Chapter 480 Father's Gaze

It is obviously not appropriate to criticize Corporal Valentin for being wrong by using the facts that are happening now.

But Malashenko did not know how to explain some deep things to Corporal Valentin who had never been on the battlefield. These things that could not be perfectly expressed in words could only be experienced on the battlefield. Sometimes even Malashenko himself did not know what kind of existence this inexplicable feeling was.

"If people have the ability to predict death, then I am probably coming to the end. Where will people like me go after they die? Will I still be in the original world and the Moscow hotel after the Red Square parade when I wake up? Oh, who knows."

It is still too early to say whether the casual words can become reality.

However, as the car stopped lightly in front of a small building that looked a little yellow, there was at least one thing that Malashenko could be sure of at the moment.

"We are here, Comrade Malashenko. This is the residence arranged by your fiancée."

When the German army approached Moscow, all the satellite villages scattered along the entire Moscow city were evacuated, and the families of the Red Army were given priority for safe transfer.

As the fiancée of the Red Army tank hero Malashenko, who was appreciated by the supreme leader Comrade Stalin, became popular with the Red Army god of war General Zhukov, and was often mentioned by the Red Army Chief of Staff Shaposhnikov.

Almost all the Red Army officers and department heads responsible for the transfer and evacuation of the masses, without exception, selectively forgot Natalia's identity as a descendant of the Tsarist Russian aristocracy.

The person in charge of the transfer and evacuation work, who did not dare to neglect it, arranged Natalia in a small apartment building in the core area of ​​Moscow that looked pretty good.

At a time when the whole Moscow was filled with air raid sirens, this level of proper arrangement was already regarded as the treatment of a five-star hotel in late 1941.

In his heart, he knew very clearly that Natalia could be properly placed in such a residence because of his own halo. Malashenko, who did not think there was anything wrong with all this, subconsciously recalled the words of another Malashenko's exhortation to him before leaving.

As the memory and thoughts in his mind continued to slowly revolve, Malashenko suddenly realized that the real reason why Natalia had everything now was entirely due to himself.

If he died on the front line one day, what would be Natalia's fate?

Was she tried and sentenced to death as a descendant of the remnant of the Tsarist nobles? Malashenko realized this possibility but shook his head slightly and felt that it was unlikely. If so, it would be too chilling for the majority of Red Army soldiers.

Although those who had already been famous in the original history would continue to take care of Natalia after their death, this was a fact that Malashenko could be sure of now.

But when those who could protect Natalia after his death were also overthrown, persecuted and sidelined, what kind of situation would Natalia fall into at that time? Would she die in extreme sorrow? From the perspective of Malashenko's consciousness now after taking over the control of this body and meeting Natalia for the first time, this possibility is not absolutely impossible.

Malashenko, whose brain thinking activity soared, did not realize that his subconscious mind had begun to develop various extended thoughts around Natalia as the core of the problem.

Although it sounds a bit unbelievable, it seems to have a very subtle connection with Malashenko's inherited body.

Since Natalia did not receive the notice of Malashenko's return in advance, the process of going upstairs was still completed under the leadership of Corporal Valentin who had received the order from his superiors.

This antique-looking building has existed since the Tsarist era. After being transformed by the Soviet regime, many symbols and signs representing the feudal dynasty no longer exist. Instead, a large portrait of Comrade Stalin is hung in the center of the hall on the first floor. The gaze of the kind father made Malashenko shudder.

"Damn, it feels different to look at Stalin's portrait in this era. It's really the power of the kind father."

Malashenko, who was muttering in his heart, had just followed the steps of Corporal Valentin to the second floor at the corner of the stairs. A man with hurried steps bumped into Malashenko without expecting it.

"Oh! Glasses, my glasses"

Although as a tank soldier, he does not need to "exercise" all day long in the process of fighting and transferring like infantry or artillery, Malashenko, a lieutenant colonel of the Red Army tank soldiers with healthy limbs, is still incomparable to ordinary people in terms of physical fitness.

This thin man who looked a little frail, took the initiative to bump into Malashenko, but was blocked by his strong chest, almost falling to the ground and dropping his glasses.

Malashenko, who was accidentally bumped, did not mind getting angry, but took the initiative to bend down and pick up the glasses that fell to the ground, and took the initiative to hand them to the other party who was constantly groping for the ground.

"Ah, the eyes are here! Thank you so much, comrade! If I don't have glasses, I'm like a blind person. I really don't know how to thank you. I just bumped into you by accident. I'm very sorry."

The lieutenant general thanked him repeatedly and put his glasses back on his nose bridge and stretched out his hand to straighten them. The middle-aged man with a clear vision could clearly see that the person standing in front of him was a 1.9-meter-tall Lieutenant Colonel of the Red Army Tank Corps.

Different from the previous situation when he wore combat fireproof clothing, Malashenko, who returned to Moscow with honor and merit, not only put on his brand-new lieutenant colonel uniform and a brand-new wide-brimmed hat with a clean and shiny cap badge, but also pinned the two Red Banner Medals he had won before on his chest.

Such a Lieutenant Colonel of the Red Army Tank Corps might not be very noticeable in 1945, but at the moment when 1941 has not yet completely passed, there are only a handful of Lieutenant Colonels of the Red Army Tank Corps who can be so honored at such a young age.

"Are you Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko? Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, the tank hero of our Red Army?"

Not expecting that he would be recognized at a glance, Malashenko, who was a little surprised, quietly looked back at Corporal Valentin beside him. Corporal Valentin did not think this was strange and instead put on a smiling expression. In his opinion, it was normal for Malashenko to be recognized at a glance by the residents of this building.