"This...is Chinese noodles? I have eaten spaghetti a few times."
Gorizodubova's stomach was growling. After all, she ate a few slices of bread in the early morning and only drank some water for the next ten hours.
She opened her mouth and was full of curiosity about Bai Pang's thick noodles.
Because the Soviet Union expelled more than 200,000 Chinese in the 1920s and arrested more than 20,000 people during the purge of counterrevolutionaries. In addition, the Soviet Union banned the petty bourgeoisie. Noodle shops that were supposed to appear in Chinese areas began to disappear with the Chinese.
disappeared. At that time, Gorizodubova was still very young. In her more than thirty years of life, the first Chinese person she saw was Yang Mingzhi.
However, in her opinion, because this Chinese had acquired Soviet citizenship, he was her comrade.
Nationality can change, but many things from deep within the soul cannot be changed, such as the skill of making noodles.
From what he said, many chefs in the many kitchens of Blacksmith Village have fully learned the craftsmanship of making authentic Chinese noodles. In terms of craftsmanship, it is much simpler than pasta.
An iron bowl was filled with noodles, and a layer of marinade was poured on top. Gorizodubova immediately understood that Chinese noodles are also eaten with it, and they are very similar to spaghetti.
Wait a minute, it’s probably because pasta looks exactly like Chinese noodles.
Just holding the bowl of rice, a troublesome question troubled her again - how to eat it.
Pasta is eaten with a fork, and the Commander actually uses two wooden sticks. Looking at the others, everyone is using a fork, with the Commander being a special exception.
She picked up the steel fork and poked a piece of noodles with the intention of giving it a try. The noodles full of sauce were placed on the tip of the pen. The rich and attractive aroma made her ignore all worries, and the perfect taste made her even more excited.
I barely chewed it and just swallowed it whole.
Gorizodubova has never felt that she is a lady in the traditional sense. She should pursue her true heart when doing things and not care too much about other people's opinions. Especially as a soldier, being too formal when it comes to eating will only look artificial.
She has never experienced what she has today. Not only is the deliciousness of authentic Chinese noodles, but also the fact that it is made by guerrillas in the swamp. Many guerrillas live a life of starvation and fullness, in order to survive in extreme situations.
, the guerrillas even ate grasshoppers.
Since it was noodles, after Gorizodubova finished eating a large bowl, she pursed her lips and said in praise: "Comrade Commander, I really appreciate your hospitality. I have only eaten spaghetti a few times, simply.
I thought it was the real noodles. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to taste real noodles here.”
"Well, maybe you really oversold me." Yang Mingzhi waved his hand.
"No, you are too modest."
"No! No! Obviously you know too little about noodles. After all, we just stretch the noodles into strips. Noodles can be boiled, fried, grilled, and there are many cooking methods, even using high-temperature steam.
Maybe when the war is won, you can go to China. At least when it comes to eating, we Chinese are very diverse."
"He's right!" Yevlov laughed. "Soldiers gnaw potatoes and eat black bread for a long time. An overly uniform diet will affect morale. The canteen now provides noodles twice a week. For this reason, many soldiers began to
Learn to eat with two sticks.”
"So, Comrade Deputy Commander, have you learned it?"
"This...your question is a bit sharp."
Salinchkin shook his head: "The use of wooden sticks requires long-term practice. Obviously, Comrade Deputy Commander has no time to practice. He is most interested in spending most of his time supervising the training of soldiers, and he never puts excessive demands on meals."
Sarinchkin's words were clearly a compliment, and Yevlov felt secretly happy when he heard them. They were also an explanation to Gorizodubova that the deputy commander paid special attention to army building.
How can a meal be complete without wine? There were less than ten participants in this noon meal, but these people were all good drinkers.
There was no shortage of delicacies on the table, as well as vodka, wine, and even two bottles of seized whiskey.
The bucket of noodles had been eaten, and Salinchkin took the lead, holding up a water glass filled with vodka.
"Comrades, in a few hours, our General Belekov will board a plane to Moscow. Thank you for your contribution to the guerrilla movement, here's to you, Comrade Belekov..."
Looking at Salinchin's sincere eyes, Yang Mingzhi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He poured himself a glass of wine and looked thoughtfully at the rich aroma of the wine glass.
Yes, it's finally time to say goodbye.
He was silent for half a minute before speaking: "I will go to Moscow. This is Comrade Stalin's order, and I must abide by it. To be honest, as the moment of departure approaches, I really feel reluctant to leave you."
