Steel Soviet Union

The Li-2 transport aircraft, which had already warmed up its twin engines, closed the cabin door and then pushed full power. The wide fuselage taxiing on the narrow airport runway immediately took off with the surging power, heading towards the place that symbolized the hope of salvation. Flying away in the sky in the direction of Moscow, it whizzed away at high speed.

Looking at the small black dot at the end of his field of vision that had grown so far away that he could barely hear the roar of the engine, Kirill, who still had mixed emotions in his heart, almost subconsciously spoke.

"Can Comrade Commander be saved? I really don't know what our crew would do without him!"

Compared to Kirill's helplessness and hesitation, Iushkin, who had gradually regained his sanity from last night's emotional breakdown, looked particularly calm with firm eyes.

"Don't worry, those Fascist armor-piercing bullets couldn't kill him, so what does malaria mean? I guarantee you, Kirill, within two months at most, Comrade Commander will return to the army again. Our side!”

Feeling the slight trembling of the entire fuselage as it was pushed to its maximum level flight speed, Malashenko, who was lying flat on a stretcher and fixed to the ground of the cabin, could only watch quietly with his eyes looking up. The cabin above his head was covered with skin and he said nothing. The malaria parasites raging in his body had tortured this battle-hardened body, which even the German tanks had not shaken, to black and blue.

"Perhaps, after death, I can return to my original world. That's probably it."

With such a thought of self-comfort like Ah Q, he smiled faintly, which even the military doctors around him did not notice. Malashenko felt that his eyes were getting heavier and heavier than he could support, and then he closed his eyes and said nothing. unconscious.

It was still the vast white world that was as ethereal as a confused dream. When Malashenko came to this world that was no longer unfamiliar to him again, he did not feel as surprised and curious as when he first arrived last time. It was familiar and yet familiar. The tall figure who felt very friendly then quietly stepped out from the end of Kirigakure and came to the front.

"Maybe this time is our end, Malashenko, are you ready to stop here?"

Compared to the weak, pale and bitter smile on Lin Jie's face, Malashenko, who had been watching everything silently, immediately responded with a completely opposite smile.

"No, my friend, this has only just begun."

"just started?"

Looking at Lin Jie's surprised face that quietly turned around, Malashenko only responded with a faint and mysterious smile, but did not explain any more.

"This should be the last time we meet, my friend. I don't know where my consciousness will go after this. But I only have one last request to ask of you. You must take good care of Na for me. Thalia, she has encountered too many misfortunes in her miserable and miserable childhood, and I, or rather you, are her last remaining support."

"Don't let her lose the courage to live. This is something only you can do! May the great truth guide your way forward in the future. My friend, thank you for giving me a second chance at this lost life. Chance for redemption, see you soon!”

As the lingering sound echoed in his ears, before Lin Jie could reply, the illusory world that had dissipated brought his gradually awakening consciousness back to reality.

"Oh, my God, Comrade Malashenko is awake! Hurry, go and inform Dean Vadubov and Director Kolinkov! Hurry! Sharapova, run! Go now!"

The hurried words echoed in the ears like silver bells, and a wisp of breeze gently blew over Malashenko's face. He slowly opened his eyes. The unique smell of disinfectant that filled the whole room was the wake-up call for Malashenko. The first thing I realized after that was that the ceiling above my head was as white as a vast snowfield and spotless. The early morning breeze was like the gentlest slender hand blowing the snow-white curtains up and down.

Looking at everything within reach in front of him, Malashenko, who had already realized something in a daze, immediately spoke quietly and half-questioningly.

"Am I in the hospital? Am I not dead yet? Am I still alive?"

No one responded to the low-pitched questions he asked three times in a row. Malashenko, who had just sat up with his hands on the edge of the bed, had no time to make any more plans. A group of people walked out of the ward door that was pushed open. People in white clothes in a hurry.

"Comrade Malashenko, how do you feel now? Are you still feeling any obvious discomfort? Are there any signs of headache or fever? Please describe all your feelings and tell me."

A series of rapid-fire questions made Malashenko speechless.

Malashenko, who had completely regained control of his body, turned to gently raise his arms and try to make fists. His still strong hands were full of enough power to crush the vodka bottle. , Malashenko, who no longer felt any discomfort in his body, had recovered as before in his tank. This familiar and good feeling that could burst out at any time made Marashenko feel like he was resurrected with full blood on the spot. Schenko felt reborn.

"I think there is no big problem anymore. This feeling is much better than when I was fighting on the front line before. Maybe it is because of the rest these days, but I really don't feel any pain at all."

After hearing Malashenko's answer and the fact that his body looked strong and recovered, Dean Vadubov, who was convinced that the entire treatment process had yielded the best results, was immediately relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great. It seems that the malaria parasite has been completely eradicated. It's hard to imagine that the effect of quinine can be so powerful. Those damn Western colonialists have been unwilling to share this special medicine with us. They have really sinister intentions!"

Quinine, a plant herb extracted from the cinchona tree, has incredible special effects on malaria. This was nothing new during World War II.

However, the Soviet Union, which had been supporting itself in the early days of the Great Patriotic War, had not received any assistance from the Western world at this time. Quinine, a specific malaria drug produced only in tropical and subtropical colonies, was of great help to the Soviet Union, which was located at the northern end of the earth. It is still a very precious and rare drug.

If it had not been for the important instructions personally given by the loving father Comrade Stalin, would the quinine that these spies and agents in charge of overseas intelligence from the Ministry of Internal Affairs have spent a lot of effort to get back from Western Europe be used in Malaya? There are two more things to say about Shen Ke.

The hostile attitude towards the Soviet Union and the blockade strategy were still pursued by the Western capitalist world even in the first months of the Great Patriotic War.