Sokov did not expect that as soon as he finished taking photos with Montgomery and Wilson, another general came over and asked to take a photo with Sokov.
Faced with this man's request, Sokov was thinking about how to refuse him, but he unexpectedly heard Montgomery introduce him: "General Sokov, let me introduce to you. This is the 2nd Royal British Army General."
General Miles Dempsey, Army Commander."
When he learned that the British general in front of him was actually the commander of the 2nd Army, his status was quite high. Sokov could not refuse, so he tried his best to put a smile on his face and said: "Hello, Demp
General Xi, it is my honor to take a photo with you."
Just after taking photos with Dempsey, seven or eight generals came over. Judging from their military ranks, their positions were not low. At this moment, Montgomery and Wilson had left, and only Dempsey was left. He asked Sokov
The introduction said: "General Sokov, let me introduce you. These are my commanders. This is General John Crocker, commander of the 1st Army; Evelyn, commander of the 8th Army
· General Buck; this is the commander of the 12th Army. After the Dunkirk evacuation, Field Marshal Montgomery once served as the commander of the 12th Army. This is the commander of the 30th Army, General Brian Horrocks.
"
Every time Dempsey said a name, Sokov shook hands with the other person and said politely in English: "Hello, Mr. General, nice to meet you!"
The military commanders under Dempsey were already familiar with Sokov's experience. Now that they heard that he could speak such fluent English, they naturally felt a little more favorable. After a few brief greetings, they all called for photography.
The teacher took a souvenir photo of himself and Sokov.
After finally waiting for Dempsey to leave with his generals, Sokov breathed a sigh of relief and then found a corner to sit down with a glass of champagne, hoping to stay here quietly until the reception was over.
However, he was not quiet for long. Rokossovsky came over and said to him with a smile: "Misha, I didn't expect that you are so popular among the British generals. Almost all generals at the level of military commanders.
, they all came over to take a photo with you, and the division commanders seemed to be talking privately about coming over to take a photo with you."
Hearing what Rokossovsky said, Sokov felt his scalp tingling. People are really afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of getting strong. He didn't expect that his reputation among the British was so great. Everyone thought he could compete with him.
He was proud to take a group photo with himself. He asked Rokossovsky in a low voice: "Comrade Marshal, when can we leave?"
"Leave?!" Rokossovsky laughed after hearing this, and said: "After the reception, I will also meet with Marshal Montgomery to discuss some matters about our cooperation. Even if I want to leave, I'm afraid it will have to wait until the next day.
Only black will do."
"Oh my God, it's going to take so long."
"Oh, no." Rokossovsky thought of another thing and quickly added: "After the meeting, Marshal Montgomery will hold a dinner for us, and then there will be a dance. If we want to leave, I'm afraid we have to wait until midnight at the earliest.
Already."
"I'm really not used to this kind of situation," Sokov said, looking around, "It seems I have to find a place to hide for a while."
Fortunately, during the following period, those division commanders who did not take photos with Sokov were busy taking photos with other Soviet army commanders, temporarily forgetting Sokov, allowing him to stay quietly.
a couple of hours.
After the dinner, it was indeed a dance held by the British.
Montgomery hired many field hospital nurses to dance with the officers on both sides.
When the music from the band outside the venue sounded, most of the officers, accompanied by the nurse, entered the dance floor to dance, even Rokossovsky was no exception. Only the unsociable Sokov was still holding a glass of wine.
I drank black tea with sugar cubes and sat outside the venue, drinking tea and watching everyone dance.
"Hello, General!" At this time, a pleasant female voice came to Sokov's ear. He quickly turned around and saw a beautiful female nurse standing by the table, greeting him in blunt Russian: "
Why don't you go dancing?"
"Hello, beautiful nurse!" Sokov made a gesture to ask the other party to sit down, and replied in proficient English: "I can speak a little bit of English, and we can communicate in English." Sokov said.
