Chapter 604 Misunderstanding

Destiny is a very magical thing, magical enough to make people feel unprepared for the sudden reality.

Malashenko never expected that the first person he rescued would be a nurse girl dressed as an angel in white.

Malashenko, who didn't care too much, carried the girl who he had rescued from the rubble with his own hands like a princess to the ground.

Malashenko, who couldn't care less about the embarrassment, looked at the unresponsive girl in his arms. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could still feel that she was still alive.

Malashenko, who was waiting for the rescuer, immediately looked around for anyone within sight who was related to the doctor. Unfortunately, Malashenko, who stared for a long time, still found nothing.

"Damn it, the dog doesn't even have a doctor, what the hell are you thinking about?"

Cursing and cursing can't solve the actual problem, and anxiousness can't find a doctor who doesn't exist nearby.

Seeing that he couldn't count on anyone else, Malashenko simply held the girl in his arms and ran towards the street quickly. With one shoulder, he knocked open the wooden door closest to him in a straight line. There was no one and furniture scattered all over the place. The scene does not appear to be inhabited by anyone.

The hand planing rescue on the other side of the ruins was still going on. No one came with Malashenko. In the silent room, only the sound of Malashenko's slightly rapid breathing could be heard.

Malashenko, who was anxious but couldn't find a place, put the girl in his arms on the dining table next to him in desperation. The scattered glass cups and metal tableware were pushed down by Malashenko with a slap. On the ground, Malashenko laid the person down and immediately threw off his gloves and reached under the bridge of his nose.

"Damn it, you can't even breathe. You're dead! I risked my life to save this girl like you!"

Malashenko, who came with the memories of future generations, knows how to rescue people buried in collapsed houses far better than people of this era.

Although he was a little embarrassed, Malashenko couldn't care too much at this moment. Artificial respiration was the only way to save people from the hands of death.

Speaking of which, Malashenko, who has long been accustomed to fighting day and night, has not brushed his teeth for about a week.

This has nothing to do with Malashenko's lack of attention to personal hygiene. It is unrealistic to expect a strong man who is either rushing to retreat or confronting the German army to brush his teeth in the morning and evening. He also does not have the time. The only way to do this is to The only way to "freshen your breath" is by rinsing your mouth when drinking water and smoking all day long.

His mouth was full of the smell of cigarettes. At this moment, Malashenko never thought that he had not brushed his teeth for a week. In line with the priority principle of saving people, he struck the girl in the face with the standard posture learned and practiced in school. , making a last effort to try to snatch the half-cold person back from the hands of death.

The best possible artificial respiration lasted for about three minutes.

Malashenko, who was already blushing from holding back the pain, saw that the girl lying on the table had not responded yet and was hesitating whether to give up. The originally expressionless girl suddenly woke up with a gasp at this time.

"Um?"

Malashenko, who was quarreling at the girl's face in a very embarrassing manner, realized that the rescued person had woken up, and glanced sideways with a look of surprise on his face. Before he could say anything, an unexpected scene followed. Malashenko was caught off guard.

The girl, who was only temporarily buried and suffocated, had no obvious external injuries and had acceptable physical strength. She did not recognize the person in front of her at all and had substantial "physical contact" with her.

The panicked girl pushed Malashenko away with both hands and pushed him to the ground. Malashenko was caught off guard and fell down on his butt. He sat on the ground and even threw the tank cap on his head far away.

"Fuck, this girl is really strong!"

He mistakenly thought that this stranger had some inappropriate thoughts about him and became extremely flustered.

When the girl who was lying flat on the table sat up, she looked at Malashenko with a slightly horrified look and realized that the person in front of her turned out to be a Red Army tank soldier.

The fireproof suit that Malashenko habitually wrapped tightly around his body did not have any military rank markings, and the tank cap that flew off was also unable to identify the military rank. If Malashenko was not introduced in person, he would look like a stranger to strangers. A very ordinary tank soldier.

"Who are you? What happened? Why am I here?"

Although she identified Malashenko as a "comrade" who was in the same camp as her, the girl who clearly remembered the scene when she just opened her eyes and woke up clearly had not relaxed her vigilance towards the "gangster" in front of her, and continued to move toward Malashenko. Sanwen's words were obviously very cold.

He didn't hear a thank you for saving someone's life, but was treated as a gangster. Malashenko, who was clearly aware of his current embarrassing situation, didn't mention how wronged he felt.

Malashenko stood up from the ground with one hand, walked to the side to pick up his tank hat, reached out and patted the dust on it, then glanced at the girl and said casually.

"Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, a unit directly under the Stalingrad Front Army Headquarters. You were crushed in the ruins of that building. I and others rescued you. You have You were suffocated, so I gave you artificial respiration. Of course, this is just to save you. I have my own fiancée. If you don’t want to see me, I will leave now. Don’t bother the lesbian to push me again.”

Not wanting to cause trouble for himself, Malashenko put the tank cap that had barely been dusted off on his forehead and put it on again. He patted the dirt on his body and immediately stepped forward to leave.

I was a little overwhelmed by the sudden answer and everything that happened, and I didn't react.

The girl was stunned for a moment when she saw Malashenko was about to leave, and then she quickly jumped down from the table. When she was rescued from the ruins, her nurse's cap, which was already loose, accidentally fell to the ground.

"Comrade, please don't do this. I misunderstood just now."

"Anything else?"

Malashenko, who had a lot of important things on his body, was pulled by his sleeves. He immediately complained impatiently and turned around, but the scene he saw next made Malashenko a little dumbfounded. He froze in place speechless.

The girl he rescued had short hair, at least that was what Malashenko thought until the last second.

But when Malashenko saw with his own eyes the scene in front of him of the blond hair with shawl running a little elegantly, Malashenko, who had never had time to take a closer look at what the person he rescued looked like, was a little dumbfounded.