Steel Soviet Union

The food in the lunch box is mixed with the spoon and the aroma of meat comes out. I scoop up a piece of spongy and soft beef mixed with the stewed potatoes and put it into my mouth. There is also a light spicy taste in the fragrance on my lips and teeth, which is not overpowering. It masks the aroma of beef and makes it more delicious, which is enough to make people feel a considerable degree of endless aftertaste.

It was undoubtedly a great luck to be able to eat such delicious food on the battlefield where the enemy's corpses were still smoking. Malashenko couldn't help but smile as he chewed the fragrant and soft beef. Major Varosha, who was eating face to face across the table, happened to see this scene.

"What's wrong? Comrade Brigadier, why are you laughing suddenly?"

Malashenko said nothing, but continued to scoop up another piece of beef and put it into his mouth. After chewing slowly, he replied to Major Varosha, who still had questions.

"What can you eat from this beef? Varosha."

Although he and Malashenko are peers, Major Varosha's respect and admiration for Malashenko comes from the bottom of his heart.

From ancient times to the present, every powerful army on earth has the irrefutable habit of respecting the strong.

If an armed and violent group that can make its enemies tremble does not respect the strong and prefers sissies, then it is putting the cart before the horse and it is impossible to happen. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

Therefore, even though Malashenko was deliberately trying to pass things off, Major Varosha still subconsciously believed that Comrade Brigade Commander was trying to teach him experience and unknown knowledge, and he had to learn with an open mind and listen attentively.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Comrade Brigadier. I just think the beef tastes really good, and I feel a little ashamed."

What Major Varosha can say is exactly what he wants compared to Malashenko.

In other words, if Major Varosha didn't answer like this, it would be a bit unexpected for Malashenko, and he would even have to think about how to respond to Major Varosha's words.

But fortunately, none of this happened, and Malashenko could still say the words he had prepared step by step.

"Two years ago, our motherland was just invaded and trampled by the Germans."

"Our outposts were destroyed, the airport was razed to the ground, and the soldiers, under heavy fire, didn't even know what was happening, and lost their lives in the sudden attack by the Germans."

"The war is spreading to our hometown, and the German attack seems unstoppable. Ukraine was occupied by the invaders, and we lost our granary. The food of the soldiers was getting worse day by day. At first, they could still eat good bread, but by then Later, even bread was mixed with things that were inedible, let alone meat and milk, and sometimes even water was not available.

As he spoke, he scooped up another spoonful of beef soup and put it into his mouth. Feeling the soothing aroma of meat, Malashenko couldn't help but recall the time when he ate rat meat in Leningrad. day.

The feeling at that time is really indescribable and indescribable today. Rat meat, which is terrible, full of germs, and should not be served as a staple food for humans, has become unattainable in Leningrad under the blockade. That's delicious food.

That meal of rat meat was probably the most unforgettable food Malashenko had ever eaten. It’s hard to imagine how much time and energy it took those hungry women and children to catch enough for a group of big and thick animals. The tank soldiers ate a meaty meal of mice, then cooked it and delivered it to them.

The mother of a child who was starved out of malnutrition in Stalingrad and suffered from night blindness gave two candies as a precious treasure to a thin little girl less than half a person tall who was a defender of the motherland.

Food has no emotions and cannot speak, but this thing, which is a necessity for any life under the world, tells the world about this great Patriotic War in a silent and simple way.

Malashenko, who was holding a spoon in his hand, had inexplicably moist eyes amidst all the thoughts and memories.

I have lost a lot and gained a lot along the way, but my most precious asset is witnessing with my own eyes this great history that deserves to be praised and remembered by all people with a righteous heart.

Even if there is a group of people with human faces and animal hearts in the distant future who try to tamper with, subvert, and discredit this period of history, and permanently erase the red flag planted in the evil heart, or even replace it with the blue and white flag that is tainted by ugliness, and try to To tamper with history and subvert people’s past memories of justice.

But just like all the great nations on this planet who rose up and bravely resisted evil invaders, the glorious and great history will always be passed down and remembered by future generations with righteous hearts.

No matter how far apart the world is, whether the borders are divided or the skin color is different, no matter how far the human era has developed, no matter how great a triumphal song it plays, it even spreads the name of mankind throughout the galaxy and to the Milky Way.

There will always be a group of people who still remember the group of defenders of the motherland who were named the Red Army and fought on various battlefields in different parts of the world and east and west. They also used their lives to protect everything they should protect and practice. He took the oath under the red flag and gave everything he had for the great ideal of communism.

Even if one Red Army soldier falls, there will be another brave and resolute soldier carrying the red flag, who will continue to move forward bravely and cut through the waves on that thorny road surrounded by enemies.

They are alive as long as we remember.

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Major Varosha noticed the subtle changes in the corners of Malashenko's eyes, but he did not interrupt the brigade commander's thoughts suddenly.

Major Varosha felt that if Comrade Brigade Commander felt it was necessary to tell him something, he would definitely get the answer without waiting for himself to speak. What happened next was exactly what Major Varosha thought. .

"It's different now, Varosha. Look at the food we eat now. Two years ago, even last year, when we defended and fought Stalingrad together, I would never have dared to dream that I could eat it. Such a delicious meal!”

"What does this mean? Varosha. This means that we are reversing the situation. Our rear area has allowed the soldiers who are defending the motherland on the front line to eat such delicious and delicious food. Our enemies are retreating! They are turning the former Everything plundered from us will be spit out little by little. If they don’t want to spit it out, we’ll beat them until they spit it out!”

"Not only will we make them spit it out, but one day we will also return to them ten times or a hundred times the pain they inflicted on us! There is no mercy in the eyes of those murderous demons. Only fists and blood can make them feel fear. , Repenting for your crimes and speaking with truth will not make sense in front of them, these scumbags only accept this!"