Chapter 2371 Prelude to the Storm

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2371 Prelude to the Storm

The artillery fire soared into the sky like a sea of ​​fire swept across the entire sky with a white fish. The 8th Army of the Cuikov Guards, including the leader's division, took out all the artillery fire and opened up all the fire. The devastating artillery fire resounded throughout the battlefield, almost overturning the ground. Even under the Zero Highlands, you can still feel the earthquake caused by this destructive force.

It is different from other battles that are often the moment before.

At this moment, Marashenko, when the artillery preparations had begun and there was less than an hour left to launch the attack, did not go to his command IS7 car and entered the command position to prepare for battle. Instead, he was still staying in the division headquarters tent, sitting at the table, holding a "gift" that he had just delivered by the expedited postman last night.

"I have been thinking about what kind of gift to give you for a long time, but I think I may never be able to get the final answer, my dear. I have too many words and thoughts to express to you, and it seems that no gift can express the deepest feelings in my heart."

"You have said that my singing is a soul medicine that can heal the trauma of war. I am really happy that you can say this, my dear, for this I was happy for several nights and couldn't sleep. At the end of the hesitation, I thought of this and remembered what you said to me, so I made a decision to ask the comrades of the singing and dancing troupe to help me fulfill this little wish."

"You once said that singing is the best way to communicate emotions and souls. I still remember that when you accompanied me with a harmonica under the night sky, the feeling of the souls being wrapped around like a rhizome of plants. We hugged each other tightly, and nothing can separate us. I am really grateful that this moment was imprinted in my memory and interpreting the meaning of happiness for me."

"I can't be sure if this is a gift that makes you feel meaningful, my dear, but I have poured all my thoughts and love and concern for you into this song as much as I can. I will always be in the city of Moscow, waiting for you to come back at our home, and continue to write our love and our story with the song of the soul ensemble."

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The short letter of home ends here. There is no need to guess more people who can send such a letter to Marashenko from the distant Moscow. There is only one person, except for his beautiful wife Natalia.

In almost every letter at home, Malashenko could feel Natalia's strong longing and deep love for herself, which was the case at any time from 1941 to 1945.

This made Marashenko, who had picked up this body for free, feel guilty and too heavy to bear. This sincere and holy love is so pure and flawless that Marashenko, who has always regarded himself as an outsider, cannot convince himself to touch it, let alone integrate into it with this inherited physical identity.

Later, as time passed, Marashenko gradually realized that this was a entrusted, a responsibility that only he could bear, and a story that could only continue with him.

No one can do it except yourself.

Marashenko, who strengthened his will and took on this responsibility, finally chose the road to a better place, rather than watching this story that has been written throughout his childhood and youth, all of which are beautiful and sweet, enter a broken tragedy.

Now, Marashenko knew clearly that this was probably the last letter he had received before the end of the war.

The next time I confess my love will no longer be expressed in words. Marashenko firmly believes in this and is sure that he will definitely go back alive and must go back alive.

I have been persisting here and must not fall at the last moment before a bright future. Isn’t it just for this long that the hard work has been hard and arduous?

Slowly put down the gentle and beautiful letters in her hand, Marashenko's vision moved to another item on the table next to her. It was the "gift" mentioned by Natalia in the letter: a personal performance record given to her only beloved man in this life. All love and thoughts were sealed in the songs in the record, waiting for Marashenko to open it.

"Hey! The German guy's butts were blown up on the trees. Are you sure you should come out quietly? The entire Zelo Heights are almost a mountain of flames. Why not prepare now? There is not much time left."

Iushkin, who was following Marashenko, was more and more like a funny man, opened the curtain of the camp, stood at the door and shouted at it. Marashenko, who was sitting at the desk, picked up the gift on the table without looking back, collected the letter from the family, and while turning around, he spoke quietly at Iushkin with a firm look and tone.

"Come on, it's time to start the show, let's go!"

Marashenko, who had just stepped out of the camp, followed Iushkin. Without waiting for the latter to say anything, Marashenko just handed the "gift" in his hand to Iushkin.

"Tell Karamov, get me a record machine and you'll need it right away. I know he has a ready-made one in his hand. I've seized more than one from the command center of the German generals who were in vain. Don't hide it like a treasure. Use it when it should be. Now is the time."

"Take this thing to him and send it with the record machine at that time. I will play it on the spot and let him pack it and deliver it to the departure position."

Marashenko's orders were a bit strange, but Iushkin didn't care about these for the time being. Iushkin, who was curious, just looked down at the handwritten handwriting on the cover of the record he had just taken, and spoke in a slight surprise.

"This song. Are you sure you will play this later? Does it have any special meaning?"

Malashenko wanted to leave some suspense and even more wanted to seize the time to avoid misleading the matter. He just raised his foot and kicked Iwushkin's butt without saying a word, and laughed and scolded again.

"If you ask you to go, go quickly. Where are so many questions? Are you a primary school student?"

". Just go, why do you kick my ass? My dad has never kicked my ass."

With a little reluctant and muttering, Iushkin took the order and left, he could understand the importance of Marashenko being in a hurry at this moment and was very quick.

Marashenko, who sent Iushkin to do business, did not stop and continued to stride towards the established destination, the location of his command vehicle, that is, the starting position for the attack later.

An unstoppable red storm is about to come.
Chapter completed!