Chapter 1311 Waiting for the war to end

“I know this, tell Comrade Political Commissar that I will be waiting here and if you have anything to talk to him alone.

Malashenko, who had connected himself to the fire, put on the seized Kraut lighter that had never been replaced. He breathed out a breath of fairy air and seemed to be thinking about something at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Kulbalov said nothing more, and then nodded to Malashenko and took the order, leaving Malashenko alone to sit casually on the edge of the earthen wall of the trench, holding his hands. With a cigarette in his pocket, he looked at the prisoners being escorted and the scene of cleaning the battlefield in front of him, his eyes fixed and dull, a little lost.

"Why this expression? Don't you have something good to show me?"

Malashenko has many good brothers, and Iushkin is the most eloquent among them.

To use Malashenko's words to Commissar Petrov, this kid can't hide things in his heart.

If a person is used to putting notes on his face, he will definitely write what he wants to say in a note on his face, especially when he is with people who are closer to him.

In a social dye vat like the distant 21st century, as long as an honest person like Iushkin dares to step into society, he is destined to be cheated, and he may even be cheated so miserably that his bones and flesh will be chewed to pieces, and even his body will be broken. You can't even spit out the scum, there are a lot of real cases out there for you to find.

Only a painful experience of social beatings and being cheated can make such people understand where they went wrong. However, the possibility of hatred or even going dark and seeking revenge cannot be ruled out.

But among the people around him, among his comrades and comrades-in-arms, Malashenko liked Iushkin's character very much. All kinds of real experiences imprinted in the memory of the distant future are silently telling Malashenko that people with pure minds like this are often the true brothers you deserve to spend your life making friends with.

The army is also a society, and wherever there are people, there must be various circles and rivers and lakes of different sizes.

For Iushkin, a special person to him, Malashenko just wanted to say that as long as he is still sitting in a high position. He would not let those black claws reach out to his good brother to trap him, poison him, or even treat him as a victim and a tool to play around with at will.

Does it sound a little gross?

But it is often the heart-to-heart feelings between men that are the most real, without any redundant impurities. To describe it in a more neutral way, "Everyone has someone they want to protect."

For Malashenko, Iushkin is such a person, a unique and special existence. In other words, Malashenko just wants to protect this pure heart from the dark side that will occur in any era. and the harm caused by the dark things.

Real thoughts are sometimes that simple.

Malashenko, who was having "random thoughts" in his mind, held a cigarette in his hand and turned his head to look at Iushkin. Such an expression made Iushkin, who was just chatting, a bit confused. At a loss.

"Did I say something wrong? You uh, don't look right."

Malashenko smiled, shook his head, and then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case reserved for generals that he still held in his hand, and handed it to Iushkin with his backhand.

"I noticed that your boy has become a bit more handsome and mature recently. Why, don't you think about dating a good girl?"

If things had gone by in the past, if Iushkin suddenly heard this, he would have blushed, been embarrassed, and even hesitated to explain.

But because of some in-depth exchanges with the "university love saint" Kirill, I[ ] Ushkin, who has never been in love until now, is actually able to see some things.

"It's impossible, at least not now."

Iushkin reached out and took the cigarette that Malashenko handed over. He touched his fingertips and slowly turned them in a circle before answering with a little thought.

"After Nikolai left, I went to his house last time when I went home on vacation. I sent him the relics and other things. It was Comrade Political Commissar who approved the leave for me. If I remember correctly, at that time you It should have only been two days since I returned to Moscow on vacation, but I only took a week off, and I returned to the team early before you came back."

Malashenko really didn't know about Iushkin's vacation, but it wasn't a big deal.

After all, everyone has to find a chance to change places to have a good rest. Moreover, matters in life have always been decided by the political commissar comrades who have a clear division of labor. Even if Malashenko wants to take a vacation, he has to report to the political commissar, and then submit a leave note to the front army headquarters and wait for approval.

Malashenko knew that this was not the point. Iushkin would definitely have something else to say next. This was just an introduction at best, so there was no need for him to answer immediately.

"Niklai's child is very young, so I won't tell you the scene at that time. You should be able to imagine it anyway."

"The child didn't know what a big thing had happened. He just stayed by his mother's legs and watched her cry. Nikolai's parents are still alive. He has three sisters and he is the only son in the family. It feels so good. The scene after knowing everything was like the end of the world for this family, it’s not an exaggeration at all.”

"I don't have any other plans. I just want to save one or more people from being so sad when I die on the battlefield. The pain of Nikolai's family is deeper than that of our comrades. They even I can only take over those cold relics and old military uniforms, medals, and certificates to remember my loved ones. I can’t imagine how heartbreaking this is.”

"No matter how painful we are, Nikolai is the most familiar person living around us, but what his family has been waiting for is only things that will only deepen the pain."

I don’t know when he started crying while talking. Iushkin was a little emotional. The hand holding the cigarette butt that was about to burn to his fingertips was trembling slightly. After some reminiscing, he could only put this past pain aside. Pain forcibly turned the page and threw the cigarette butt, which was already burning my hand, to the ground.

"First kill these fascist scum and then think about other things. Now I just want to make those bastards with blood on their hands pay the price. I don't think it's enough no matter how many German cars of garbage tin boxes I blow up, I want to Fight until Berlin is reduced to rubble!"

Malashenko, who originally just wanted to talk about something light and pleasant, did not expect that Iushkin, who couldn't hold back his words, would reveal so much bitterness at once because of a memory that was almost forgotten by time. Bitter, heartbroken and angry.

Looking at the snowy horizon in the distance, I felt the cold wind blowing across my face.

Malashenko, who was sitting on the trench next to Iushkin, grinned, and without thinking, he leaned forward and lightly touched his good brother with his shoulder.

"Then let's just say it. When you get married after the war, I will personally officiate your wedding."

Iushkin wiped away tears and smiled with red eyes, but even with tears, he was sincere.

"Aren't you afraid that I will die in this war? No one knows whether they will live to see the day of victory."

Malashenko curled his lips with disdain, as if he didn't take Iushkin's words seriously at all.

"You and I are in the same car. How can I still live if you die? The Germans haven't made a shell that can kill me yet."