Chapter 2981 Heroes are in the Gentle Country

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2981 Heroes are in the Gentle Country

When Malashenko first found Anya, the scene was really not at all related to her lover.

Anya, who was running out in a hurry with a blood plate, ran into Malashenko, who had just arrived outside the operating room, was filled with his arms. The red-colored hemostatic forceps on the plate and the scalpel were directly scattered all over the floor.

"Comrade, how can you do this? The operation is underway, but you are standing at the door blocking it."

He wore a nurse's hat and a large mask on his face, covering his tight Anya, and before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

Just standing here is like an iron tower, with a tall body of 1.9 meters tall and needs to look up by yourself. When I looked up, I saw a familiar face that I had longed for day and night.

"Sorry, it's getting in the way of your work."

Just after he finished his work in another operating room, a female nurse who happened to pass by the door of the operating room ran into this scene. Of course, he also recognized the two people in front of him as Anya and the commander.

There is almost nothing that can be called a secret between my best friend. Of course, I also know that the good friend who has a relationship with Comrade Commander and Anya is very good at doing things. Even without even saying anything, Anya took the initiative to go forward and began to pick up the things that fell to the ground.

"I happen to be out of work. Anya, you can do yours first, I'll go in and help you with it."

"Why--"

Anya wanted to raise her hand and say something, but before she could finish her good friend picking up the things scattered all over the floor. She quickly packed up the plate, picked it up without saying a word, and trotted all the way to the instrument room not far away.

The speed of movement could not be stopped. In the end, it only left Anya with a quick look and footsteps trotting all the way, leaving the two people in front of the operating room door still standing there.

"It seems that someone is willing to help us, and you should thank them carefully when you look back."

Looking at the young nurse's leaving figure talking to herself. Before she could turn around, Malashenko, who was unexpectedly unexpected, was directly thrown into her arms by Anya beside her and hugged her arms on the spot.

His hands were no longer as unrestrained as before. Malashenko, who gently stroked Anya's back to comfort him, felt guilty.

No matter which beauty comes to her, she doesn't seem to have time to accompany any of them, even Anya, who is closest to her physical distance.

"Sorry, I haven't seen you during this period, I'm sorry, my dear."

"Okay, don't talk about these things, I know, is Comrade Commander now suffering from military affairs? It's my biggest surprise today that you can appear here, even if you tell me that you want to leave now."

"."

People's hearts are full of flesh, and Marashenko is not an alternative person with a stern heart.

I was already feeling guilty about Anya and still heard this, but I felt very uncomfortable. Fortunately, I would not let the girl's surprise end here today.

"That won't be. Dear, we can be together for a long time today, for a long time."

"Let's go, I'm talking outside, I'll have to do this at this time."

He gently took off the mask from Anya's face, reached out and scraped the bridge of his little nose with his index finger.

Malashenko clearly remembered that Anya particularly liked this inconspicuous little move, which she accidentally discovered during a date.

Later, I tried it a few more times and found that Anya always showed a happy look like a little girl when she got a new skirt. Now I remember it correctly when I see this happy smile.

In terms of strong personality, Anya, who pushed herself into the butt when she first met, almost slapped herself, was actually not as good as Jill's little girl movie.

Anya has always given Marashenko the feeling that "because you love, be firmly in love."

If Natalia is tender and a soul haven that every man dreams of. It is like a bay of clear water and a quiet pier breeze, which can make the most exhausted fisherman feel the love and beauty of this world, just like Katyusha's singing.

Then Anya should be like a bonfire that warms people's body and mind in the endless wilderness night, lingering with passionate and fire-like leaping around the journey, and is almost unable to get out of the wasteland. In the warmth all over her body, she gives people the most passionate temperature and hope to continue walking in the endless black smoke.

Even now, Marashenko's feelings for Anya remain unchanged, and this passionate and determined girl has always been by her side.

But he keeps a distance from the nearest distance, and does not want to have any trouble with the person he loves because of his overflowing love and feelings.

"When you need it, I'm here, I'm here all the time, just by your side and keep watching you quietly. This is my greatest happiness."

This sentence sounded again in my ears, which I had heard a long time ago, and has been through the test of a long time and war, but has not changed yet.

Chief Marashen, who felt that even the depths of his soul was healed by this warmth, breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of his arms being relied on by his lover and being embraced by his lover, even if it was only temporary.

They sat quietly on the bus station bench not far from the entrance of the field hospital, and they were all dependent on each other. They looked at the ruins of Berlin City in front of them, and looked at the wreckage of the Tiger King less than 100 meters away, which was beaten into a pile of twisted scrap iron.

