Steel Soviet Union

Sasha, whose face was pale and pale from fright, did not dare to say anything. He immediately followed the instructions of his political commissar and ran to the passenger seat of the car. With flying but somewhat messy movements, he quickly found Pietro. He grabbed the small white medicine bottle that the political commissar husband needed, then grabbed one in his hand and hurriedly turned around and ran over.

"Comrade Political Commissar, I brought the medicine!"

Lavrinenko, who looked surprised, no longer looked at Political Commissar Petrov, but instead looked at the young assistant Sasha who trotted over to deliver medicine.

Lavrinenko remembered this young man. Although he did not have much direct communication, the young man in his impression was indeed always following the political commissar Petrov, riding in front and behind. In addition to helping political commissars deal with work problems, they are also responsible for taking care of the food and daily life of political commissars who have irregular lives.

If Lavrinenko remembers correctly, this should be an order personally issued by Malashenko. Therefore, the young man in front of me actually plays the role of the serviceman of Comrade Political Commissar. It can be said that he is one of the people closest to Comrade Political Commissar.

Lavrinenko, who had not yet thought about what to ask, noticed at a glance that the young man named Sasha's movements were obviously abnormal.

The right hand that reached out to hand the medicine bottle to Comrade Political Commissar floated in the air, trembling slightly unnaturally. The small white medicine bottle, which was not big at all, was shaking in the palm of his hand like a child's toy. It looked like it was just a little bit. It looks like it will fall to the ground accidentally.

What is the reason that makes this young man panic like this?

After looking at the opponent's right arm, he then glanced at the face that was also wrong. Although Lavrinenko remained calm on the surface and said nothing, this was only because Lavrinenko clearly realized that now I'm afraid asking questions won't help.

If he really wanted to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it and explore the real answer, Lavrinenko felt that it was best for him to discuss this matter with Malashenko, tell Malashenko what he had seen with his own eyes, and see for himself If your good brothers have any opinions and opinions, it will not be too late to make plans and take concrete actions at that time.

Right now, it's not the time to be busy with these things.

"Kurbalov, let's go! Let's kill those Germans, let's take action!"

The roar of the tank engine with increased power rang loudly in my ears, and I watched helplessly as the political commissar poured out a handful of pills from the bottle, stuffed them all into his mouth, and swallowed them without even spitting. Sasha was so frightened that she almost cried out of fear.

"Comrade Political Commissar, please stop eating so much! This is several times more than the amount prescribed by Dr. Karachev. If you continue to eat like this, there will definitely be problems!"

Political Commissar Petrov, who swallowed all the bitter pills in his mouth in one breath, gritted his teeth and walked back to the car by himself without relying on anyone's support. Only after he got out of the car door and onto the passenger seat did he rest.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but in short it has reached the time when Commissar Petrov felt that he could no longer hear the roar of the engine in his ears.

After most of the pain was diluted by the effect of the medicine, I finally felt a little better. Political Commissar Petrov slowly opened his eyes while leaning on the seat, and then he saw at a glance the person who had been waiting patiently beside him. The young assistant, who was about to cry, still had an anxious and worried expression on his face.

"Oh, that scares you, little Sasha."

Seeing that Comrade Political Commissar finally opened his eyes again, Sasha, who was almost crying with joy, suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly wiped away his two tears and tried to return to normal. The political commissar who spoke hurriedly spoke.

"Comrade Political Commissar, we can't go on like this! You have to receive treatment immediately. You should notify Comrade Brigade Commander immediately and tell him the truth! He will definitely find a way to get rid of you. Comrade Brigade Commander is omnipotent!"

Indeed, in the eyes of young people like Sasha and many soldiers of similar age who unite under the red flag and fight in the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, their brigade commander comrade Colonel Malashenko is simply It is an omnipotent existence.

No matter how powerful the enemy is or how critical the situation is, Comrade Brigade Commander can always lead them to overcome all difficulties, defeat the enemy and usher in victory as always.

In the words of the veterans of the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, they refer to those who have been following Malashenko's command in the north and south since the establishment of the independent 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion, and physically conquered Germany everywhere. A veteran of many battles.

Wherever the name Malashenko appears, the Red Army troops will reverse the situation, stabilize the battle situation that is about to collapse across the board, and even turn defense into offense, push over and directly defeat the arrogant and arrogant German soldiers on the opposite side. name.

This name indicates hope and victory. It is an honor achieved through hard work and hard work, without any false flattery.

On the battlefield, such a name is equivalent to "omnipotent" in a literal sense.

Comrade Brigade Commander can pin down even the most elite fascist fanatics to the ground. Is there anything else that Comrade Brigade Commander can't do?

It may sound ridiculous, but in this era where information is limited and people's thinking and cognition are far less developed than during the information explosion in later generations, Sasha's idea is the ultimate hope of many similarly young, believing and loyal warriors. Real thoughts, it can be said that Sasha itself is the epitome of focus.

But Sasha, whose ideas are a bit too naive and unable to truly realize the seriousness of the problem, is destined to face despair this time from the words of his comrade political commissar.

"Comrade Brigade Commander already knows. He discovered it by accident."

"Like I told you before, Sasha. Don't expect any chance of recovery from my illness. I know very well that there is no cure for such a terminal illness. Even now, I am just lingering. It’s just stalling for time, but I can’t face death so calmly. I still have things to accomplish, at least I can’t die now.”

Sasha, who once again heard the abyss of despair, was so sad that he couldn't say a word. He lowered his head and clutched his sleeves with both hands. Tears could not stop falling from his cheeks. It dripped and fell onto the soil around the feet and feet.

The initial roar of the diesel engine's warm-up start-up has disappeared, replaced by the roar of artillery fire, loud gunshots and the sounds of battle that have begun to come.

Political Commissar Petrov's expression, staring at the direction of the battle in the distance, became more determined, just like any time in the past, pure without any trace of confusion and filth, and the firmness of his softly murmured words was as strong as ever.

"We must not lose this battle. Even if I die here, I don't have much time left."