Chapter 1608 A soft song on a spring night

Comrade Division Commander has a beautiful daughter-in-law named Natalia in her hometown of Moscow, who is an orphan of Tsarist Russia. This is something that everyone in the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division knows from top to bottom.

However, only a very few people have seen what the comrade's daughter-in-law looks like, and it seems that only comrade the political commissar has seen her.

Therefore, almost all the soldiers and commanders did not realize when Natalia first took the stage that the lead singer in front of them was the wife of our division commander. I thought it was just the same name. She was another girl named Natalia in the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe.

When Natalia said this, there was silence and silence in the audience, and then there was a burst of applause and cheers just like before.

"Comrade Commander, go quickly! We believe in you!"

"Comrade teacher, let's perform! Come on! Come on!"

"Come on! Comrade Commander, everyone is optimistic about you!"

Regardless of whether it is sincere or just following the trend and shouting to add to the fun, anyway, the warm applause and appeals in Malashenko's ears are mixed together, one after another, and it is simply getting higher and higher.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko could only smile bitterly, and then turned to look at the political commissar comrades aside, hoping to find help.

But what about Comrade Political Commissar?

The expression on his face was as if he was ignoring the matter and pretending to just watch the scenery, and the words that came out of his mouth were as plain as water. It was so unbelievable that Comrade Ma couldn't even hear it.

"If I were you, I would come on stage immediately. This is the voice of comrades. Comrade teachers should respect the collective opinions. This is not special."

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If he spoke Chinese now, and the political commissar could understand it and wouldn't find it strange, Malashenko would really want to say, "I'll take your mother in my mouth."

But to be honest, Comrade Political Commissar did say one thing right, that is, the voices of comrades cannot be violated.

The situation has reached this point, and Malashenko seems to have no other better option besides lowering his figure and performing on stage with his beautiful wife.

On the other hand, despite not giving himself any advance notice, Malashenko did not mean to blame Natalia for this.

Now, it's not enough to feel sorry for my daughter-in-law. I haven't seen her even once in a year and a half. How can I be willing to blame her for such a trivial matter.

Secondly, Malashenko can indeed understand Natalia's mood.

Every time I go back, I stay for a few days. As long as I am either fighting on the front line or on the way to fight, I can't stop all day long. Natalya still doesn't know how to live her life in fear at home. Malashenko really feels that it is not too much to have such a rare opportunity to pour out her heart and express her love.

"What do you want me to do with you, my dear?"

Malashenko, who had already appeared on the stage under the attention of everyone, came to Natalia and asked softly to his lover.

"Do you still have that harmonica?"

"Huh? Harmonica?"

Malashenko, who was suddenly asked by Natalia, was stunned for a moment before suddenly coming back to his senses. The harmonica his wife was talking about must be the harmonica that he had almost forgotten when he returned to Moscow. The harmonica inside originally belonged to Kirill, but he took care of it after Kirill was injured and hospitalized.

That night, Malashenko used the harmonica to perform a "mid-moon serenade" with Natalia, and they played a Katyusha together under the bright and flawless moonlight of Moscow.

Now it seems that Natalia still remembers this incident clearly and has not forgotten it, which makes our careless and somewhat arrogant Comrade Ma even more touched.

But, after all, that harmonica belongs to Kirill, not to him.

After Kirill recovered and was discharged from the hospital and returned to the team again, Malashenko returned the harmonica to Kirill, who was a top student in the music department, and returned it to its original owner.

At this moment, Malashenko's pockets were empty. If anything, he only had a pair of black leather gloves for tank soldiers, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Where the hell could he find a harmonica?

"It's bad! Something went wrong at the critical moment. Natalia doesn't know that the harmonica is not mine. What can I do now!?"

Just when Comrade Ma was getting angry and thinking about whether to yell at Valeski and ask him to borrow a harmonica for him, an unexpected scene happened immediately: Kirill, who was watching the performance from the audience, rushed onto the stage waving his harmonica in his hand. He ran up to Comrade Ma with excitement and immediately spoke repeatedly.

"I heard it even when I was close. Do you need a harmonica? Comrade Commander."

Although he has been away from the 177 crew for a long time and is no longer the loader of the current 177 crew, whether it is Malashenko, Iushkin, Seryosha, or even Artem later, of course Including Kirill himself, everyone still regards the previous loader of the No. 177 crew as a member of the crew.

Once a driver, always a driver.

For Kirill, the title "Comrade Commander" cannot be changed and has a special meaning.

To say the least, other people can't even call Malashenko that if they want to. This is something you can't envy.

Looking at Kirill who was no longer so common but still quite familiar and friendly, Malashenko, who smiled and raised his hand to take the harmonica, patted Kirill solemnly on the shoulder.

"Thank you, my brother."

"Then I'll go down and wait and see. Come on! Comrade Commander."

"Well, just wait and see! I'll show you my skills this time!"

After boasting confidently and watching Kirill trot off the stage and back to his original seat, Malashenko took a deep breath and turned around again to face Natalya.

"Let me guess, it's the same song as last time, right?"

Natalia did not answer directly, but nodded slightly with a blushing face. Her red cheeks under the moonlight made Comrade Ma feel very excited.

"Gan! It's a bit hard to hold on to this, so we'd better get down to business quickly."

Turning around, he raised the piano and brought it to his mouth, ready. Malashenko, who was already ready, started again just like that night in Moscow. The melodious and familiar melody instantly echoed in the quiet night sky.

"While pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, and soft gauze floats on the river, Katyusha stands on the beautiful bank, singing like the bright spring light."

"Katyusha stands on that beautiful shore, and her singing sounds like bright spring scenery~"

With the last successful experience, Malashenko, who got the harmonica, instantly recalled the familiar feel and rhythm, and matched Natalia's melody more perfectly.

And Natalia's singing is just as Valeski described, on this early spring night, it is as beautiful and refreshing as a lark on the branches of spring buds, enough to heal those who have been on the battlefield and scarred by battles. Soul wounds.