Chapter 1919 More than the Queen of England

Compared with the last time he came back, Malashenko found that the Moscow in front of him was already very familiar to him, and there were more obvious changes than before. ReadМ

There are more people strolling and looking carefree on the streets than before. You can also see young mothers leading their children laughing and walking on the streets every now and then. There are even old people sitting on benches on the street. Bask in the warm sunshine. Everything within sight looked so beautiful, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with the war.

"What? Which beautiful girl have you fallen in love with so much?"

Malokov, who was driving slowly with his hands on the steering wheel, noticed something was wrong with Malashenko in the passenger seat, and the tone of his half-joking question was still the same as before.

Ordinarily, Malashenko would definitely follow these words and make a few jokes along with Malokov, creating a lively atmosphere.

However, Malashenko, who is feeling quite emotional at the moment, has other things to say.

"It's nothing, it's just that the scene is very different from the scene I saw when I came back last time. Compared with last time, the current look is more like what a normal Moscow should look like. It's harder to see people in a hurry. Instead, It’s about enjoying life, and there’s nothing better than that.”

Malokov, who was still driving with his hands on the steering wheel, smiled when he heard this, and blurted out the words without thinking.

"Wait a minute, you are a general who leads troops to fight on the front line. You are fighting life and death on the front line, and you are content with enjoying yourself in the rear. Shouldn't you be angry when you see such a scene? Why are you still happy?"

Malokov's tone sounded very interested, as if he was looking forward to what answer Malashenko would give next. Malashenko also smiled, shook his head, and answered without thinking.

"The front line and the rear are two different things. What are the soldiers fighting to protect everything in the rear and the motherland for? Isn't it just to protect such a peaceful and peaceful scene so that the people standing behind them can live such a stable and happy life? The front line of the war is far away from our hometown. Is it better to be farther, farther, and farther away?”

"Moscow is the capital of the motherland. In fact, the more Moscow looks like this, the more it proves that our efforts on the front line are fruitful and not in vain. The raging war is getting farther and farther away from the motherland, and people can already feel a trace of it. It’s close to the familiar atmosphere of normal life. Is there anything more comforting to the frontline soldiers than this? The answer is no.”

Compared to the expectant look on his face just now, by the time Malashenko's voice faded, Malokov's face had changed and he looked quite touched.

"You're right, but my understanding is too shallow."

"Think about it, if so many soldiers failed to protect this peace even at the cost of their lives, and the war is still raging like a plague in Moscow, then everything would be really too cruel. If those soldiers who sacrificed their lives are still raging like a plague in Moscow, I think they will be very happy to know that Moscow is what it is now, because this is the beauty they protect with their lives.”

Malashenko and Malokov reached an agreement, as if "heroes see the same thing."

The warm sunshine shines on the body through the windshield of the Gas Jeep, which is particularly comfortable. When I return to my hometown, I can still drive slowly and chat with my old friends, while resonating in the depths of my soul and heart. Such beautiful scenes are so rare in Malashenko's memory that he has traveled so far, so that Malashenko, who is sitting in the passenger seat, feels that every minute and second now is precious and worth cherishing.

After finishing his words, Malashenko, who had nothing to do, picked up a newspaper on the driver's seat, spread out his hands and put it in front of him and started reading. Malokov, who was driving slowly beside him, saw him. The statement was a timely reminder.

"Those are from last week. I didn't have time to take them away after reading them and just threw them there. There is no latest news you want to know."

Malokov kindly reminded him, but Malashenko didn't care.

"It doesn't matter. I've been so busy on the front line recently that I don't even have time to go to the toilet to take a dump. I've been thinking about command and fighting. The news a week ago is already news to me. I'm probably not interested in the above things. Do not know at all."

While talking and reading down, he quickly noticed a particularly eye-catching message. Malashenko, who had read the short text message line by line, seemed a little surprised. Then he slightly raised the newspaper and looked at it from the corner of his eye. Malokov asked.

"Why is this song even in the newspaper? Is it so popular? And it is published so prominently. Do many people know about it?"

After a quick glance, he saw the text written on Malashenko's finger area. Malokov smiled instead and asked himself that he had to make up for Malashenko's recent popular news in Moscow.

"This is one of the most popular music in Moscow nowadays. Not only adults can sing it, but even children can hum it. I heard that some people have proposed to include this song in teaching materials. Its appeal is really strong. It also allows children to cherish their hard-won happy and beautiful life and this peace and tranquility, which is really meaningful in the long run.”

"By the way, I would have forgotten it if you hadn't brought it up. Didn't I remember that this song was not composed by you? When I saw the news, I was surprised that our tank hero has such abilities. He can not only conquer those fascists physically. A lackey who also knows how to create music is simply an all-around outstanding talent of the motherland, right?”

"Well"

Indeed, as Malokov said, "How I Want to Live", which was born decades prematurely in this timeline, was written by Malashenko. Like the song "For You, Motherland", both songs are written by Malashenko. "Future souvenirs" brought to Comrade Lao Ma, who is a time traveler.

The "aboriginals" living in this era who have never heard such excellent songs naturally regard the tank hero of the motherland as the creator and originator. It is normal to think so.

It’s just that Malashenko already has a long list, such as the tank hero of the motherland, the double hero of the Soviet Union, the best front-line tank commander, the tank master who was highly praised by Kotin and Morozov, and the new light weapons master of the motherland Kara. Shnikov's mentor, Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin and Marshal Zhukov's favorite general, General Vatutin's fire captain, Fascism's most feared steel butcher, etc., have to be added to a long list of various titles. A new one comes up: the talented master of Patriotic War music.

Well, there is a saying. Malashenko thought to himself that if he was given a lot of titles by the editors of Pravda endlessly, then in the end he would probably have to pronounce the title before his name. More than the Queen of England.