Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko could feel the atmosphere lingering around him. It was real and extremely strong. It was like an oncoming wave that could instantly sweep people into it and put them in this red sea.

"These are your soldiers, your comrades, Malashenko. You have led an army as unyielding as steel."

At this exciting moment, Comrade Political Commissar did not hesitate to give this appreciation and honor to Malashenko. This is a kind of recognition and praise from the heart.

However, some things cannot be accomplished by oneself, and Malashenko knows this very well.

Facing the praise and appreciation from the political commissar, Malashenko just smiled and then turned around and spoke softly.

"No, this is the common honor of our collective. You, me, Lavry, and all the soldiers and comrades in the division, this is the steel soul that was built by everyone working together! There is no personal heroism, We are always an indivisible group of heroes. No matter what kind of battle we face, as long as we unite as one, we will definitely overcome all difficulties!"

Malashenko's tone of voice increased from low to high to impassioned, and his voice became louder and louder until finally it was loud enough for everyone around him to hear.

There was a brief silence first, and then there was a wave of cheers that was louder than before.

"Ula! Destroy Fascism, we are invincible!"

"Long live Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division! We are unstoppable!"

"Ula! Ula!! Ula!!!"

What kind of activities do soldiers need to enrich their leisure time?

Malashenko has thought about this issue for a long time, and even thought about the possibility of slightly transforming some simple entertainment methods in the future world and introducing them into the current timeline.

But now, Malashenko understands.

An atmospheric event like today that can boost morale and unite everyone is what the soldiers and our division really need.

With today's artistic performance as a revelation, Malashenko, who had never taken this matter too seriously before, secretly made up his mind. In the future, whenever there is an opportunity, we should strive for more similar activities. Such a performance is better than N+1 mobilization rallies.

Whether now or in the future, songs are always the best form of artistic expression that can arouse human emotions and make people truly feel the meaning of "empathy", and there is no one, regardless of language.

The cheers after the song came to an end, and after the climax, the next program came on stage.

"Well, comrades, before the next program starts, please allow me to tell you a short story and an opening remarks.

Malashenko, who had just sat down on a chair, was about to reach out and light a cigarette for himself. He accidentally glanced at the stage and saw Valeski speaking there.

"Huh? What did he want to say? What tricks did he use?"

Malashenko, who was muttering in his heart, did not stop his movements and lit the fire. Amidst the smoke between his lips and teeth, Valeski on the stage continued to speak.

"In our Red Flag Song and Dance Ensemble, there is a lesbian whose singing is so beautiful that she is as intoxicating as a lark on a branch in spring."

"She is one of the lead singers of our Red Flag Song and Dance Ensemble. Compared with the majestic chorus performance, her solo singing voice is soft and beautiful. Every time she goes to a frontline military station, it seems to be able to heal the soldiers' long-lasting battle wounds."

"Her singing voice left a deep impression on almost everyone. Even Marshal Voroshilov praised her as a valuable asset of the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe and the most outstanding lead singer in the entire troupe."

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When Valeski said this, Comrade Lao Ma in the audience had already noticed something.

The cigarette in his mouth was mostly burnt and had long ash hanging from it, but Malashenko was completely unaware of this. He still opened his eyes wide and raised his ears, waiting for Valeski's next words.

"Now, let us welcome one of the most outstanding lead singers of the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe: Comrade Natalia to sing for everyone!"

"Fuck! She's really my fucking wife!"

He was somewhat surprised in his heart, and even complained a little, but with such thoughts in mind, Malashenko was really looking forward to his beautiful daughter-in-law performing on stage and showing off her skills.

Natalia's singing skills are very good and her singing voice is soft and beautiful. Malashenko has known this for a long time.

I just really enjoyed Natalya's singing performance. For us, Comrade Ma, this is also the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan chair. It is impossible to say that I am excited and have no expectations at the same time.

As Valeski's words faded, Natalia, wearing a knee-length skirt, military uniform and a boat-shaped hat, slowly walked onto the stage.

The early spring nights in this season are far from unbearably hot, let alone cool and pleasant. In fact, even if you wear slightly thinner clothes, you will feel freezing.

Malashenko, who even felt a little scared even in the regular uniform of a tank corps major general, saw his beautiful wife on stage wearing such thin clothes. Although it was understandable that it was necessary for the performance, she really felt distressed.

"Damn it! What kind of stupid and stupid arrangement? Why do you let people wear such thin clothes to sing!?"

Malashenko, who had set up a "double standard", didn't even realize that during the sacred war chorus just now, the actresses participating in the chorus were already dressed in similar outfits to Natalia, but just now he could hear it with excitement , no intention of complaining at all.

Otherwise, the ability of great men to care for their wives is innate? If the woman on this stage is not his wife and has nothing to do with him, then I'm sorry, even the teacher and comrade will "not see" her.

"Comrades, comrades-in-arms, commanders and chiefs, good evening to everyone."

Natalia, who walked to the center of the stage, first greeted her into the microphone, but Malashenko in the audience was pondering.

"This leader of commanders and combatants should include me, right?"

Malashenko smiled when he thought of this, but his smile seemed a bit shaky. Who knew what Comrade Ma was thinking in his head at the moment.

"Before I officially start, I would like to ask everyone to do me a favor and help me invite someone to come on stage to perform this song with me."

"Um?"

Comrade Lao Ma, who was always staring at his wife, was alert, and he had noticed something about a tacit familiarity with each other.

"I would like to invite the comrade commander of our division, my fiancé Malashenko, to come on stage. My miss for him is growing day by day in my distant hometown. In order to see him, I took the initiative to apply to come to the front line to participate in this performance. "

"It's both dedicated to everyone and also to him. I hope this song can get the cooperation of the person I love most."