Chapter 1187 Looking for help

Anya cherishes the days when she can be alone with Malashenko. This peace and beauty is like a world in a dream. Even though this beauty may end at any time due to an accident, Anya doesn't care about it. The important thing is to cherish the present and the happiness in front of her. Doing this is enough for Anya.

With this little girl by his side, he takes care of his daily diet and checks his wounds and changes dressings. This kind of day that only requires quiet rest is very rare for Malashenko, but it also makes people feel very uncomfortable. Malashenko, who is used to fighting for his life all day long, only feels that he is not like this quiet everything. Out of place.

Even when he calmly sits on the hospital bed and looks out at the green leaves on the branches outside the window, Malashenko's thoughts will unconsciously fly to the distant front line to try to imagine what is happening to Political Commissar Petrov now? What is Lavrinenko doing? Whether the reconstruction of the army is going smoothly and so on.

Malashenko, who was so bored, felt like he was about to get sick!

In this era of scarcity of material life, there is nothing to do but lie in the hospital bed all day long. Apart from listening to the damn radio, all I can do is fall asleep, or else I just hold a thick book and be a nerd. I really want a mobile phone. Coming to play but not having any, Malashenko realized he had to find something to do.

The sun rose as usual on a new morning. Iushkin, who had filled himself up in the hospital cafeteria, also made a special trip to get a box of porridge for Malashenko, humming a little tune and acting like a "spirited boy" "Wandering to Malashenko's ward in the same manner, his only task these days is to chat with Comrade the train commander and relieve his worries.

"What are we going to talk about today? Comrade Commander, how about we find a literary classic to study?"

Watching Iushkin slowly pouring the porridge he brought into the lunch box and serving it to himself, Malashenko, who was staring at the steaming steam, suddenly spoke softly.

"I have something to ask of you, Iushkin."

"Ah? What's going on?"

Iushkin, who was holding a lunch box in his hand and blinked, seemed a little dazed by Malashenko's sudden question. He was definitely not pretending.

"Help me find a person in Moscow. His name is"

boom--

Before Malashenko could finish his words, the wooden door of the ward was once again pushed open without knocking. A man in military uniform rushed in from the corridor outside the door, and we were greeted directly. Comrade Lao Ma was stunned on the bed.

"It's okay, there's no need to look for him, he's already here.

Before Malashenko finished speaking, the man who suddenly rushed into the ward took off the large-brimmed military cap on his head and put it down. Without saying a word, he walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Go down.

"It's a miracle! You were hit in the stomach by a bullet on the battlefield and you managed to make it to Moscow alive! Will anyone believe this? I'm afraid not?"

To be honest, even Malashenko himself felt that this was quite outrageous, but who said that he had survived and not died? Anyway, it's enough to be alive now. It would be too boring to worry about why I didn't die.

"Listening to what you said, do you want me to die at the gunpoint of a German?"

"Hahaha, how could it be? It's you on the other hand. I remember you are a very good at joking. When did you become so rigid?"

Due to the needs of his special work, Colonel Malokov rarely shows his "pleasant" side.

Malokov himself believes that this will give opportunities to evil elements who are lurking in the dark and waiting for opportunities to conspire to subvert and destroy the motherland. The popular impression he displays must be a steel image that can use thunderous means. Only in this way can it be considered. Qualified.

But every time he was with Malashenko, Colonel Malokov would always have an indescribable feeling lingering in his mind. It's like as soon as one of you sits here, you will immediately enter a state of talking about anything. There seems to be endless interesting things and common language, and you can have a good chat with Malashenko, who you haven't seen for a long time.

"You came just in time, Malokov. I just planned to ask my gunner to find you. This saves him from having to drive again. After all, your place is a bit scary."

The moderately cold joke made Malokov slowly shake his head and laugh at the bedside, but his facial expression did not bother him at all. After all, what Malashenko said was considered true from a certain perspective.

"Okay, tell me, what do you, the colonel of the tank crew, a hero of the Soviet Union, want to do with me?"

As soon as Malokov finished speaking, Malashenko, who did not respond directly, poured the last mouthful of porridge in the lunch box on the table and handed the empty lunch box to him while wiping his mouth. Iushkin on the side said.

"Go and wash the lunch box, Iushkin. It will get sticky over time. Remember to take the lid and wash it too."

"Oh, okay, I'll go right away."

Iushkin, who didn't notice anything strange or wrong, followed Malashenko's order and took the lunch box, packed it up, turned around and left.

When the ward door was smoothly closed, Malokov, who had been paying attention to every detail of Iushkin since just now, turned his head and spoke slowly and intriguingly to Malashenko.

"The people under you are so simple, Malashenko. I guarantee based on my working experience since joining the Ministry of Internal Affairs that he had no doubts or hesitations about your order just now. From the beginning to the end, he thought that he was just washing lunch boxes. You have good sense in choosing your right-hand man.”

Malashenko just found an easy excuse to temporarily put away Iushkin, so that there were only two people left in the ward and it was easier to talk. But he didn't expect that Malokov could use the topic to his advantage. See all these ways.

"The people around me are basically the purest soldiers. They are simple, kind, love their motherland and are willing to sacrifice everything for it. They are full of trust in their closest comrades. Iushkin is such a person. Of course. I’m not saying anything bad about you or implying anything, I just want to explain the issue based on the facts, so please don’t make random guesses.”

Malashenko is the purest soldier under the sun, while Malokov plays the guardian of the motherland in the shadows.

The huge differences in each other's identities will cause some innate gaps, but fortunately, two people who understand each other can bridge this gap and get closer to each other, which is of course enough to entrust trust.

"I'm looking for you this time to ask you for a favor. How much do you know about the small arms department in Moscow?"