Steel Soviet Union

Although important, there wasn't much that needed to be said repeatedly in this impromptu combat meeting.

So after emphasizing the importance of this matter concisely and clearly, Malashenko simply waved his hand to signal the end of the meeting, asking everyone to go back and do what they should be busy with, and rest early after finishing their work. After all, I have to get up early tomorrow morning to pack up and rush out of Berlin. There are still many things to be busy with.

After everyone left, the two brothers Malashenko and Lavrinenko, as well as the political commissar, were left at the venue.

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar closed his pen after packing up the meeting minutes and documents. Comrade Political Commissar had long been accustomed to having only one arm to do the work that ordinary people need to do with both hands. Now he can do it smoothly and effortlessly.

Seeing the political commissar comrades busy packing up documents, Malashenko suddenly felt something.

Although I don’t want to face it, it is still reality.

In these last short days, I don’t know how long I can watch Comrade Political Commissar packing documents like this. Every minute and second I can spend with Comrade Political Commissar is precious. Maybe the day when heaven and man will be separated forever will be tomorrow, maybe there will be a while, no one can say.

Thinking about such days, Malashenko felt a little empty in his heart. He couldn't help but raised his head and spoke to the political commissar comrades beside him.

"How is your health lately? Can you still hold on?"

Lavrinenko on the other side also turned his eyes when he heard this, but Comrade Political Commissar suddenly stopped what he was doing when he heard this.

"I'd say it's okay. I haven't had any problems in the past two days. Maybe the cancer cells need to rest. It may take a while before they come out and continue fighting with me."

""

Hearing this, Malashenko was silent at first. Comrade Political Commissar saw that Malashenko did not speak and did not continue. Instead, he started busy with the work in hand and cleaning up the stall. Sora looked at both of them. , Lavrinenko looked at it and patted Malashenko's shoulder to signal.

"Let's go out and have a cigarette to sober up. I think you look like freshly baked bread. You've been under a lot of stress recently."

Lavrinenko successfully called Malashenko outside, blowing the cool breeze blowing in his face and feeling the comfort of the blood-smelling Zello Highlands. He could probably guess what Malashenko was thinking just now. Lavrinenko lit a cigarette for himself, lit the fire for Malashenko, and then spoke slowly.

"You're wondering if Comrade Comrade Political Commissar can hold on? After the Battle of Berlin is over?"

""

Malashenko smoked a cigarette and blew in the cool breeze without speaking, but the expression on his face had revealed his true inner thoughts, even if it was just that he didn't want to pretend in front of Lavrinenko.

"Well I can probably understand that, I guess."

"Yes, we all know that for so long, Comrade Political Commissar has relied on his own willpower to sustain himself. The source of his willpower comes from his desire to win this great war, and he wants to witness this scene with his own eyes. "

"There will always be such a day, Malashenko. Since each of us is alive, we are heading towards death, not to mention this is still a war era. Maybe it will be you and me who die tomorrow. Think about it, for Comrade Political Commissar, Seeing this day come may be the best destination and ending. He is a soldier and a party member, and so are you and I, I believe you can understand."

""

Malashenko, who continued to smoke from between his lips and teeth, was noncommittal and did not answer directly. As the green smoke lingered around his fingertips and slowly drifted away, Malashenko squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Berlin into the distant night. It wasn't until the cigarette burned out that he finally continued to look into the distance and slowly spoke to Lavrinenko.

"We all understand the truth, but the human heart is made of flesh, brother. Because of emotions, we are worthy of being called human beings, which gives us the possibility of trusting each other, uniting, and uniting under the same flag to fight side by side, but emotions are just It is also our weakness, a weakness that cannot be erased in everyone’s human nature.”

"Rationally, I have long accepted the reality of all this, but emotionally I am still unwilling to face it. I always selfishly hope that he can stay with us longer and accompany us day after day as always. Even though I know that this incurable disease is causing him so much pain, but he doesn’t want to express or talk about it, I still can’t erase my strong emotions.”

""

When faced with Malashenko's words, Lavrinenko, who held a burnt cigarette butt between his fingertips, didn't know what to say for a while.

No matter how powerful a person is, they will have their weaknesses. Just like any weapon cannot be truly perfect and invincible, there will always be points where it can be easily targeted.

"Cherish this last time. I really have a feeling that there is not much left. I hope we can all accept it and survive that day."

""

Malashenko doesn’t need much help. He knows everything he needs to know and how to do it, but sometimes the tumbling things that surge out of the human weakness that cannot be erased really make Malashenko. Rashenko could not let go.

A short rest and adjustment time is necessary, just let the comrade and teacher be alone for a while.

Even so, Malashenko is still very grateful to Lavrinenko, his good brother.

It's always better to talk with two emotionally relatable people than to be alone.

Malashenko, who had regained his normalcy, once again covered up his short-lived weakness, continued to show off the familiar comrade, the division commander, and then started to do the next thing on the schedule that he needed to do. thing.

It was a matter that had been delayed for a long time and could not be considered a public matter. It could be said to be Malashenko's private matter.

Comrade Division Commander remembers many people, but one person, who can be said to be a member of the current leadership division, has been forgotten by Malashenko for a long time. Sometimes I would think of it and remind myself to go find him when I was free, but soon after I would look back I would forget about it again.

Fortunately, Comrade Senior's memory was relatively reliable today, so he didn't forget about it, and he would soon be able to see the person he had been talking about for a long time but always forgot about.

"Looking for him? Over there, leading people to repair cars. That guy has a good understanding. After studying with me for a while, he mastered a lot of things. Later, I saw that he could lead a team by himself, so I gave him a maintenance job. Ben, he’s doing quite well. Now he can handle everything from main equipment to cars. I have to say he’s quite talented in mechanics.”

After hearing the words of Karamov, who was squatting on the butt of an IS7 to repair the engine, the smiling Malashenko just nodded and then walked in the direction of Karamov's finger.