Chapter 3225 After the Storm

Although Malashenko had tried to stop and save the relationship, Zhukov, who insisted on his own way and attacked Malashenko, inevitably came to this step and ended in tragedy.

Khrushchev, who used and discarded Zhukov, dismissed him on the spot and gave him a bunch of black hats for free, which made Zhukov not only sent back home to eat himself, but also became notorious.

Zhukov, who threatened to use Malashenko as a "negative example", had not had time to do it, but the same experience fell on him. In the end, it was Zhukov who threatened at the beginning who became the "negative example".

Lavrinenko was very happy to know who had caused his good brother to be treated like this, but Malashenko, who received the confirmation news in the next few days, was not like that. He even felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"Now your crisis has been temporarily resolved, Malashenko, it is still worth being happy."

"But some situations are still uncertain, so I said this is only temporary, and the specific results will depend on the subsequent developments. I will pay attention to it in real time, and I will contact you as soon as there is new news."

Vatutin, who called Malashenko to his office, was telling the good news to his most capable general.

But as he was talking, he found that Malashenko's expression did not seem very happy, and he was not even happy, but gave people an indescribable feeling.

Even Vatutin, who had worked together for so many years, could not tell what his old subordinate was thinking.

"It seems that you have something on your mind, is it convenient to talk about it?"

""

Hearing this, Malashenko raised his head and found that Vatutin, who was sitting on another single sofa next to him, was looking at him, his expression was not an order but a concern.

Malashenko, who did not want to hide anything, spoke slowly.

"It's about Marshal Zhukov, comrade commander."

"Well, I can guess, you continue, if it's convenient."

""

Malachenko, who had nothing to say, thought for a moment, and quickly answered in Vatutin's concerned and waiting eyes.

"I just feel sorry and annoyed that I couldn't stop him. He obviously didn't have to go this way. A person who should have left a name in history ended up like this. It shouldn't be like this."

"Maybe some way or some means could prevent him from going to this end, but I'm sorry I couldn't do it. I owe Marshal Zhukov an apology. This is what I want to say to him."

It's not surprising that Malachenko would think and say this. From the moment Malachenko opened his mouth, Vatutin, who was also thinking, still wanted to tell Malachenko something else.

"You don't owe him anything, Malashenko. Unlike the collective, a person chooses his own path. No one forces him or instigates him. He chooses to take this path. At the end of this path, there is an inevitable result waiting for him. From the moment he decides to go to the end of a path, everything is doomed."

Thinking back to the time when Zhukov helped him a lot, and he also enlightened and encouraged him to cheer up when he encountered setbacks and difficulties.

Vatutin, who lamented the impermanence of the world, did not want to see such a result, but the situation could only be like this. It was inevitable that whatever path he took would have the result.

He, Malashenko, and no one else could change anything or reverse this reality. At the moment, Vatutin was glad that he took Malashenko away from the vortex as soon as possible.

"Fortunately, you are fine, Malashenko. You still have a long way to go in the future, and there are still many opportunities for you. It is also thanks to you that you rejected Zhukov's solicitation and did not follow him on that road, otherwise-"

Vatutin shook his head and did not continue to speak. What was the result of not being able to speak out? It can only be said that everyone understands what he meant, and Malashenko himself understands it, so there is no need to say more.

A storm has passed, and it is still unknown what kind of future is waiting ahead.

Malashenko, who continued to stay in East Germany according to Vatutin's advice, is still doing what he should do day after day.

In addition to assisting Lavrinenko in handling military affairs as a deputy, he is also constantly writing some opinions and suggestions on the development and reform of the combined arms model, participating in the revision of new and old textbooks that the Red Army is doing every year, and using this brain that does not belong to this era for more than ten years, and continuing to work hard in his position.

"Sometimes I really feel that they are really ruthless in employing people. You are even busier than the editor-in-chief of TASS. I estimate that your daily clerical workload is the highest among all personnel of the same level in the entire army. Think about the days in the war years. It was not like this. At that time, you were busy running around commanding battles, and the clerical work was done by the political commissar and the commissar--"

""

Not only did Lavrinenko's unfinished words stop abruptly, but Malashenko, who was revising the old textbooks and marking his opinions word by word, also stopped writing with his pen instantly.

The scene was a little awkward for a while, and the atmosphere was quite solidified. In the end, it was Lavrinenko who shook his head and spoke.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say this. Speaking of which, I also miss Comrade Political Commissar. I really want to have a chance to go back to Moscow to see him."

"You know? Sometimes I feel very fortunate for Comrade Political Commissar."

"Please explain it clearly. I don't quite understand. What are you fortunate for?"

Because Malashenko said it suddenly, Lavrinenko was confused and didn't know what it meant. Malashenko's next words came out quickly.

"I'm glad that Comrade Political Commissar didn't see what's happening now."

"What do you think if an old proletarian fighter who has fought for the revolutionary cause and great ideals all his life and died without regrets sees the bad things we are facing now?"

"To be able to do such a thing is a blasphemy against ideals and beliefs. I don't want Comrade Political Commissar to see this. If a person's life is destined to have an end, then ending at the most hopeful and sunny moment is undoubtedly a near-perfect, what do you think?"

Lavrinenko nodded slightly in thought, but didn't speak.

It was just that an unexpected visitor from afar suddenly arrived at this time, but Malashenko and Lavrinenko, who heard the name, couldn't help but look at each other at the same time.

"Malokov, here? Why did he come all the way here at this time?"