Steel Soviet Union

Although it seemed to be fine, Commissar Petrov was still a little worried about Malashenko, a junior who had always been a bit reckless.

After all, if you become blind, this is a major event that will affect your entire life.

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

Commissar Petrov asked silently.

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

Malashenko was obviously confused.

Political Commissar Petrov, who glanced at Malashenko up and down, did not hesitate much, and immediately continued to speak to Malashenko.

"Wearing a hospital gown, the gauze has just been removed over his eyes. He looks more like a patient who escaped from a mental hospital than a heroic leader of the Red Army."

Click——

Commissar Petrov lit the cigarette in his lips instantly, took a deep breath of smoke and puffed away the smoke, and continued to speak to Malashenko, whose head was filled with question marks.

"I have a suggestion. Why don't you stay here and take command with me this time? Leave the frontline battle matters to Lavrinenko. His experience and strategy may not be as good as yours, but at least he is in the same position. on the horizontal line.”

"No one knows what's going on with your eyes. I've never seen anyone recover so quickly from eye injuries, especially when your eyeballs almost fell out."

"Something unexpected may happen if you rush to the battlefield. How about it? Do you want to listen to my advice for once?"

To be honest, Malashenko really didn’t expect that Petrov’s political commissar would persuade him like this. He thought his partner was going to say something about the next tactical matters.

"Uh, that's right, 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. There is Natalia at home waiting for me to go back. There are still things to do. A lot, and I certainly wouldn’t risk my life.”

Malashenko carefully explained every reason for him to go to the front line, but he never thought that he was trying to show off.

"Just imagine, Comrade Political Commissar. If the soldiers suddenly knew that the comrade leader who had been charging with them and fighting the enemy bravely was suddenly gone, what would be the consequences? Hesitation? Or maybe it was so little at first. And then the fear may be amplified?”

"Honestly, I think it's both, although it's just a possibility."

Political Commissar Petrov held a cigarette in his hand and did not answer. He was still waiting for Malashenko to continue the conversation.

"We all know that we cannot let this happen, even if there is only a slight possibility, we must try to avoid it."

"If this happens when I die on the battlefield, then I don't have to worry about it. We are all complete materialists. We can't interfere with what happens after death. Everyone understands this."

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

There were many times when Malashenko said something against his will because of his status as a future time traveler. In most cases, it was out of necessity, but this time it was the truth from the heart.

The more places he witnesses this era that does not belong to him, the more Malashenko becomes convinced that even if the nationalities are different, the skin color is different, and the two different countries are far apart, there are huge differences in national conditions.

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

Some of the things he witnessed from his father, Malashenko, after traveling through time, firmly believe that they are still applicable even in this era that is decades apart.

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

The longer he got to know Malashenko, the more Commissar Petrov felt that this young man had an aura that he could not understand.

It's like a person who has witnessed a lot over the course of thousands of years, but has a young heart and body that never grows old.

Malashenko has the restlessness, impulsiveness, and cheerfulness of his younger peers, but he also always has a strong will that is not what people of this age can possess, and a loyal belief rooted deep in his heart. It seems that Sometimes Malashenko is more like a political commissar who can inspire people and morale than Petrov.

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

"Every time the critical moment comes, 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 the matter. Malashenko, who was familiar with Petrov's political commissar's personality, just looked at each other and smiled.

"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 pushed in the door after preparing his troops, and the ashtray on the table made of 76mm high-explosive shell casings 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."