Steel Soviet Union

"Ah, damn, I have a terrible headache, you idiot!"

"One and a half kilograms of vodka, plus a night of nightmares, huh? Instead of fighting to the death on the battlefield, you can't even sleep well. What a miserable life!"

It's not a good thing to wake up early in the morning and curse. Under normal circumstances, we call this situation angry.

This situation does occur quite often. For example, our Comrade Ma is in such a state now.

Wearing his tank soldier major general's uniform, standing in front of the mirror, arranging his clothes and face, Malashenko felt the long-lost morning comfort, which was more or less refreshing for this war-torn body. Feel better.

He raised his head with water drops on his face and stared at the face in the mirror in front of him. Malashenko, who could no longer remember the last time he looked in the mirror, suddenly felt a little confused.

This period of life, this strange world, and everything here did not belong to me. After I woke up, I accidentally traveled to this ghost place that no one wants to come to! Involved in the largest ground conflict in human history, he became one of the millions of soldiers who fought bloody battles on the battlefield.

So far, I have gone through so much and put in hardships and efforts that I could never have imagined in the past. So what will I gain in the end? What can be exchanged for it?

There are clear rewards for playing games and completing tasks, but now Malashenko feels that the road ahead is unclear and he doesn’t know where he will go in the future.

"I just want to live an ordinary life, a normal life! Which bastard brought me to a place like this that no one wants to come to? What if I wake up and find me lying in a hotel looking at the ceiling? , I can wake up laughing even in my fucking dreams!”

He was not a serious soldier, but he inherited the complete memory and body of a real soldier.

For Malashenko or Lin Jie, this is really a feeling that cannot be accurately described in words.

I am familiar with everything about war. When I stayed in T34 for the first time, I could perform various operations as smoothly as if I was home. This was all thanks to the previous true owner of this body.

But he is not the real Malashenko. He has only inherited this name, this memory, this body, and everything related to this existence, that's all.

Dual memories intertwined and conflicted in his mind. Malashenko didn't even know how to describe this scene where when he thought of the past, he could think of two parallel memories and experiences at the same time.

There are colorful memories of playing FC game consoles, drinking orange soda, and taking pictures of cartoon cards. There are also memories of not knowing who your parents are and having no real reliable brothers. They only have similar experiences and have neither parents. The children ridiculed Natalia as the "white bastard" and spent their gray childhood together.

This body is a body that has experienced battles, strong and tall, but the real self is a layman in the army who likes dragons and has never been a soldier.

While he loves the roaring war machines that real men would fall in love with, he also feels lost because of the environment he is in and the experiences he is experiencing, because this is not his life path in the first place.

"Who am I? What am I doing? I've had enough of this damn, endless war day after day!"

Human beings are such strange creatures who are constantly struggling in the whirlpool of contradictions and constantly trying to find their true self. Even if they are confused and helpless, they will still pick themselves up and choose to continue walking after venting.

There is a saying that this situation is called "men's responsibility".

Malashenko didn't know if he corresponded to this description and this situation, but when the door of the room was finally opened again after it was closed last night until now.

What appears in the eyes of passers-by in the corridor is still the tank hero who is over 1.9 meters tall, with a figure like an iron tower, and a resolute expression like the one in the Red Army propaganda posters. It is still the well-known and widely praised Maraschin. division.

"Ah, my head hurts so much, my brother. What about you? How did you sleep last night? Your face seems to be much better than mine."

Comrade Kotin, who drank just as much as Malashenko last night, did not go to work this morning. At least he is not working now. He may go to the workshop below to see the production situation later. It's not suitable to host a meeting with the smell of alcohol that has not completely dissipated, so let's leave it to the afternoon.

Malashenko, who was sitting next to Kotin in the public cafeteria, took a spoon and scooped out the most common workers' meals on the plate in front of him. He ate it with gusto and replied to Kotin while delivering it to his mouth. .

"Same as you, my head has just been repaired from a cracked state with glue."

"But the food treatment here is really good. The basic workers' breakfast is milk and oatmeal porridge. It's almost catching up with our front line."

Malashenko was telling the truth, and Kotin on the side just smiled a little when he heard this.

"Don't envy the good food here. This is what the comrades workers deserve."

"You fought bloody battles on the front lines of the war, going through life and death, but at the rear, right here, in this city of tanks, this is a battlefield without gunpowder smoke. The workers work hard every day, day and night, and the machines are constantly spinning and scrapped in three batches. But the people are still the same people, the same old faces, and they are still the skilled workers who are most loyal to the motherland.”

“As the person who leads them, I can’t give them too many things and guarantees, such as a delicious hot meal, a relaxing hot bath after working for more than ten hours, and a bed wide enough to sleep peacefully. The bed is all I can do.”

"They deserve and deserve to have this food on their plates, and this is something we would risk our lives to keep."

Being eloquent is a skill of words, but Malashenko does not deny that what Kotin said is the correct fact.

What treatment should workers enjoy?

This is how workers should be treated!

They are not inferior people with smelly sweat and dirty jobs doing menial work. They are never inferior to others and should not be looked down upon, looked down upon or even insulted in any form or by any means.

Like the bloody Red Army soldiers on the front line, they are also warriors fighting on the front to defend the motherland. They are living heroes who have made selfless sacrifices one after another, and are the builders and defenders of the motherland.

Maybe he will forget many things as he gets older in the second half of his life, but now, Malashenko is sure that there is one thing that he will never forget.

Those comrades workers who fight on the front line of dedication to the country, no matter when and where they are, will always deserve the respect of anyone, even from a general or a marshal.