"Comrade Colonel Chekov, Comrade Major Hu Biao, thank you very much for your hospitality tonight, I can swear! This is the happiest night I have had since this damn war.
Please be sure to thank the comrades who are chefs tonight for me, and tell them that with their superb cooking skills, they can go to the Kremlin and serve as chefs for the great Comrade Steel."
"What? I want someone to help me back, no, no, no, you have completely underestimated me, Paul Andovsky.
I'm not drunk, and I can't be drunk. Who in the entire Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory doesn't know that? No! It should be in the entire city of Volgograd. Who doesn't know that lame old Paul can never be drunk?
existence."
Comrade Deputy Factory Director, who was obviously drunk, was boasting so loudly.
At about 11 o'clock in the evening, Comrade Paul Andovsky finally said goodbye and left.
He probably remembered that at this time, he usually patrols other areas of the factory before going to bed; to check the situation of the armed workers who are on duty and sentry at night.
It’s just Hu Biao and Comrade Chekov who were on the committee just now, as well as many senior members of the team.
Because stimulated by the series of good news, I frequently raised my glass to toast to the deputy director.
The sentence on the left reads, "I wish Comrade Steel good health," and the sentence on the right reads, "I wish our great motherland will freeze to death those German sticks."
Faced with these beautiful toasts, or maybe it was just the deputy director who was greedy for wine, there was no need for anyone to persuade him to drink. He just held the cup and poured it in like a barrel.
Drinking wine in mouth.
Anyway, when it came time to say goodbye and leave, he was obviously a little drunk.
Everything he had told him before, such as the things that should not be said casually outside before the good news came out, were completely forgotten.
There are also all kinds of awesome things that you are bragging about, and they come right out of your mouth.
In the end, Comrade Deputy Factory Director led a group of comrades workers and left Workshop No. 7.
Good guy! The moment he opened the door to the workshop, Hu Biao, who was sending the deputy director away, was hit by a cold wind that came in.
Immediately, my whole body trembled greatly.
This damn weather, the current temperature is at least minus 20 degrees Celsius, it's really freezing.
What makes Hu Biao even more speechless is that compared to the bitterly cold winter at Mao Zi's house, this low temperature has just begun, and the colder ones are yet to come...
When the deputy director of the factory left with dozens of workers.
Workshop No. 7, which had lost many people due to today's battle, looked empty again.
Fortunately, at this time, the workshop was quite lively, even more lively than the previous few days.
That's because at this moment, after all the others in the workshop are our own, one of those hairy girls is already playing the accordion hard.
Under the melodious music of the accordion, the remaining furry girls, led by Natasha, started dancing happily.
Although the dancing of these hairy girls is completely different from the dancing of certain music and hands in the modern dimension, or the twisting young ladies in the disco.
Far from the above ones, the twisting posture is so enchanting.
However, after Hu Biao saw it at such a moment, those flying skirts and the various socks and calves under the skirts were still so eye-catching.
At the same time, Comrade Chekov, whose head was wrapped in gauze like the third brother, and who was more or less a wounded person, was dancing with the characteristic dance steps of the Maozi family.
Specifically, it is like squatting on the ground like a horse, raising your arms and crossing them, and your feet are jumping very fast.
Not only did he jump up on his own, but he also called on others to join in; for a time, the entire workshop was filled with joyful emotions.
Therefore, tonight is still an extremely beautiful night for Hu Biao and the others.
*******
At this moment when everyone else was dancing, Hu Biao, Yang Dongli, Po Luo, and the translator did not join in.
The reason is simple: they haven't eaten enough yet.
These four big-bellied men had to drink with the deputy director, so they hadn't eaten much yet; of course, they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to eat well.
It doesn't matter if it takes too long and the other dishes are cold.
It's just a matter of pouring the hot bone soup into the M35 helmet in front of you, which will quickly make it warm.
In this way, the four of them finished five or six kilograms of various foods before slowing down their eating and drinking movements.
Just then, a burst of laughter like silver bells came from over there, making Hu Biao and the other four people couldn't help but raise their heads and take another look.
I saw that after Zhui Feng got excited, he led the others to learn the modern way of disco dancing, twisting in exaggerated movements.
As a result, all the young men and women found it interesting and started jumping along with it.
Under the light of the fire, the faces of these people were so excited; they seemed to have completely forgotten and let go of the casualties of so many comrades during the day, as well as the difficulties they had experienced recently.
Hu Biao even believed that after some rest tonight, these people would be completely resurrected tomorrow.
Therefore, Hu Biao was inexplicably filled with emotion and sighed:
"What the heck! These idiots really deserve to be a fighting nation. So many people died during the day, just after they drank a meal of wine and ate a meal of meat, and now they seem to be resurrected with full health. No wonder they are called a fighting nation.
Already."
Unexpectedly, Comrade Lao Yang was a little unhappy with Hu Biao's casual remarks.
He squinted his eyes, took a sip of alcohol mixed with water, and began to speak with some dissatisfaction:
"If you have nothing to do, stop looking at those little goblins who can twist and turn on the Internet, and those bullshit editors who come up with some gossip; instead, look at more serious things with positive energy.
They're just stupid, they've been okay in the past two hundred years, but they're really not a fighting nation."
"Maozi is not considered a fighting nation, so who else can deserve to be called such a nation? It can't be us, right?"
After Hu Biao was criticized, he retorted smoothly.
Then, he found that he had been taught a lesson by three people including Lao Yang, Po Luo, and the translator, and he was deeply impressed after the lesson.
After trying hard to swallow a piece of horse lung, he took over the topic:
"Of course we are the real fighting nation.
Do you think we are just a farming civilization that can only cultivate the land? You are wrong, very wrong. Could a glorious civilization of five thousand years be cultivated just by farming?
Could it be that more than 9.6 million square kilometers of land were given away for free with phone bills? Our ancestors and forefathers fought for it with their lives and blood.
When friends come, they have good wine, when when jackals come, they have shotguns. This is our real situation."
As soon as the words left Poluo's mouth, the translator's words came up:
"From the ancient war between Yan and Huang to the Qin Dynasty's sweep of Liuhe, from Emperor Wu's opening of the border to Genghis Khan, none of the three dynasties of Han, Tang, and Ming in history used force to build their country.
From a small tribe in the Yellow River Basin to the current huge territory, our bloody nature has been verified over and over again in the flames of war.
If you think about the four major civilizations back then, there are still a few that remain. Only we have managed to survive through constant battles with foreign enemies.
During the Zhou Dynasty, we said that the whole world was not the land of the king.
During the Qin Dynasty, we said that Jiujiu and Lao Qin jointly went to the country to face the national calamity.
During the Han Dynasty we said that anyone who offends our great Han Dynasty’s power will be punished no matter how far away they are.
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, we said that all barbarians inside and outside who dared to declare war would be killed.
In the Song Dynasty, we said that every inch of mountains and rivers is worth an inch of blood.
In the Ming Dynasty, we said that the emperor guarded the gates of the country, and the king died in the country.
Don’t say anything more about the Republic of China. We experienced so many cities and battlefields. Don’t you have a deep enough experience?
The above are our fighting attitude and things passed down by our ancestors; in comparison, we can't be considered a true fighting nation."
"Forget it." Hu Biao replied sincerely.
Then, he raised the wine glass in his hand high and said: "To our ancestors, your descendants have not let you down. In the modern era, we have begun to become stronger again."
Seeing this, the other three people also raised their glasses.
Finally, he raised his head and drank the alcohol, which was as hot as blood.
At the moment when a burning hot air rose from their stomachs, they seemed to vaguely see five thousand years of fighting and iron horses...