The reason why I say this is because Russian is much more difficult than English, and the nurse's Russian level is obviously not good. If the two parties communicate in Russian, it will be a hardship for Sokov. It would be more convenient to use English.
"General!" Seeing that Sokov could speak English at a good level, the nurse showed an expression of surprise: "I didn't expect that you speak English so well?"
“When I was studying, there was a teacher who had studied in England.” In order to dispel the other party’s doubts, Sokov naturally had to make up a suitable reason to explain the fact that he could speak English: “He taught me how to speak English.
,Fortunately, I am still up to par, and I have not forgotten the English that I have been taught.”
After hearing this, the nurse pursed her lips and smiled, and then said: "General, if your teacher knew that you could use English so skillfully today, he would definitely be proud of you."
"Ms. Nurse, I don't know what to call you?"
"You can call me Blair, General Sokov!"
"Blair!" Hearing the other party call out his name so skillfully, Sokov asked with some vigilance: "How do you know my name?"
"General Sokov, actually I am not the only one who knows your name. I think everyone who comes to the ball tonight knows your name." Blair saw Sokov's confused look and quickly explained to him:
"It is said that no German who has fought against you has ever won a victory. Many Germans will tremble when they hear your name."
Hearing a beautiful woman praising him, Sokov was naturally a little smug in his heart, but on the surface, he still had to pretend to be modest: "Miss Blair, you are too kind. I am just an ordinary Soviet commander.
There are many people with more brilliant records than me. At least our Marshal Rokossovsky, I can't compare to him."
"General Sokov," Blair continued, "many of us nurses have been to Africa. When they chatted privately, they have said more than once, if you and Marshal Rommel meet, who will be the last one?
The winner."
Hearing that Blair actually compared himself with Rommel, Sokov broke into a cold sweat. He smiled awkwardly and said: "Miss Blair, you are just joking. Marshal Rommel is a great military commander. In front of him,
, I can only be considered a primary school student at best. If the troops under his command were to fight against mine, they would definitely beat me to pieces."
Sokov's metaphor made Blair laugh, "General Sokov, you are so funny."
When the song ended and the dancers on the field returned to their seats, Blair took the initiative and said: "General Sokov, I wonder if I would be honored to dance with you later?"
"I don't dance well." Sokov said with some lack of confidence, "I'm afraid I'll step on your feet."
"It's okay, General Sokov." Unexpectedly, Blair said generously after hearing this: "No one is born with the ability to dance. I will teach you later. It only takes two or three songs at most, and you will be able to master it skillfully."
The pace of dance music.”
While Blair and Sokov were talking here, Bartov, who was sitting not far away, approached Rokossovsky and said in a low voice: "Comrade Marshal, look, the British female nurse and General Sokov look like each other."
It’s very intimate.”
Rokossovsky glanced at Sokov's position and said disapprovingly: "A young and handsome general like Misha is probably the ideal Prince Charming in the minds of these British nurses. I'm worried that he will...
It will be overwhelming.”
Facts have proved that Rokossovsky’s words were true.
When the second dance music started, before Sokov and Blair could get up to dance, a young nurse came forward and said to Sokov enthusiastically: "Young general, I wonder if you would like to dance this song with me.
?”
Just when Sokov was hesitant about how to reply to the other party, he heard Claire beside him say coldly: "Kelly, didn't you see that I was chatting with the general? You know, your behavior is very inappropriate.
Polite."
But the female nurse named Kelly retorted: "I just came here to invite the general to dance, and he didn't say anything. Why are you interrupting here?"
From the brief conversation between the two, Sokov discovered that they seemed to have some conflicts, and now they were using the topic to their advantage, so he quickly came out to smooth things over. He stood up, grabbed Claire's hand, and said apologetically to Kelly: "I'm sorry.
, Miss Kelly, I have promised Claire to dance with her to this song." Then he said to Claire, "Please, Claire!"
