Chapter 3215: Heading Towards an Unknown Future

Malachenko knew that although he still held the title of general in name, he could hardly protect himself in reality. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was at the mercy of others.

At present, there was really no better way except to follow Vatutin's arrangement.

Indeed, if he continued to stay in Moscow, he would attract more attention and concern, and if he was not careful, he might bring disaster to his family.

Vatutin was right. He had no choice now. It would be better and safer for them to stay away from their families.

In addition, there was Vatutin's personal guarantee, and Malachenko, who had no reason to refuse, nodded and agreed.

"I understand, Comrade Commander, I will do as you planned. But please give me some time. I want to say goodbye to my family. I don't know when I will see them again."

Vatutin, who shuddered when he heard Malachenko say this, lamented even more.

Since the end of the Great Patriotic War, Malashenko has not had time to spend even a whole day with his family. He either comes back for a meeting to visit his family or passes by his home on the way to a business trip.

It is such a meritorious general, a well-known hero of the motherland, who has now fallen to the point where he has no place to stay in Moscow.

When did things start to become like this? Why did it become like this today?

Vatutin, who felt inexplicably desolate, could not think of an answer, and had no other way. Now there is no choice but to take Malashenko away immediately.

"I'm ready, comrade commander, you can go."

""

Vatutin, who didn't expect it to be so fast, looked at Malashenko, and then looked at Natalia, who was holding a child in one hand behind Malashenko, and instantly understood what was going on with the suitcase that Malashenko had packed in advance.

Perhaps in the past so many years, Natalia has also been like this, always packing everything for her husband, and then sending her husband away with the children.

I just don't know when I will return again after this farewell.

There was no consolation, because even Vatutin himself did not know the answer. He could only say that he would do his best for the unknown future. He spoke slowly as he stood up from the sofa.

"Let's go. Take care, Comrade Natalia."

Malashenko, who followed Vatutin downstairs with his suitcase, still looked back every few steps, looking in the direction of his home from time to time.

At first, Vatutin did not understand why, so he looked up and found that Natalia was holding two children by the window, looking at her husband and father.

The two children, who did not know what had happened or where their father was going, were still waving their little hands to Malashenko, who was ready to get on the car downstairs, and their childish calls for farewell were echoing in everyone's ears.

"Goodbye, Dad!"

"Have a safe journey, Dad!"

Malashenko, who was also waving goodbye to his family, could not bear to stay any longer. He took a last look in the direction of his family and then turned around to get on the car.

Like Malashenko, Vatutin waved goodbye to Natalia and the two children. After thinking about it, he decided to ride with Malashenko. He followed him to the other side and opened the door to get on the bus.

It was just not long after getting on the bus, but the state of Malashenko next to him made Vatutin startled.

"I'm sorry for them, comrade commander. I've been married for 12 years, and there has never been a day when I didn't feel guilty. Natalia has done so much for me, but now she has to bear this with the children because of me. I'm sorry for them, sorry for them!"

At least in Vatutin's impression, the last time he saw Malashenko cry so much was when Political Commissar Petrov died that year.

Malashenko is not without weaknesses, his family is.

After all the troubles, even he can't care, but he feels sorry for his family. Facing Malashenko, whose tears can't stop flowing, the only thing Vatutin can do now is to put his hand on the back of Malashenko's hand and speak comfortingly.

"Hold on, Malashenko. We have been through a lot together, and the road is long and full of thorns. Nothing will go smoothly."

"But I believe that there will always be sunshine after the haze passes, just like Comrade Lenin said, there will be bread, there will be milk, and difficulties will always pass, so we must hold on."

Malashenko, whose sadness was only short-lived, knew what he should do, and he could also calmly face the next road.

Just when the convoy had just left the edge of Moscow and was about to head straight for the airport in the suburbs, Malashenko suddenly remembered something and hurriedly spoke to Vatutin.

"Comrade Commander, please wait. I forgot one thing, and I have to go to a very important place. It won't take too much time. I hope you allow it."

"What is that place? Where are you going?"

"I want to see Comrade Political Commissar again."

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No need to say anything more. It was the funeral that he personally presided over that year. Vatutin certainly understood Malashenko's feelings and could see the glimmer of longing in Malashenko's eyes.

If I cannot see my family again for a long time in the future, then Comrade Political Commissar, who is buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery in the suburbs of Moscow, will not be able to see them either.

Understanding why Malashenko did this, Vatutin did not think much about it. He immediately gave an order to the guard driving in front and changed lanes to go straight to the new destination.

After a long time, Malashenko stood in front of the grave of the political commissar again. He felt an indescribable sadness and longing in his heart, and always thought how nice it would be if he could hear that familiar voice again.

"I'm leaving, Comrade Political Commissar. I may not be able to see you for a long time. I'm sorry."

"Sometimes I always wonder, if you are still here, how would you teach me, tell me how to face the current difficulties, and tell me what to do."

"Oh, it sounds like a child who has not grown up. But I really want to hear your voice again, even if it's just a simple chat. I really want to hear it so much. Once is enough."

"But you once told me that no matter what happens, the road must be firmly walked. All the difficulties and obstacles we have experienced are a test. The difference lies in whether we can survive it."

"I will not forget your teachings to me, never."

"Have a good rest. I swear I will come back to see you again. I promise."

"Goodbye, Comrade Political Commissar."

After a standard salute, he turned around and put on his hat while leaving.

Although he didn't know when he would see Comrade Political Commissar again, Malashenko, who had already walked to the gate of the cemetery and came to the car to leave, and looked back at the Prime Minister for the last time, knew one thing.

As long as the road ahead can continue, I will never give up.

The plot during the Cold War may seem a little tortuous, and Lao Ma has fallen into a trough, but the final result will be good. I have written so many words, so there is no need to criticize you again in the finale, so please rest assured.