Chapter 315 Welcome back

A pindrop could be heard in the large and silent warehouse. Malashenko and the others, who were silent, stood there with their eyes wide open in surprise. Colonel Petrov continued to speak.

"Before, when your battalion was in Yelniya and Leningrad, there was no political commissar. It can only be said that it was treated specially under special circumstances. But now that it has been upgraded to the Guards Tank Regiment, it will be no different than before. If there is no political commissar, someone will be killed. Can those people who are pointing fingers and gossiping behind my back understand what I mean?"

After listening to the words from Colonel Petrov's mouth, Malashenko blinked for a long time. Malashenko, who was obviously still a little overwhelmed by the news of being assigned as a political commissar, felt that it was too sudden. After all, being assigned as a political commissar was something that had already happened. For Malashenko, who is used to having the power in his own hands and acting resolutely, this is not good news at all.

When he thought that he would have to be controlled by a political commissar parachuted down from above, whether he was commanding operations or in daily life, Malashenko, who slowly came to his senses and felt a little tight in his chest, then spoke with a little reluctance. said.

"Honestly, comrade political commissar. Since Yelniya, I have almost become accustomed to the fighting style of leading the troops alone. Naturally, I obey and accept the fact that my superiors want to assign a political commissar to our regiment. It's just that I hope The new political commissar can try not to interfere with my military command, and combat matters can be discussed and analyzed together, but I hope that the final decisions and orders can be made without interference from the outside world. "

In 1941, when the Great Patriotic War had just broken out, the political commissar of the Red Army at this time undoubtedly had considerable power in the front-line troops, which was enough to make Western countries feel unbelievable.

At least, they can directly shoot the so-called "deserters" and "traitors to the motherland" without trial; at worst, they can directly intervene in the military deployment and decision-making command made by the military chiefs at the corresponding level. Compared with the highest deputy military officer in an army, the corresponding most senior political commissar of this army is more like the number two figure next to the chief military officer and almost on an equal footing. The power in his hands is compared to that of the armies of Western powers. Among them, the deputy-level military chief is even more serious and much bigger.

It is precisely because of this that Malashenko felt worried after learning from Colonel Petrov that he was about to be assigned as a political commissar.

If the deputy political commissar who was airborne turned out to be a bad guy who couldn't pee in the same pot as himself, Malashenko, who was worried about the future of himself and the army, simply couldn't imagine how terrible the final result would be.

The obvious worry can be seen from the tense look on Malashenko's face. Since the initial struggle with the White Bandits, he has climbed up to the position of political commissar step by step. Since the battle, he has experienced countless cruel battles. Colonel Petrov, who has also met all kinds of people, can naturally understand the meaning of Malashenko's complicated eyes.

Slowly stepping forward, he stretched out his remaining left arm and gently put it on the shoulder of Malashenko, who was a little downcast and had a complicated expression. Peter had a sincere and warm smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. Political Commissar Luo Fu finally gave the final answer at this moment.

"Who has said that I will interfere with your military command and combat decisions? You have the final say on all military command matters. If you want to take care of other things, I won't mind, provided you have the patience. and energy.”

After hearing the sudden words from Colonel Petrov's mouth, Malashenko was caught off guard and trembled all over. Malashenko, who was still unable to recover after a brief brain freeze, immediately raised his head in shock.

"What did you just say? Comrade Political Commissar"

Looking at the exaggerated expression on Malashenko's shocked face that almost dropped his jaw to the ground, Colonel Petrov, who still maintained the same smile at the corner of his mouth, confirmed his words again.

"I had signed all the files related to the job transfer before I came here, and all the work at the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been transferred. Although there is only one arm left that is somewhat useless, at least it is not useless. Are you willing to let me, an old man, stay in your glorious Guards heavy tank regiment?"

Looking at Colonel Petrov's sincere and unpretentious face, Malashenko, who felt mixed emotions and quite excited in his heart, no longer knew what to say.

"Comrade Political Commissar, I, I, I hope you understand how I feel at the moment. I mean I am really excited. It is an honor for you to come to our regiment and serve as the political commissar, and you are also the number one in the entire Guard. It’s an honor for the heavy tank breakthrough group. On behalf of all the crew and commanders, I welcome you! ”

The true expression of love between men never requires too many unnecessary words and tears. Looking at the sincere and heartfelt moving expression on Malashenko's face, I have already settled a worry in my heart and the stone fell to the ground. Colonel Petrov then held Malashenko's shoulders again.

"During the days after I retired from the front line, I always looked back on the past like a hammered old man. Chernyev's death lingered in my mind for a long time afterwards. . I asked myself that I could not accept the sudden departure of my comrades who once laughed and smoked and ate snow cubes to quench their thirst in the same trench. In addition, I had only one arm left. I even fantasized about it when I was drunk. That’s it for this life.”

Colonel Petrov, who still puts his only left arm on Malashenko's shoulder, looks like a heartbroken man immersed in past memories, which is enough to make people sigh, but there is something in him that inadvertently reveals His vague aura does not look like someone who is on the verge of despair. His strong and resolute feeling is like the warm breeze blowing across his face in spring, making people feel as if they are immersed in its atmosphere.

"The most precious thing for a person is life; it gives each of us only one chance. A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he regret for doing nothing. Shame; so that when he was dying, he could proudly say: I have dedicated my entire life and all my energy to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of mankind."

"Even today, these words that gave me light when I was trapped and confused are still with me. I think you can also understand these words, Malashenko."