Marashenko only hopes that the passage of time will slow down a little, and it is precisely because this warmth that is within reach is precious and makes people so reluctant that Marashenko in a trance feels that he is increasingly unable to see the direction of the future.

Hundreds of thousands of Nazis roared and rushed to death, but they never let the well-known Soviet tank hero shake the slightest.

But in just a few minutes, the girl's gentle homeland was able to do hundreds of thousands of Nazi army armed to the teeth, and she devoted everything that had not been done in four years.

In any case, the road is to continue moving forward. Although the road ahead is unknown, it is precisely because of the unknown that people are waiting for people to write and create.

This was the case in the past, the present, and the future will be the same until the end of the other shore remains the same.

Feeling the fulfillment of Anya leaning slightly on her arm, she reached out and brushed over Anya's long hair like the sea and then spoke quietly.

"Maybe I'm not qualified to say that. I haven't been by your side for a long time but always ask you. This has always made me feel guilty."

With a happy and satisfied smile, I could guess what my lover would say. Anya, who had wrapped Marashenko's arm tighter, spoke quietly.

"Tell me, I'll listen. As long as you are willing to say to me, I will always listen to this."

"."

You can feel that almost all the space around you is filled with this passionate love, filling every wisp of air.

Marashenko, who was willing to make this longer time, speak very slowly, and there was no sign that this was the "steel butcher" who would be completely eradicated when he saw Nazi.

"There will be a banquet tonight. My dear, are you willing to accompany me?"

"Beast?!My???"

It was as if I heard something particularly unexpected all of a sudden. Anya, who was originally leaning on her lover's arms, suddenly looked quite surprised when she raised her head.

A woman's heart is as strong as Comrade Lao Ma's level, so she dare not say that she can only grasp the pulse of a woman. There is indeed a thinking gap between rational creatures and sensory creatures that cannot be ignored on the level of scientific research and objective facts.

It is precisely because of understanding this truth that Malashenko did not speak up for himself as soon as possible, but waited for Anya's next words, and then responded would only be better.

"Oh my god, look at me like this, I don't have the right beautiful clothes, I'm even covered in blood, I me."

At the end of the day, Anya's whispering was at the point where she could hardly hear the sound.

If it weren't for the courage that finally gotten, Malashenko wouldn't even hear the last word clearly.

".Is it suitable for me? If you go like this, you will only embarrass you."

"."

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Marashenko has seen a passionate girl become like this, becoming so panicked and helpless.

It's not because of anything else, it's just because of the man she loves deeply.

He stood completely from his position, thought about him, for his identity and the honor of his troops. He felt that his state could not match the word "banquet" and everything it derived from it.

It is not because of personal emotions that you don’t want or want, but because you feel that you are not worthy of it. If you go there, it will lead to bad results.

"."

Malashenko could have expected this to be the case, but now he is more confident to speak after confirmation. The already organized language immediately treated Anya gently.

"But you are the one I love, nothing is more important than this, that's enough."

The dinner was set up in a restaurant in the same street as the location of the Leader Army Command, and officially opened on time and at the expected time.

Although the dinner was deliberately limited by Marashenko, after all, the war had just ended not long ago, and the city was filled with ruins and war refugees with hard life, and it was not suitable for a grand ceremony.

However, because the organizer's level reached the military level, all the military and high-level political personnel of the leading army were present, which was necessary for high-level exchanges between the two armies.

In addition, Jack, who was on time, directly pulled a convoy over; more than a dozen or twenty people got out of the car, were all high-ranking officials and senior officials of the Fourth Armored Division under his command, and came with the same exchange goals as the two armies on the Red Army. To put it bluntly, it was just by the way.

After all, if you really come in this kind of occasion to fill your stomach, I suggest you don’t come, really.

So if the entourage and accompanying staff were included in this dinner, the total number of people still reached more than 50.

It’s not a crowd, but it’s really lively with people coming and going.

The US and Soviet armies were laughing and laughing, and the time to raise their glasses to celebrate together was probably no longer there, and they were about to become the past.

And as the political commissar expected, and as Marashenko had imagined.

When the second male protagonist of this dinner was so popular in the United States today, Major General Jack Morrison, who was sarcasticly called the "Congressional Customized God of War" by those who didn't like or even hate him.

He was already wearing a brand new ironed US Army Major General's gown and carrying two silver stars brighter than diamonds. With the absolute protagonist's aura of walking on the red carpet, his "major general's wife" in a gorgeous evening dress held her arms and showed her love publicly. He walked in all the way, smiling while walking.

Until he came to Marashenko, he finally spoke with a smile as he wished.
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