Chapter 630 Goodbye

It didn't take long for the food in the lunch box to be emptied. Malashenko raised his hand and hammered his chest to press down the food and then replied.

"I'll go to the hospital to take a look. I'll leave the regiment headquarters to you first."

"Go now? Are you sure?"

Malashenko was a little confused. Political Commissar Petrov's question came very suddenly.

"Why do you say that? Is there any reason why you can't go now?"

Looking at Malashenko's puzzled face, Political Commissar Petrov shook his head and spoke again.

"Nothing, but you just finished your meal. If you go there now, I'm afraid you will vomit what you just ate. The taste there is not much worse than that of a slaughterhouse. You know what I mean."

Through the expression and tone of Political Commissar Petrov, one can roughly imagine what the scene in the field hospital is like now, but after hesitating for only a few seconds, Malashenko finally continued to move forward.

"I hope he doesn't really vomit it out."

Watching Malashenko's back, he lifted the door curtain and walked out of the tent. Political Commissar Petrov shook his head slowly and then turned around to continue reviewing the loss list that had just been delivered.

The field hospital is just over a hundred meters away from the regiment headquarters. An original storage warehouse has now become a centralized place for treating the wounded.

Malashenko, who had just arrived at the door of the field hospital, was about to raise his hand to push the door to enter, but he never thought that the door panel in front of him was pulled open from the inside before he was caught off guard. The nurse in white holding a basin in her hand almost didn't pretend to be full of Malashenko.

"Are you Anya?"

"Captain Malashenko?"

At first glance, they recognized each other instantly. Malashenko, who couldn't remember what to say next, was a little stunned. In the end, Anya, who was also embarrassed and didn't know what to do, was the first to come back from her daze.

"Comrade, I'll go and dump the stuff first. We'll talk later."

When Anya walked by with the basin in her hand, Malashenko noticed what was in the basin, and a strong pungent smell of blood instantly hit him.

The basin was full of freshly amputated limbs and arms.

For some reason, Malashenko, who originally intended to go in and visit the wounded, suddenly stopped on the spot after meeting Anya.

The things in the basin did not make Anya show any discomfort, at least from her face. Perhaps at the beginning, Anya felt disgusted and uncomfortable like other girls of her age, but at least now it seems that it is more appropriate to describe it as "numb".

After pouring the things in the basin in her hand into a pit not far away, she immediately turned around and returned the same way. What Anya did not expect was that Malashenko was still standing at the door waiting for her.

"Are you the only one doing these things? Why don't you find a man to do it?"

To be fair, Malashenko felt that it was inappropriate to assign such a job of dealing with broken arms and legs to a little girl. Even though it was a wartime shortage of manpower, it was not necessary to be forced to this extent.

"I took the initiative to ask for it. All the qualified male comrades have gone to the front line. We women also have things we can do."

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Anya's long golden hair was deliberately rolled into the nurse's cap on her head as usual to avoid hindering the work. Her slightly restrained face standing quietly in front of her could not help but make Malashenko feel a little touched.

If it weren't for this damn war, Anya's age should still be looking forward to the future and love.

The cruel war ruthlessly took away everything without anyone being able to avoid it, and imposed quite a lot of words related to negative factors on this little girl. Everything Anya encountered is a true microcosm of the situation of many girls of the same age.

"Be careful when working, beware of surgical infection. If you have any difficulties or needs, you can go to our regiment headquarters. I usually don't stay there for a long time, but Political Commissar Petrov is always there. You can tell him about your difficulties, and I will ask him to try to help you."

Leaving behind such a sentence that made Anya a little confused, Malashenko, who himself was a little unclear why he said this to Anya, turned around, raised his hand to push open the door in front of him, and walked inside.

Malashenko's words caused some unexpected troubles to the young Anya, and to be more precise, it was more like an inexplicable throbbing.

"Oh my God, were those words just said to me? Why did he say these to me?"

There is no girl who does not yearn for the ideal hero in her heart, especially in the special era of the Great Patriotic War.

Malashenko, who had repeatedly appeared on the headlines of Pravda and was portrayed as a positive example, was famous throughout the battlefield on the front line. Wherever there were Red Army tank troops fighting, Malashenko's name would be mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, as if just mentioning the name of the "Iron Butcher" that the German army feared could boost morale and usher in victory.

The last "molestation" was just a "wonderful" accident in an emergency situation. This was the final conclusion Anya came to after tossing and turning all night on the night she was rescued by Malashenko.

The news that Anya was rescued by Malashenko spread quickly, especially among colleagues around her.

The chattering girls suddenly had the latest hot topic. It was rumored that the tank hero Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko already had a fiancée, but the topic continued to rise in popularity. Even Anya, who had only met Malashenko once, could not resist the dirty jokes of "verbal sparring" and was often teased by other nurses around her.

"Repetition is a kind of power. A lie will become a truth after being repeated a hundred times."

Putting aside the moral and ethical issues, Dr. Goebbels, who was far away in Berlin, did have his special shining points and places worth learning from for future generations.

He brought the hidden truth under the surface to the surface and summarized it into a concise sentence for future generations. Even in the 21st century when the Third Reich collapsed, it was still used and learned by people.

The other girls around Anya kept repeating those jokes that she and Malashenko had a special relationship. The specific number of times had long been forgotten and could not be counted at all.

Anya, who originally had no deep relationship with Malashenko, had heard these words so many times that she often thought of the face she had only seen once but had left a deep impression on her during her free time when her mind was calm.