith, what is your faith, Alsim?"

For almost everyone around Malashenko, this is a question that can be answered without thinking, but it is different for Alsim.

Malashenko knew the answer, and so did Asim.

But Asim didn't know what kind of answer the commander wanted. He didn't know whether he should tell the truth on this issue.

"Same as before, Asim. You always speak your mind to me, and this question is no exception."

""

With Malashenko's encouragement, Asim simply gave it a go, even though this was the first time he had said something that had been buried in his heart and never told anyone.

"My faith is you, commander. Your sword is the meaning and direction of my battle. I don't care about anything else except you."

"I, Asim, am a rough man. I don't understand those bullshit principles. I only know how to eat, drink, kill enemies and sleep. I was dragged into the army because the person who dragged me in was attracted by my killing skills. It wasn't until I met you that everything started to change."

If he had known the answer would be like this, Malashenko looked calm after hearing this, and continued to speak quietly while looking at the soldiers training on the training ground.

"What kind of difference is it?"

""

Arsim was stunned, but he answered without hesitation.

"I don't know. To be honest, I don't even know what faith is. I see them talking about faith all day long. I don't think I have anything to believe in. I just believe in Comrade Commander. That's my faith, Arsim."

""

Hearing this, Malashenko shook his head with a helpless laugh.

Hearing such an "innocent and cute" answer was paired with Alsim's invincible record.

If Alsim hadn't been following Malashenko for a long time, Malashenko would have already known the basics and wouldn't even be able to associate this answer with a top combat hero.

Alsim had a lot to learn, and it was useless to go too far. After much thought, Malashenko could only start with the most basic things.

"One day you will move to a higher position, Alsim, to be where I am today or even higher."

"But before that, you must first learn to step out of my shadow. I can guide you on the battlefield, but I cannot and should not shape your life. I am still your most trustworthy comrade and comrade-in-arms. All the time, that will never change.”

"We must understand why we took action, and look back at what we have experienced along the way so far and why."

"You are already strong enough, but I still want you to become stronger. Only by stepping out of my shadow can you truly do this. Try to stand outside my shadow and think about the future direction and think about what is real. Faith, I will still help you when you need it, okay?"

How to make Alsim correctly understand his intentions and not mistakenly think that he is deliberately alienating him. How to grasp this degree was once a headache for Malashenko.

Now, seeing the look in Alsim's eyes, Malashenko finally let go of his hanging heart.

"I understand that you are doing it for my own good, Comrade Commander. No matter how difficult it is, I will do it for you. Alsim promises to complete the mission!"

Having this determination is at least a good start. Malashenko, who knows that he has to take a long-term approach, does not expect anything more now. After settling one concern with a smile, he immediately brought up another important life event about Alsim.

"By the way, how far have you and your German sister gotten along recently? When we're almost done, remember to send me an invitation and I'll personally host your wedding. How about that?"

Yes, Alsim is in love.

What's even more unbelievable is that his wife is a prisoner he picked up from the battlefield, so to speak.

The East Prussian woman named Emily didn't know what kind of magic she had, so she pried open the tin can that Alsim walked around after seeing the woman.

What Malashenko didn't expect was that this woman was over thirty years old, older than Alsim.

What? A dignified Slavic superman or a dominatrix? Want to punish "female juniors, hold gold bricks"?

The curious Malashenko even took a moment to take a look from a distance without disturbing the person involved.

I saw that the sister was indeed tall and good-looking. She looked as if she was in her twenties when she was thirty years old.

But if you really want to say that you are beautiful, you are limited to being above average among ordinary people. Even when she went to the field hospital of the Leader's Army, she could pick out a bunch of people with better looks than her.

Malashenko suspected that there was something bad going on. Was it a naughty temptress who was harming my most powerful general?

No, we have to find out the details.

Unexpectedly, this investigation.

Hey, guess what?

Not only was that sister's background not black, she was also a member of the German Communist Party, so she couldn't urinate in the same pot as Nazis.

She also works as a "mother" in an orphanage, taking care of a large group of war orphans. Her children were not abandoned even when the Red Army came.

This is no longer an ordinary outstanding lesbian, but an outstanding lesbian with high moral character that can stand the test.

The only thing is that this sister has a problem with her loving comrade.

But he is not that kind of crazy person. He has opinions but can retain them. This is enough in Malashenko's opinion.

As for being a German?

It's not a problem, after all, she will no longer be German soon, and the place in East Prussia will need to be renamed.

Knowing how difficult it is for an "iron tree to bloom" like Alsim to find a girl who likes him, he follows the traditional virtue of "it would be better to demolish ten temples than ruin one marriage".

After checking the details, it was found that there was no problem, and it was feasible in practice. Malashenko believed that he supported Alsim's free love and not engaged in arranged marriages.

It hasn't been a short time so far. The sister named Emily has now been assigned to work in the field hospital. According to Anya, she is still a nice and warm-hearted person. Arsim also naturally became a frequent visitor to the field hospital, running even more diligently than Malashenko.

It's just that this is the first time in history that Malashenko seriously asked Alsim about it.

He had always wanted to tell Malashenko about this matter, but Alsim, who had not found a suitable opportunity, simply admitted it when Comrade Commander asked him about it, knowing that he could not hide it.

"The time for the wedding has not been decided yet, Comrade Commander. In fact, it is mainly because of my family, my father, he may not agree, and he might beat me up."

The Nazi couldn't beat the Slavic Superman, but the Slavic Superman's father could. The Slavic Superman didn't dare to fight back even when he was beaten.

Malashenko has known for a long time that Alsim is a man who respects father's authority.

In fact, the more remote and remote a person is, the more normal this is.

Thinking about it, most old Soviet fathers would not be able to accept their heroic son, so they brought back a German woman who was a few years older and said they wanted to get married.

Arsim is afraid of his father, and he can't rely on him to solve the problem. If he goes, even the marriage may be cancelled.

There is no other way at this point. After a little thought, Malashenko has made up his mind and spoke quietly.

"Well, the Far East is your hometown anyway. After we finish this war and deal with the Japanese devils, I will go to your house and tell your father."

"I will personally guarantee that you can get this marriage. If your father disagrees, I will live in your house to let him see my sincerity, and he will have to provide me with food! Your father can't use a shotgun to drive me away, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, the overjoyed Arsim was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He stuttered and didn't know how to start, and was finally beaten by Malashenko.

"Okay, I understand your intentions. There's no need to say anything extra. Men know what they should know."

"If you really want to thank me, I'll tell you the simplest way. Help those inhumane Japanese devils on the other side of the river and let them see how powerful you are, and that's how you thank me."

Alsim, filled with gratitude, did not hesitate and vowed on the spot to leave those Japanese devils with an unforgettable impression for life.

So Malashenko knew about it, and Alsim also knew about it.

Who else didn't know?

I'm afraid that only the Japanese devils involved didn't know about it, but they will soon experience it for themselves.