Chapter 719 Swap

"Even if we can live to see the day when the war is won, Anya, there may not be a final result. You know there is a girl waiting for me in Moscow, and I have made a promise to her."

Malachenko did not think that such words would make Anya retreat at the last minute, but he had to explain the facts to Anya before everything happened, so as not to let this little girl who knew nothing but admired heroes put her future into it.

What Malachenko did not expect was that Anya's answer immediately afterwards was even more explosive.

"As long as I can stay by your side, I don't care about anything else, Comrade Commander."

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There is a saying in later generations that the shorter the news, the stronger the explosive effect.

Malachenko knew that he was not listening to the news now, but Anya's words also had a more shocking explosive effect. This little girl was desperate to chase the person she loved.

"Well, forget it. Let's deal with things in the future. Let's get through this first."

Malashenko made solving the current problem the priority. He turned around resolutely and then lowered his head to look directly at Anya, who was a head shorter than him. The answer flashing in his eyes was exactly what Anya expected.

"Maybe we can't leave this city alive, but I promise you, Anya, I will stay by your side until you don't want me to, where you can see me at any time, okay?"

One of the basic routines of a master of picking up girls is to change your face faster than turning a book.

Malashenko, who inherited the memory of his previous life, didn't want to admit his romantic and chic past, but now was the critical moment when he had to sacrifice it and put it to use. He couldn't afford to hesitate for those trivial things.

Malalashenko's light-speed change of face was selectively ignored by Anya, who looked like a fangirl and even had some tears in her eyes.

Many years later, Anya always recalled this battlefield love, and she couldn't help but sigh with the Russian reporter who came to interview her about the greatness and magic of love. It took her less than half a month to fall deeply in love with the man who kissed her without her consent, and she also had infinite remembrance for the only man she loved in her life who had passed away.

Many people know that the so-called love is actually a dream castle built with illusory rhetoric, and Malashenko did it because he knew this very well.

It has nothing to do with whether love itself is sincere or false, as long as it is love that wants to get something, it must be done.

What does Malashenko want?

It may not be appropriate to describe it as getting out of trouble. For now, Malashenko may just want to feel at ease because of Anya's peace of mind.

Although he is suave, Malashenko does not want to let anyone down.

Although it sounds full of idealism, it is true.

Whether it was the past life of just over twenty years, or the present that merged and overlapped the memories of two timelines, Malashenko, who had dual memories, had been a thorough idealist since he was born into this world, a person who had spent his entire life striving for the pursuit of an infinitely beautiful ideal that was out of reach, and had implemented this idealism in every aspect of his life, and it had always been like this.

Anya, who had reached the other side of her ideal in her heart, moistened her eyes, and crystal tears flowed down her cheeks unstoppably.

Malashenko, who witnessed this scene in front of him, had an indescribable taste and feeling in his heart, but in the end he took the initiative to reach out and wipe away the tears from Anya's eyes.

Malashenko didn't want to see a girl cry because of his promise, whether it was sadness or happiness, even if it was Natalia.

Anya, who got the answer she wanted, made a move that once again caught Malashenko off guard.

The first kiss was to save someone, but the second time, the positions of both parties were reversed and it was all Anya's initiative.

Looking at Anya's back as she waved to him and walked away, Malashenko couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his lips, which were still warm, with his right index finger. The old smoker's mouth full of cigarettes made his entire finger instantly full of the smell of secondhand smoke.

"I should have known that I shouldn't have smoked so many cigarettes before I came here, damn"

Even if it was a mouth full of cigarettes, it was a happy smell for Anya. A woman who was immersed in love would never care about these things. The cheerful steps of running back to work were enough to illustrate this point.

Standing at the gate, looking at the dark clouds and continuous heavy rain in the sky, Malashenko couldn't help scratching his head.

It seemed that he came here to visit the wounded and find something to kill time? But why did he have to do this again? Malashenko couldn't figure it out.

He set out alone with an umbrella and walked back to the temporary regiment headquarters, which was not far away.

Commissar Petrov, holding a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, seemed to be writing something on the desk. When he heard Malashenko's footsteps pushing the door open, he immediately put down the pen in his hand and turned around.

"I thought you would be back an hour ago, but I didn't expect you to stay in the field hospital for so long."

Commissar Petrov's half-joking did not cheer Malashenko up. Malashenko, who was a little dizzy, was now full of the images left by Anya.

When he thought of Natalia waiting for him in Moscow, Malashenko felt very scratchy and his head was about to split.

"What's wrong? You look like that. What happened in the hospital?"

After being questioned for the second time by Political Commissar Petrov, Malashenko rubbed his face with both hands, forcing his brain to stay clearer, even though his expression still looked a little upset.

"Nothing, it's just that the hospital looks like it's about to collapse. If possible, we have to find a better indoor environment for them."

"Oh, and the hospital is leaking a lot. The rain soaked the blankets under the bodies of many wounded. Do we have any stretchers or something like that that can be used here? As long as people don't lie on the ground, it's fine. It's best to organize a batch and send them to the hospital."

Seeing that Malashenko started talking about business, Political Commissar Petrov quickly regained his serious face, nodded slightly, and then gave Malashenko the answer in progress.

"I discovered the problem you mentioned when I went to see the doctor this morning. When I came back, I went to Karamov's place. He always has all kinds of treasures, all kinds of unexpected treasures."

"If everything goes well, Karamov told me that he will send the temporary support bed in the afternoon. If you go to see him again in the evening, you should have new gains."

Go to see him again in the evening? Damn, are you kidding! ?

Shivering all over at the suggestion made by Political Commissar Petrov, Malashenko estimated that if he dared to go to the hospital again in the evening, Anya might really stick to him and sleep in a single room that was vacated by all means in the hospital, and he would definitely not be alone.