Chapter 715 Goodbye

There are not many people in the Soviet Union who can understand fluent English, and it can even be said that there are very few people, but this does not mean that there are no such people at all. Malashenko, who was shocked by Karachev's words, immediately came forward and whispered in his ear.

"It's okay to say such words here, but remember not to say them in front of others."

"Although some things are undeniably true, you must remember that there will always be some people with malicious intentions who want to use the facts to distort them. What you have to do is not to reveal the handle to these people with bad intentions. You should understand what I mean."

Everyone knows that the truth that trouble comes from the mouth, and a bad word may even cost your life. This situation is not an exaggeration in this special period.

For what Karachev just said, Malashenko naturally knew that what he said was true and not false. Because some things in it are still secrets that cannot be told now, but in the future, they have long been known to everyone.

But some things and some words can be said casually in the future, but if you say them now, you will lose your head.

Facing Malashenko's kind reminder, Karachev, who had realized that what he had just said was indeed a bit too much, responded to Malashenko with gratitude.

"Thank you, Comrade Commander, I understand what you mean. It's just that I just came back from the United States not long ago, and it's still a little difficult to adapt to the situation where I can't say a lot of things. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Seeing that Karachev understood what he meant, Malashenko patted his shoulder as a final gesture and didn't say anything more. In fact, just thinking about how the United States across the ocean evaluates the Soviet Red Army can get the final result.

Helping in wartime and ideological confrontation are completely different things. A common enemy for a while cannot change the long-term future confrontation. In the final analysis, the United States across the ocean still looks at the Soviet Red Army with a very vigilant and even hostile eye, otherwise it would not immediately start the Cold War drama that lasted for decades after the collapse of Germany, the common enemy.

Malashenko knew this very well, so no matter what Karachev said, it was not surprising.

Malashenko continued to walk forward without speaking, while Karachev, who seemed to be thinking about something with his head down, continued to follow Malashenko. The two of them soon stopped at the next random bed.

Unlike the driver Voloshenko just now, there was a female nurse who was busy at work in front of the bed where Malashenko stopped this time. She seemed to be changing the dressing and treating the wound.

"The wound has some signs of festering, but it is not serious. Some corresponding treatments have been done and there will be no big problems. If you feel uncomfortable, you can call me at any time. Pay attention to rest and rest, comrade."

While giving instructions, he also packed up the bandages and gauze that had just been changed. After putting all the things on the plate and turning around, he stood there as if he was electrocuted. Even Malashenko, who was looking at each other, had basically the same reaction.

Fate is sometimes a very strange thing, just like Malashenko and Anya can never guess when and under what circumstances they will meet next time, just like in the field hospital at this moment.

"Hello, Comrade Commander."

"Yeah, yes, we meet again Anya, you do a good job."

Such opening remarks are very awkward. It would be impossible for Malashenko to say such lame words in front of a girl before he crossed over.

But the problem lies precisely in the time and space gap between the two different worlds. Malashenko doesn't even know whether the straightforward ways of picking up girls in the future will work in this era.

With Natalia, a beautiful wife who was given to him for free, Malashenko, who is either fighting or on the way to fight all day, knows almost nothing about women in this era, let alone very close contact.

If you really count, Anya may be the woman with whom Malashenko has had the most conversations after crossing over to this world, except Natalia.

Malashenko was somewhat curious about Anya, who had an outgoing personality and hairstyle that was completely different from Natalia, but he had never looked directly at her.

If you have to say it, it was probably similar to the scene where Jerry the mouse stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at a piece of cheese on the top of the refrigerator from afar.

It smelled quite good, and I should want to eat it, but I don’t know why I just couldn’t take that step.

Anya, holding a tray in her hand, was still the same as before, with her long golden hair tied up and stuffed into the nurse’s cap on her head for convenience. Although her delicate face did not symbolize the soft sweetness like Natalia, it was undoubtedly an outgoing beauty that took a completely different route.

Malashenko, who felt that the conversation just now was quite awkward, was a little anxious and scratched his head, not knowing what to say next, but Dr. Karachev, who had been following Malashenko, had already seen a clue, and then spoke to Malashenko very tactfully.

"My shift is almost over, Comrade Commander, I have to get ready to continue working. If you need anything, you can always come to me. I'm in the operating room. You can chat here first, I won't disturb you. See you later."

Malachenko watched Karachev leave with a look of surprise. This guy who grew up in the United States obviously misunderstood his relationship with Anya to some extent. This is as obvious as lice on a bald head.

However, Anya, as the person involved, seemed to have not noticed or was not aware of this situation at all. Compared with the previous time when she met Malachenko and could look him in the eye and have a normal conversation, Anya now almost turned her head with a slightly red face and didn't even have the courage to look at Malachenko directly.

"Hey, hey! Look over there, look, Captain Malashenko is here to see Anya again."

"Oh my god, it's true! Anya always told us that it wasn't true, but now look, the captain is more exquisitely dressed today than ever before, he is simply the perfect hero!"

"Look, Anya is blushing, it looks like something interesting is going to happen."

Not far away, several young female nurses who were obviously Anya's colleagues gathered together, looking over here, chattering non-stop, so loud that even Malashenko could hear half of it.