Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 784: As Always

Although it seemed that he was fine, Political Commissar Petrov was still a little worried about Malashenko, his partner and junior who was always a little reckless.

After all, if he went blind, it would affect his whole life.

"If the order comes down, do you still plan to lead the troops yourself?"

Political Commissar Petrov asked silently.

"Of course, isn't it always like this? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Malashenko was obviously puzzled

Political Commissar Petrov, who glanced at Malashenko from top to bottom, did not hesitate, and continued to speak to Malashenko.

"He is wearing a hospital gown, and the gauze has just been removed from his eyes. He looks more like a patient who ran out of a mental hospital than a heroic commander of the Red Army"

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Political Commissar Petrov lit the cigarette in his lips in an instant, took a deep breath of smoke, and continued to speak to Malashenko, who was full of question marks above his head.

"I have a suggestion. Why don't you stay here and command with me this time? Let Lavrinenko command the frontline battles. His experience and strategy may not be as good as yours, but at least they are on the same level."

"No one knows what's wrong with your eyes. I've never seen anyone with eye injuries heal so quickly, especially when your eyeballs were almost falling out."

"What unexpected things might happen if you rush to the battlefield? How about it? Do you want to listen to my advice?"

To be honest, Malashenko didn't expect Political Commissar Petrov to persuade him like this. He thought his partner was going to talk about something about the next tactics.

"Well, it's like this, Comrade Political Commissar."

"I know my body very well. You know I never force myself. To be honest, I am the kind of person who cherishes my life. Natalia is waiting for me at home. There are still many things to do. Of course, I won't joke about my own safety."

Malashenko carefully explained every reason that allowed him to go to the front line. He never thought that he was being brave.

"Just imagine, comrade political commissar. If the soldiers suddenly knew that the regiment commander who had always been by their side and fought bravely with them was suddenly gone, what would be the consequences? Hesitation? Or a little bit of fear at first, which might be magnified later?"

"To be honest, I think it's both, although it's just a possibility."

Commissar Petrov held a cigarette in his hand and did not respond. He was still waiting for Malashenko to continue speaking.

"We all know that we can't let this happen. Even if there is only a slight possibility, we should try to avoid it."

"If I die on the battlefield and this happens, I don't have to care. We are all thorough materialists. We can't interfere with what happens after death. Everyone understands this."

"But now that I am still alive, I can't sit back and watch this happen. Even if I die on the battlefield, I hope I can die first and fall in front of my soldiers. Generation after generation of Red Army soldiers have gone further by stepping on the bodies of the martyrs who sacrificed heroically. You have experienced more than me, and I think you should understand it more deeply than a young man like me."

There are many times when Malashenko said something against his will because of his identity as a future time traveler. Most of the time, he had to do it, but this time it was the truth from the heart.

The more he witnessed in this era that did not belong to him, the more he believed that there were huge differences in national conditions between two different countries, even if they were of different nationalities, skin colors, and far apart.

But at least, the red flag that has been passed down from generation to generation is consistent with the spirit it contains. It is more important to pass on the spirit that has witnessed the legend than to create something new. The story soaked in blood must be passed down orally and engraved in history forever and will never be forgotten.

After traveling through time, Malashenko firmly believes that some of the things he witnessed from his father are still applicable even in this era decades apart.

If Malashenko, who was sitting in front of him, had not witnessed his growth little by little, Political Commissar Petrov would even think that he was talking to a veteran of the same age and similar experience.

The longer he knew Malashenko, the more Political Commissar Petrov felt that this young man had a taste that he could not understand no matter what.

It's like a person who has experienced thousands of years and witnessed a lot, but has a young heart and body that never ages.

Malashenko has the anxiety, impulsiveness and cheerfulness of his young peers, but he also has a strong will and a loyal belief rooted in the depths of his heart, which is not something that people of this age can have. It seems that sometimes Malashenko is more like a political commissar who can inspire people's hearts and morale than Petrov.

Just like the previous times, Political Commissar Petrov had to admit that he was convinced by Malashenko again.

"Every time when it comes to the critical moment, you always make me feel a little strange. What kind of things have you experienced? Malashenko."

The half-joking tone obviously did not mean to get to the bottom of it. Malashenko, who knew Political Commissar Petrov's character well, just smiled at each other.

"Who knows? Maybe I have a different life experience in another world. I can't say, but I guess it should be in a dream."

In the blink of an eye, a year and a half of time in another dimension has flown by.

Everything is just as Malashenko said, if this is a dream, if I wake up the next morning, I can still see Rosov's big face smiling at me, if I wake up the next morning, If I found out I was still in a hotel room in Moscow

That life without many surprises will probably continue to move forward along the trajectory of destiny. Only this dream-like experience will be remembered forever deep in my heart.

The calm atmosphere of conversation did not last long

When Lavrinenko, who had prepared his troops, pushed in the door and the ashtray on the table, which was made of 76mm custom high-explosive shells, was filled with a layer of cigarette butts, the phone that had been sitting there quietly suddenly started to ring again. There was a sudden sound.

"Hello? I'm Malashenko, please speak."

When the microphone in his hand was put down again after a brief conversation, Malashenko, who looked in a fighting state, had returned to the appearance of the regimental commander known to Commissar Petrov and Lavrinenko.

"Come on, comrades, the show is about to begin."

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