Chapter 832 The future will be better

The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment still has more than a month of food left. This is not the result of the priority of supply given by the title of Guards.

The people who were supposed to swallow this food were either beaten to pieces or turned into corpses and laid in pits of hundreds or thousands of people. A semi-invalid tank regiment could be consumed in three days by going back and forth. Food has now become enough for the "whole group" to last for more than a month.

In Malashenko's view, this situation is unavoidable no matter how hard it is to transport the food that has already been transported across the river with great difficulty and cost, and then put it on a boat for a second time and take it across the river. It smells like taking off your pants, farting, and carrying rocks up the mountain.

Now, Malashenko has found a good home for the food no longer needed by the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, a home that can make the best use of the food and achieve its best meaning.

"Go tell Karamov that all the trucks with food should be driven to the entrance of the air-raid shelter! We have no use for these things. There is no need to take them to the other side of the river. They should all be left for the civilians taking refuge in the air-raid shelter."

Blinking, Lavrinenko thought he had heard it wrong, and basically couldn't figure out which song Malashenko was singing.

"Are you kidding? I can understand what you mean by doing this, but are we really not leaving any at all?"

Malashenko, who did not look directly into Lavrinenko's eyes, rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the watch on his wrist. Seventeen minutes had passed since he led his team to arrive at the dock. Counting the time that still needs to be consumed, it was almost already. At the end of the tipping point.

"I am the regiment leader, and all orders are subject to me at critical moments. Even if you bring Comrade Political Commissar here, it will not work."

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Lavrinenko, who originally wanted to ask Malashenko the specific reason, suddenly hit the muzzle of the gun and was frustrated.

Lavrinenko, who was muttering in his heart whether Malashenko had taken the gunshot, stopped talking. Instead, he responded softly and wasted no time. He began to ask Karamov who was directing the unloading of the truck. He waved in the direction and ran away.

"Don't unload it yet, stop! Karamov, pause first."

Enough food for more than a hundred people for a month is still a drop in the bucket for the civilians in the entire air raid shelter.

Seeing only a dozen men in the crowd of joyful refugees carrying boxes of food away from the car, Lavrinenko, who didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so but always felt something was wrong, tensed up. Then he stepped forward and asked Malashenko questions next to the truck.

"I think these should be left to the combat troops. Maybe they can be more useful that way. I'm not saying it's bad, but I always feel something is wrong."

Lavrinenko's expression seemed a little tangled, while Malashenko, who was leaning against the back of the car and lighting a cigarette, looked calm.

"What are we fighting for?"

Lavrinenko looked surprised.

"What?"

"I ask you what are we fighting for?"

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"Why do you suddenly ask this? Of course it is to defend our motherland, Comrade Stalin and the Soviets. Is this worth emphasizing again?"

Malashenko reached out and took off the cigarette from his mouth and talked about the ashes lightly, and then gave a slightly different result while the smoke was coming out of his mouth.

"You are right, we fight to defend our motherland, Comrade Stalin and the Soviets, but what else is behind all this? What is the most essential thing? What we defend and protect with our lives is also what is behind us. The people are the people who are starving to death in the air raid shelters!”

"All the men who could fight went to the front line, and the only ones left in that smelly cave were some old, weak, women, and young children. But in those children I could see the country and the surrounding The future hope of all nations under the red flag. After our generation died fighting to defend the motherland, the flowing blood will nourish these new shoots and become the most dazzling golden hope of tomorrow.”

"If we can't protect these children and the hope of this country's future, what's the point of our fighting? What exactly is it that we want to protect? Tell me, Lavery, my old classmate."

Many times the words coming out of Malashenko's mouth, even those of the political commissar with the most experience and knowledge in the whole regiment, would be unable to answer the words for a while due to reasons that he had never heard before.

Now it's Lavrinenko's turn to experience the same feeling.

I was sure that what Malashenko said was correct, but for a while I didn't know what words to use to answer it. This was Lavrinenko's truest state of mind right now.

"The future will be better, Lavry, but that does not belong to us, the hope of tomorrow that our generation must fight to protect."

The process of unloading the truck with everyone gathering firewood was not long. In the final analysis, it was because the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment itself did not have much food left. More than a hundred people were dispatched to carry it on their hands and shoulders. Clean it all up.

All the planned things have entered the final stage, but now Malashenko still has one most important thing to complete. He wants to leave a direction for the future hope of this country. .

"I have asked the Red Army uncles on the dock to take good care of you and your mother. If you have any difficulties or problems, you can go to them at any time. Just say that it was left by Captain Malashenko. If you encounter villains who rob you and your mother, You must also tell your mother about the rations in time, the bad guys will definitely be caught, those uncles are the best Red Army soldiers like your trusted commander Malashenko! "

Little Yegor looked at the big hero Malashenko squatting in front of him and nodded. A decision that could affect the life of a young child had already been sown in his heart.

"Okay, the great hero you admire, Captain Malashenko, is leaving, but before that I have a gift for you, a great gift!"

The somewhat unfamiliar word "gift" did exist in Yegor's childhood, but at the moment when the sound of gunfire came from the border of the motherland and his father put on the military uniform again, picked up the gun and rushed to the battlefield, this once full of beautiful memories and Words symbolizing parental care have been completely deleted from Yegor's childhood.

But now, Malashenko wants to re-write this deleted word in Yegor's childhood novel, now.

"Ha, I didn't expect it to be so much bigger! But you must keep it, Yegor. When you become a man and can really hold it up in the future, you can wear it and come to me in the army at any time. When you get there Then I’ll teach you how to drive a tank myself.”