Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko, who was squatting behind the room and smoking alone, thought about it for a long time, but in the end he didn't know whether he should blame himself or not.

If someone else were in your position, what decision would they make?

Are you leaving your loved ones behind and choosing to save more people and more comrades? Or is it the same as his own choice, a son of a bitch who will be cursed by the souls of countless grieving mothers when the truth is exposed?

Maybe he did something wrong from the beginning, but Malashenko told himself that he did not regret it and would not do so in the future.

He has never been, is, or will ever be able to turn his back on his political commissar comrades. Even if he makes a deal with the devil, Malashenko will still bite the bullet and do it without hesitation.

I am who I am, I am not anyone, and I don’t want to deliberately imitate anyone or care about what others think of me.

I am Malashenko.

The growth of the mental journey cannot be seen or touched, but it is the most truly felt existence.

Today, Malashenko rarely feels hesitant about redundant and complicated things. In the past, this might have severely damaged Malashenko, and even almost drove a healthy mind crazy.

But now, there are few similar things that can make Malashenko feel so shaken.

And all of this is thanks to the old man who watched him and accompanied him until now. The subtle changes have already been engraved in his soul and can no longer be erased.

When they returned to the living room that had been converted into a command hall, Lavrinenko and Karachev had already dispersed, taking the time to rest and take a nap before the storm came again. A whole day of fighting and high-intensity marching had already exhausted the war-scarred body, and even an iron man had to take a short rest.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, what have you been doing?"

Malashenko mistakenly thought that everyone except the watchman was asleep, but this was obviously not the case for the political commissar who was still correcting something in front of the case.

"I went to the back of the room and smoked two cigarettes. My head was so sleepy that I needed to clear my head. The cold air was pretty good."

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Comrade Political Commissar did not reply, but continued to work and concentrated on his work.

When Malashenko came to the table, he stretched out his hand and pulled out a chair, and sat down very close to Comrade Political Commissar.

"I have nothing to do. Come on, stop doing those things and come and chat for a while. When will you be able to finish those crappy things every day? You've almost finished your work as a staff officer. You're really tired. Come on, where else can I find such a good political commissar partner?"

Faced with Malashenko's half-joking opening remarks, the political commissar smiled faintly and immediately put down his pen and turned around.

"Okay, what would our comrade, the division commander, want to talk about?"

The small oil lamp placed on the table and the small stove in the center of the room were emitting orange-red flames, which reflected on Comrade Political Commissar's cheeks and reflected a not-so-healthy complexion, even though the face was still pretending to smile.

"Don't do anything like today again in the future. I'm serious. Do you have problems with your lungs and respiratory tract now? Such a cold day is really exciting. Just listen to my advice this time? Okay? I'm begging you. ”

Malashenko rarely used this rare-sounding tone to speak to his political commissar comrades, but this time he was really forced to have no choice.

To Malashenko's surprise, Commissar Petrov, who always liked to show off his abilities, changed his mind this time.

"I listen to you and do what you say. It just so happens that I, the old man, can take a break? It's time for you young people to take over. But communist fighters will always walk on the road of struggle? Don't count on me. Because of this little thing, I took a back seat.”

Political Commissar Petrov laughed as he spoke, and Malashenko also laughed when he heard what he said.

Friendship and feelings between men are sometimes so simple. It only takes one look and one action to communicate without any need for too many words to cover it up.

"Okay? Let's talk about something else."

"How was the situation when you went out to inspect the position just now? I didn't have time to ask at that time. Can you tell me now?"

Seeing that Malashenko got the topic on the right track, Commissar Petrov also changed his smile and returned to normal.

"Is everything okay with the soldiers and the position? When I went there, I happened to meet Kulbalov patrolling the position at night. There is no problem with the observation post out front and the light and dark posts close to the position? After the snow falls, there will be two shifts Changed to three shifts to prevent the soldiers from being too cold and causing accidents. "

"As long as the Germans try it tonight? We will definitely be able to discover their whereabouts in advance. The whole division will take action as soon as the gunfire rings? I guarantee it."

Those positions, fortifications, and bunkers left by the Ukrainian devils around the village really helped Malashenko a lot. If the Germans really came over, they wouldn't have no place to defend.

In this hellish weather where the soil is frozen harder than steel plates, it is almost impossible to dig civil engineering works on the ground. A 152-mm howitzer hits the ground and it's just a hole the size of a truck tire? It's just fucking nonsense to try to dig it manually, even if the thing you have on hand is good, it won't work? Unless you have crawlers from later generations. If you have an engineering demolition machine, you can try it.

"What about other situations? What about the villagers in the village? What do they think about shooting Walensky during the day? This should be your job? Have you investigated? Is your recognition of our Red Army reliable? "

Before coming to Ukraine, Malashenko had been worried about public sentiment and public support.

Think about it carefully? In the past, we fought in Russia, which was on the territory of later generations. It is not surprising that we are supported by the people almost wherever we go.

But for Ukraine, Malashenko has never been able to let go.

Worried that this unlucky place where even Vatu Kyung died in the existing history would cause some trouble for him, Commissar Petrov’s next answer proved Malashenko’s Worry is by no means unnecessary.

"I went from house to house and conducted a survey. About half of the people were happy and grateful for the arrival of our Red Army and supported us. Among the remaining half, not many people clearly expressed their opposition. How can I say? Just act numb, as if it doesn't matter whether the Germans, the Ukrainians, or the Red Army are in charge of the village."

"They don't care about these things, as if they have nothing to do with them. They just hope that their current life can be as undisturbed as possible."