Seeing Sokov and Claire entering the dance floor hand in hand, Kelly was so angry that she stamped her feet, then turned and left to find other targets.
"Claire!" Sokov asked in a low voice close to each other's ears while dancing with Claire: "I see there seems to be some conflict between you and this Miss Kelly?"
"Yes, Sokov, we do have conflicts." Claire whispered: "Six months ago, the field hospital wanted to promote a head nurse, and she and I were both candidates..."
Hearing this, Sokov interjected: "In the end, you were promoted to head nurse, but she failed. Is that what happened?"
"Yes, that's true." Claire nodded, "Not long ago, she made some mistakes at work and was criticized a few times by me in public. She thought I was deliberately targeting her, and she has been against me everywhere since then."
Sokov didn't expect that he would inadvertently become the tool of Claire and Kelly's competition, and he couldn't help but have an embarrassed expression on his face.
Claire didn't want to talk about this matter too much, so she changed the topic in time: "Sokov, you said you can't dance, but I think you can dance well. You just said that to me, did you not want to dance with me?
Dancing?”
Seeing that Claire had guessed his intention, Sokov couldn't help feeling panicked, but how could he admit it easily? He quickly shook his head and said, "You misunderstood. I did know how to dance before, but since the war broke out, I can't dance anymore."
I have never danced again. Moreover, I was injured many times during the war, so I don’t know if I can still dance, so I tried to politely refuse you."
"Ah, have you ever been injured?" Claire heard what Sokov said and quickly asked with concern: "I wonder which parts were injured?"
"Abdomen, chest and legs." After Sokov briefly talked about the parts where he had been injured, he also specifically mentioned the injury that almost killed him: "I once went to the front line for inspection, and on the way I met someone disguised as me.
I was a German soldier in the army, and I was seriously injured by a bomb they planted. If I hadn’t been rescued in time, I would have died a long time ago.”
When she learned that Sokov had been injured many times, one of which was almost fatal, Claire took the initiative to propose to Sokov: "Sokov, our field hospital is not far from here. If you are willing, I can accompany you."
Go to the hospital and give you a comprehensive examination to see if there is a possibility of a recurrence of the old disease."
"Claire, thank you for your kindness." Sokov rejected Claire's enthusiasm without hesitation. The other party was a nurse in a field hospital. Who knows if she was an MI6 agent. What if she was?
If you deliberately approach yourself and want to obtain any secrets, you will be in trouble: "It has been two years since I was last injured. I feel that my body is very good. There is no need to trouble you to check me."
"That's such a pity." Seeing Sokov rejecting her proposal, Claire's face showed a disappointed expression. However, she did not give up because of this, but continued: "Sokov, I didn't know you
How long do you want to stay here? If you don't leave until tomorrow, I still recommend that you go for a comprehensive examination. In any case, the medical level of our field hospital should be higher than your hospital."
Sokov really couldn't refute Claire's statement. As far as he knew, the medical level of the Soviet Union was indeed not as good as that of the United Kingdom. The only technology they could be proud of was ophthalmology. However, during the war years, ophthalmology was
No matter how high the level is, it doesn't seem to be of much use on the battlefield.
At the end of the song, Sokov and Claire returned to the table. As soon as they sat down, a lieutenant colonel came over, leaned close to Sokov's ear and whispered: "Comrade General, Marshal Rokossovsky, please come."
Please go over there."
Hearing that it was Rokossovsky who was looking for him, Sokov did not dare to neglect him. He quickly stood up and said to Claire: "Claire, I'm so sorry. Marshal Rokossovsky has something to do with me. I want to excuse you. I hope
Please do not mind that."
"Since Marshal Rokossovsky is looking for you, there must be something important." Fortunately, Claire seemed very reasonable: "Then you should hurry up and come over. It won't be too late to come over after the discussion is over. Anyway, I'm temporarily here
Won’t leave.”
This chapter has been completed!