Chapter 1611 Composer

There are many things in life that are worthy and must be done. Malashenko feels that he just did what he should and must do.

Under the influence of this dark tide of countercurrent in the abyss, the soldiers need high morale, indestructible will, and tenacious determination to win this cruel war that will last at least another year.

As their division commander, Malashenko has the obligation to do this. And judging from the final results, it is obviously very worthwhile and effective.

"Who wrote this song? Where did you get such a great song?"

When Malashenko stepped down and returned to his seat, political commissar Petrov on the side was the first to ask questions. Both his words and the expression on his face seemed impatient.

Comrade Political Commissar was curious, but this stumped Comrade Ma.

"Well, if I said I created it myself, would you believe it?"

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Looking at the question mark on Comrade Political Commissar's face, Malashenko immediately knew that such an answer would definitely shock Comrade Political Commissar.

But many times you have no other choice, because the song was indeed not created in this era, but was brought by Malashenko from the future world based on his memory.

The reason why Malashenko can remember the song "How I Want to Live" so clearly is because the song does have a very high creative artistic conception, which very much corresponds to the bloody fight and sacrifice of the soldiers on the battlefield.

Secondly, before time travel, this song was actually the favorite song of Comrade Ma’s roommate and best friend, Lavrinenko’s great-grandson: Rosov.

As descendants of heroes, Lavrinenko's son and grandson, Rosov's grandfather and father, were both serious members of the Soviet Red Army, and they were all tank soldiers like their ancestors.

At the time of the disintegration in 1991, Rosov's father was a member of the Moscow Garrison, a commander of a T80U main battle tank, newly married and still very young.

According to Rosov, his father's impression of the disintegration of the motherland was: there were no signs, everything was fine the day before, but when he woke up early the next morning, he was suddenly told that the motherland was gone and disintegrated, and it was back to the way it was before. of the Russian era.

During that period, Rosov's father was in a "foolish" state almost every day. He worked hard to practice his professional skills and always thought that one day he would be like his ancestors, a young tank soldier who drove a tank to the battlefield and defended the motherland. Never would he have thought that the motherland that he had always dreamed of and was even willing to sacrifice his life to protect would be broken down from within by a group of traitors.

What follows immediately after being devastated is the plunge into the abyss and trough of life.

In order to get money to feed his pregnant wife and keep the child nourished, Rosov and his father were almost going crazy at that time.

The superiors of the army that had just been disbanded were in chaos. Not to mention the money, the tank crews of the Moscow garrison did not know who they should take orders from for a long time.

The tank crews who contacted this one and said they didn't care, and then asked that one to find someone else, had no choice but to support their families even if they couldn't get any money. In the end, they had no choice but to focus on their most important partners, those steel-bodied mounts.

"We sold artillery shells, carefully unscrewed the propellant and poured out all the gunpowder inside. We saved up until a truck full and exchanged money. After that, we put the cartridges without propellant back in and tightened them. Look. It's still intact as before, this is for possible inspection by superiors."

"You have to keep a few good shells in reserve, so that when the people above come to check, they will fire two rounds on a whim. It would be terrible if none of them fire."

When Rosov asked how his father survived those dark days, this is what his father told him, and then Rosov repeated the words to Malashenko.

"My dad's unit never went on combat missions, but I heard that some tank units were later transferred to fight against Chechnya, and they also engaged in this kind of reselling of military supplies."

"You can imagine what the scene will be like. There are more than thirty artillery shells in a tank, but there are only a few shells with propellant that can actually be fired, and the rest are all empty shells. . The soldiers in the front shouted for the tanks to shoot down the machine guns, while the tanks behind them stared at them with dozens of unloaded shells. It felt crazy and sad just thinking about it. "

Malashenko still remembers Rosov's expression of loneliness when he said this, but immediately afterwards there was a look of relief.

"Of course, I don't blame my dad. They had no choice in that situation. How many soldiers would be willing to attack their military buddies? Those equipment are alive to them, and they are carefully cared for like their old comrades. It’s all the fault of these traitors to the motherland! It’s really hateful to do this for their own selfish desires, ruining the bloodshed and sacrifice of countless people, and making all their efforts go to waste.”

"Hey! Comrade Commander?"

Malashenko, who briefly fell into memories, was brought back to reality by a call from the political commissar next to him. After regaining his consciousness, he turned to the political commissar Petrov and responded.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"It's nothing. You've been distracted a lot lately. Are you thinking about something?"

Comrade Political Commissar could tell at a glance that Comrade Lao Ma was definitely thinking about something. Malashenko also knew that he could not hide what he was thinking about from Comrade Political Commissar, but he could not tell the truth about what he was thinking about.

"I'm looking for someone to help me compose the music of this song. Don't I already have the lyrics? Since the response from the soldiers is so enthusiastic, we should try to promote this song. If it can be used on more front lines I think it’s a good thing that the troops are having a reaction.”

Although this is a song from later generations in the 21st century, the artistic conception between the lyrics and music is similar, and it can be compared with the current situation of the Patriotic War, so Malashenko made this suggestion.

Hearing what Malashenko said, the political commissar who originally had this plan nodded and responded to Malashenko in a tone of approval.

"I agree with this suggestion. I think you can talk to Valeski about the specific details. When I talked to him before, I heard that he was a composer before joining the Red Flag Song and Dance Ensemble. Maybe he is an expert in this field. With his help, your song may soon be sung all over the front lines.”

In fact, even if Comrade Political Commissar didn't say anything, Valeski was already doing this at this moment.

Valeski, holding a notepad and pencil in his hand, looked excited now!

He had just seen the solemn scene of the soldiers wiping away their tears in the audience. The song was so contagious that even Valeski himself was disturbed and his eyes were red.

The notepad records the lyrics that Malashenko just sang. "Want to Live" is not a very fast song, but very slow. With the complete lyrics, Valeski swore that he had never heard such a song before. Maybe it was an original song by General Malashenko! I must go to Comrade General to find out clearly, and it would be best to get authorization to assist in the creation.

If this is the case, Valeski is almost certain that his name will soon be spread across the country and everyone will know it through the strong wind of Malashenko.