Chapter 2579 The time is just right

Some of them have nothing to do with the "Madonna" or not. In Malashenko's view, they are a torture of human nature and conscience.

It is an invisible and intangible battle, but it is as important as the battle with the Nazis on the battlefield, and it is a battle that must be won.

In this era, there is not such a developed media, and there is no such terrifying communication power that if something happens on the front line in the morning, it will be known to the whole world on the Internet in the afternoon.

Some truths may be buried forever and never see the light of day, just like a child being crushed into the soil by a leader's tracks.

But some truths may not, and perhaps one day they will be revealed to the world in some way or in some way, and be recorded as a piece of history to alert future generations, so that the truth will be remembered forever.

As the battlefield leader of the leading division, he is the commander of a division who actually holds direct military command.

Malashenko not only wants his troops to win, but also wants his soldiers to win glory, win justice, win a reputation worthy of him, and be worthy of being called a hero, and at the same time win two decisive battles on the battlefield and on human nature.

"The Red Army has never been a war machine that only kills people. This is not the original intention when we broke the shackles and established this armed force. Don't forget this, Malashenko. I always firmly believe that our ideals and our cause are bright and open, Great and just, no matter what happens, don't forget this. What matters is how you do it and what you do. Don't forget it at any time.

Comrade Comrade Political Commissar taught Malashenko a lot, including how to be a real person, a person worthy of the burden on his shoulders and all the names and halo above his head.

One day, I will say goodbye to this legendary and heroic team, and say goodbye to this team that has written countless heroic and glorious deeds.

But just like he will leave eventually.

My comrades-in-arms, all the comrades who are still alive around me, will eventually leave one day.

Leadership mentors must be passed on, passed down from generation to generation like a torch.

Malashenko hopes that what the leadership division can pass on is not only the title but also the military history filled with heroic and glorious deeds.

It is a spirit, a spirit that can be clear at all times, and something that allows leaders to pass on the true definition of "hero".

The world will know everything that happens here today and in the coming period, just like knowing the name of the leader.

Inheritance is not only the internal transmission of oneself, but also a kind of carrying forward that is passed on silently.

Malashenko is not sure and does not know whether what he does today will bear fruit and produce satisfactory results one day.

But at this moment, he had something he had to do. Standing on the street, leaning against his IS7 command vehicle, looking at the bustling crowd of old, weak, sick and disabled people who came to line up to receive supplies, Malashenko I am even more convinced of this in my heart.

I am convinced that what the political commissar comrades told me personally is correct, and I am convinced that what I have done is clear-minded.

Iushkin, who also witnessed the real scene in front of him on the turret, also acted calmly. Sitting on the roof of the car, he was as calm as an ordinary person watching the people coming and going on the street. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth. It was because I thought of something that I finally spoke slowly.

"You know, when I heard about this, I guessed that you would do this. To be honest, I'm not surprised at all."

""

After hearing this, Malashenko did not say anything on the spot. Instead, he spoke after turning his head and seeing Iushkin's normal expression.

"I was also curious why you didn't say anything. I thought you wanted to call me a Suka idiot."

"Well, you guessed it wrong. I never thought about it this way from beginning to end."

""

Perhaps seeing the visibly trembling corners of Malashenko's face, as if he was hesitant to speak, Iushkin picked up his cigarette and flicked the ashes, choosing to continue.

"If you want to say why, the reason is actually very simple. Comrade Political Commissar not only taught you lessons, I also learned a lot from him."

"I gradually began to understand what you meant by what you said. Destroying the enemy is just a way. The root is to completely eradicate the soil where hatred breeds and enemies sprout."

"I have my own understanding. I begin to feel that victory on the battlefield is not the end of the war, but the removal of the land that we can all understand."

"I support you on this matter. As you said, we are not human beings, but we are still. We cannot compare what the enemy has done with the standard of what we should do. To be honest, if it weren't for you and When I say this, and the political commissar is trying to reason, I think this is something that only a demented person can say. How can there be such a fool who is so kind to the enemy?"

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Having said this, Iushkin was obviously stunned. He continued to sit on the turret and quietly looked at everything that was happening on the street in front of him. He looked at those who queued up to receive the food and were filled with joy and even wiping tears. He thanked the civilians of the Red Army in German that he must understand, as if he had witnessed something very familiar that had been engraved in the depths of his memory, something that he had never forgotten.

"It reminds me of what happened in our hometown, all the misfortunes."

"I am even more grateful for what we have done now, and that your order will be like this. We have finally taken a step on the road to true victory, and we are advancing hand in hand with the victory on the battlefield."

"I'm glad to be here with you, Comrade Commander. It's my honor."

"Mine too."

"me too."

"And me."

"Well, can you count me in, even though I'm late."

At some point, Iushkin was not the only person on the turret.

The entire No. 177 crew, except Malashenko who was still stuck under the car, all the others leaned out on the roof and turret, looked at their comrade commander and agreed in unison.

Looking back behind him, Malashenko seemed to be in a daze not only to see these familiar faces in front of him, but also two deceased comrades who seemed to be alive and smiling at him on the turret.

The moisture in his eyes was covered up in just a blink of an eye. In any case, at this moment, Malashenko sincerely felt that having such a group of comrades to get along with him day and night, and to accompany him, was probably the best time for him to come to this place. The biggest gain after entering a different world with a strange timeline.

"Stop being so straight-faced. It looks like you're having a meeting. Smile. I'll take a group photo of you guys. The timing is just right."

Many years later, whether they are East Germans, Germans or Russians, there will always be people who remember this scene that Lavrinenko proposed and recorded on a whim. I remember the faces left in that photo, and the IS7 heavy tank with the sickle-and-hammer red flag and the Guards logo painted on it, recorded together with the laughing crowd on the street.