"Yes, even though I have only been with you for a short five months, we have always been very happy working together." Salinchkin knocked on the table again; "It is also because of this experience that I realized that your great talents should not be buried here.
A small swamp. For an early victory in the war, you must go to Moscow."
"Yes, I understand. However, I have many brothers here. We have fought side by side and experienced countless tests of death. Now that I have left the swamp, we cannot fight side by side again for the time being." After that, Yang Mingzhi deliberately looked at
A few glances at Yevlov.
Yang Mingzhi noticed that Yevlov's old face with deep eye sockets was full of sadness. He must have really not wanted him to leave, but it was hard to go against his wish.
Yevlov did not cry, nor would he cry, but recounted many of his past events in a hoarse voice.
"It was in the Far East. The division commander thought you were a strange person. That's when I met you. On the outskirts of Minsk last year, we created miracles and faced desperate situations. When we came to Pripet Swamp, you led the people to create
The glory of the Guerrilla Republic. Even if you are about to leave, you have made future decisions for the Guerrilla Republic.
I think these actions have been done with kindness and justice. Don't worry, Comrade Commander, after you leave, I will take over your work and run the Guerrilla Republic better."
His words suddenly became serious, and there were many honorifics in his words, which was very different from his usual painting style. Yang Mingzhi shrugged, which may be proof that Yevlov was emotionally moved.
No one is really hard-hearted, but Yevlov can be described as a tough and tender man. Today's "last lunch" must have touched the soft part of his heart.
It is said that one of the four most sincere emotions in life is comradeship. For this guy, Yang Mingzhi already regarded him as his brother from a foreign land in his heart.
Looking at everyone dining together, it is clear that not one of them has made great contributions to the Guerrilla Republic, the 84th Guards Division, and the 6th Army.
No one was looking forward to leaving. Everyone raised a toast and wished the general with great military exploits would create greater glory in the new field.
Here, even Gorizodubova, who shouldn't drink, was influenced by the strong atmosphere and drank a large glass of vodka.
On the other hand, among the men, Yevlov finally did not suppress his feelings anymore. He held the wine bottle with his feeding tube almost inserted into the mouth of the bottle, and drank almost the entire bottle in one breath.
"Oh! Are you crazy? You will get hurt if you drink like this."
"I...I feel uncomfortable..." Yevlov threw the bottle aside fiercely, or he was too excited. He laughed, but the smile gradually disappeared. He held his head and became gloomy, and there was actually a burst of laughter.
A burst of sobs.
What was supposed to be a joyful farewell banquet, was suddenly embarrassed by Yevlov's actions. But this guy's wine was pretty good. As the alcohol slowly got to his head, his mood gradually stabilized, but he couldn't speak.
Stopped.
He muttered a lot, nothing more than talking about the glorious achievements of the past, and even reminiscing about the good old days.
These were indeed very good topics for conversation, and even Salinchkin knocked on the table and then sang "Song of the Steppe Cavalry" drunkenly.
Until the confused Yevlov asked: "No... Berekov, is what you said true? In twelve months, our main force will... liberate Kiev?"
"Of course!" Yang Mingzhi fell into excitement because he had also drunk. He beat his chest and made a solemn promise: "I tell you! The Red Army will liberate Kiev in twelve months. At that time, I will definitely lead the troops myself.
Fight back. By then I think I will no longer be a group army commander, but a front army commander."
"Haha, commander of the front army, who do you think you are?" Salinchkin asked jokingly.
"I? I am Belekov, a person who will go down in history forever. When I come back, all the officers and soldiers of the 6th Group who stayed in the swamp will join my front army, and then we...well...we will rush forward in one go.
To Minsk, avenge the ten thousand brothers of our 84th Division who died on the outskirts of Minsk..."
The last "revenge" was so powerful that the people in the private room fell into a group carnival. Everyone yelled "Ula", which really scared the only woman, Gorizodubova, to nervousness.
She felt like she had entered a black bear's den, filled with man-eating monsters.
The general's drunken outlook on the war situation is really dreamy. What does it mean to liberate Kiev twelve months later? Of course, the Soviet army counterattacked to the Dnieper River, which means that the Soviet Union will definitely win.
After the atmosphere stabilized, Gorizodubova asked decisively about the matter: "Comrade General, are you serious? How do you judge the situation of the war in twelve months?"
"Of course I'm serious. Are you concerned about whether we can liberate Kiev in a year's time?"
