Chapter 1584 I brought this face with me

There is no age limit for worshiping the heroes of the motherland. Even a little kid has this right. Of course Malashenko knows this.

"How old is the child?"

Malashenko asked curiously with a smile.

"The older one is seven years old and the younger one is four years old. Both are sons. I am a native of Nizhny Tagil and served in the reserve army before the war broke out. After the war started, there was an urgent shortage of manpower and many people were transferred to the front line. My My legs and feet are a bit weak, and I was slightly disabled due to illness when I was young. I always have a bumpy walk.”

"The military doctor said I was not suitable for going to the front line, but I am indeed experienced and have served for a long time. So they transferred me here as a second lieutenant, responsible for patrolling the station's security and checking for Nazi spies and saboteurs. What kind of conspiracy did the attackers sneak into the station? Fortunately, it has been quiet all the time. It seems that the fascist lackeys have not been able to penetrate this far. "

Comrade Second Lieutenant, who was obviously a warm-hearted and generous person, explained his resume thoroughly. After hearing this, Comrade Lao Ma leaned on the passenger seat and nodded with a smile.

"It's good to be able to contribute to the motherland. As long as you work hard in a position that requires you, you can play a role and significance no matter where you are. This deserves recognition."

Malashenko's words were obviously a compliment, which made the second lieutenant, who was driving with his hands on the steering wheel, a little embarrassed.

"You are the first general to praise me like this. I used to be upset that I could not go to the front line to fight. I felt that I had lost the meaning of being a soldier. Later I gradually understood that this was not the case. I can guarantee that I will defeat Tagil." As long as this important military-industrial complex is safe, even if it is just the safety of the station platform, those spies and saboteurs will not be able to slip under my nose. "

The second lieutenant's driving skills are quite good. The GAZ Jeep, which is not that easy to drive, is as easy to drive as an automatic electric car in his hands.

Even when chatting and laughing with Malashenko, he was as steady as an old dog. The scenery on the street outside the window also aroused Malashenko's interest.

"It looks lively and there are a lot of pedestrians. Has it always been like this here?"

"No, it's only recently that it's become more lively."

Comrade Second Lieutenant was very happy to answer Malashenko's questions. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with working as a tour guide.

"Actually, it can't be said to be very lively. Most of the people living here are the families of soldiers and workers, or families related to the military industry. This is the case in the entire Nizhny Tagil. It used to be that animal husbandry was the main industry here, and there were people everywhere. They are grazing animals and can be seen everywhere. After the tank factory and design bureau moved in, it changed drastically.

"A while ago, there weren't actually many people, but recently the Second Design Bureau has recruited a lot of new people. I heard they were skilled workers and tank designers transferred from other places. Some people said they seemed to be preparing to expand production. Scale. Ha, who can explain this kind of thing clearly? People always have something new to talk about after dinner. I don’t know the specific reason. In short, there have been more people on the street recently, and many of them are near the new city. Moved here.”

Fresh gossip topics are not unique to China. They are the same everywhere in the world, and the Soviet Union is no exception.

As the second lieutenant narrated, Malashenko saw a young mother leading her child, a little girl, walking on the sidewalk outside the car window, carrying food that she had probably just queued up to receive. The happy smiles on the faces of the mother and daughter seemed extremely far away from war. This was of course what Malashenko and countless Red Army soldiers wanted to see.

"Hey! Irina! Did you just get your things? I see you have a lot in your hands!"

Obviously, the young lieutenant knew the woman leading the child, and he rolled down the window and waved to her.

"Yes, I received a lot today, almost half the amount than before. I can make more bread now."

The woman was obviously in a good mood, and the ensign was still smiling when he answered.

"Oh, don't be greedy for me. I can smell the aroma! The bread you bake is amazing. If I go over and have a meal, will I have my share?"

"Of course, you can bring Anna with you. I have some sewing questions that I would like to ask her for advice."

"Then it's agreed. See you in the evening. I will take Anna and the children there after the changing of the guard."

"Okay, wait for your family to come over."

The cars waiting at the intersection slowly moved forward and got back on the road. This small episode of the queue at the intersection did not waste too much time, but it did arouse some interest in Malashenko.

"Is he your neighbor?"

"Huh? Ah, yes, he is my neighbor."

"Irina is also a local. She and I have known each other since we were children, and my wife and I have been friends since childhood."

"Irina's husband is an artillery captain. He has been fighting on the front line since the first year of the war. He has not come back yet. He has only taken two vacations to temporarily come back home. It is not easy for Irina to raise the children alone. Yes, there is a lack of a man in the family, and many things are difficult to do. I mean manual work and moving things.”

"It just so happens that our two families live very close to each other and are neighbors, so we often interact with each other more often. Anna, my wife, they often study sewing together. Ha, as women, apart from taking care of the children and doing housework, these are the only things left. You have to find something to do in your spare time.”

The young second lieutenant who was talking while driving was in a good mood and smiling. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with his current life, but this also brought back some thoughts of Malashenko.

"Perhaps this is the ultimate goal of our struggle, this is the life we ​​should have."

"Away from the war and the front line, everything is so peaceful and peaceful. This is how we lived in the past, but it was broken by the sudden invasion. Now we have to restore this state and get life and everything back on track. You can see With this kind of scene, I believe we are indeed one step closer to success, and this must be the case.”

Talking to Malashenko always leaves me with an indescribable feeling. This is not an unpleasant feeling, but a physical and mental pleasure, and a great recognition.

The chatting and laughing along the way did not last long, and the car soon reached a checkpoint where usually vehicles could no longer move forward. Going further forward was the location of the Second Design Bureau managed by Morozov.

"I need some documents, preferably passes or telegram orders. Do you have these with you? Comrade General."

When it came time to get down to business, Malashenko, who really had nothing similar on his body, just smiled faintly, patted Comrade Second Lieutenant on the shoulder and then opened the door and got out of the car.

"I didn't bring any documents or orders, but I brought my face to see if it's enough."