"Of course! I am from Kharkiv. The liberation of Kiev means that my hometown will also be liberated. I feel heartbroken when I think that my compatriots are still enduring the brutal rule of the enemy."
"Ah! So you are actually a woman from Kharkiv." Sarinchkin looked a little surprised, "I have been there, it is a great city. The strategic attack to liberate the city failed in May, but don't
Don't be discouraged, the great Soviet Red Army will fight unremittingly, and we will continue to fight until all war criminals are eliminated."
The words mentioned in this way touched the heart of Gorizodubova, and while she was excited, she drank another glass of wine.
Facts have proved that drinking alcohol a few hours before returning to the flight is definitely not a wise choice.
It doesn't matter that the passengers are drowsy from drinking hard liquor, but it's really bad that the pilot is drunk.
The dinner was over, Gorizodubova patted her somewhat groggy head and cursed herself for being unconscious.
But she was surprised to notice that the most important passenger, Belekov, seemed to be fine.
"Dear Comrade Gorizodubova, you are a little drunk. I think you can rest for a few hours. It is not yet two o'clock in the afternoon, and we have plenty of time." Yang Mingzhi said with concern.
"No need, I can still do it. Just a little wine won't delay my flight."
"Oh my God, you are a crazy person for flying a plane after drinking."
"Are you approving this?" She patted the gold star medal on her chest, "I kept flying until I saw the Pacific Ocean. I am a crazy person, and this era needs such crazy people. Including you!"
Having said that, Yang Mingzhi has great scruples about drunk driving, not to mention that her life and fortune will be handed over to this drunken pilot in a few hours. Who knows if she will regain her energy by eight o'clock in the evening?
But now she deserves a good rest.
Yang Mingzhi called two guards and helped Gorizodubova to the lounge of the army headquarters.
After dinner, Yang Mingzhi was not idle. After discussing with Salinchkin and others, he made a call to the sulfur mine. The content was nothing more than ordering the guards to tie up Hendryson, the commander of the German 60th Division.
, and was immediately taken to the headquarters.
…
The heavy door of a dark wooden house was opened, and a thin prisoner was held inside - German division commander Hendryson.
The Soviet army did not torture him. They simply treated him as a prisoner and restricted all his personal freedoms. During the nearly two months he was captured, his environment was limited to a small house of only ten square meters. Or
Out of pride, he kept his mouth shut after revealing some irrelevant information. Perhaps corporal punishment could be used to pry this guy's mouth open, but for the sake of his own honor, Salinchkin refused to abuse this punishment. This Hendryson
His attitude is indeed tough, and his methods of beating the eagle have achieved extremely limited results.
Hendryson was finally tortured so much that the Soviet army did not bother to interrogate him anymore, so he was kept in detention. He knew almost nothing about what happened outdoors.
This is a world of difference from the situation of Lawrence, the commander of the 707th Division who "abandoned the dark and turned to the bright".
The door was suddenly opened by armed guards, and strong sunlight shone in. Hendryson subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.
He asked angrily: "Is my time up? You are going to kill me."
The words were spoken in German, and the guard group composed of middle-aged and elderly people could not understand German, and they had no good impression of the leader of the invaders. Two guards rushed in, carrying hemp ropes, and tied Hend directly.
Leeson's hands and feet.
Being tied up like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, Hendrickson suffered this humiliation when he was first captured, and now he suffered it again.
He cursed desperately in German, using extremely dirty words. As a piece of linen was stuffed into his mouth, his whole body was reduced to meaningless whines.
There was a big commotion in the prisoner-of-war camp, and all the remaining German prisoners of war came over one after another. For example, Lawrence, who had the privilege of not working, usually served as the general manager of prisoners of war, and had a good relationship with many guards.
Across a layer of barbed wire, Lawrence asked the guards outside the wall: "He is a major general and division commander. What are you going to do with him? Is it execution?"
The guard shook his head: "It was the commander's order. The uniform must be sent to the headquarters immediately. He has not cooperated with our work for a long time. In order to prevent him from escaping or biting his tongue and committing suicide, we can only take this approach."
"Okay..." Lawrence didn't ask any more questions. He was afraid that if he asked too many questions, he would arouse suspicion. The current living situation was pretty good, and it was obviously wisest not to anger the Russians.
No one knew where the division commander Hendryson would go, but everyone saw through the barbed wire fence that the rude guards carried the poor division commander into a jeep and then drove away towards the north. (To be continued)