Chapter 2547 Just Speak Northeastern Dialect

"Here, give me a hand and hold the engine.

"Okay, align it, lower the crane down! Yes, slow down a little, okay, just at this speed!"

"Go get the tool box and prepare for installation and debugging. There will be the next car waiting for us when we are done. Everyone, hurry up."

As Karamov said, the maintenance team he led did perform well.

At least what Malashenko sees now is all orderly and intensive. Compared with the general maintenance team, there is nothing wrong with it, and it is even better.

Listening to Russian with such a Northeastern flavor always makes Malashenko feel friendly. Karamov seems to be right when he says that this kid has a high level of understanding. Even if he has an unavoidable Northeastern flavor, at least he is You speak Russian quite fluently, don't you? At least I can’t see any problems when communicating with my friends around me, which is pretty good.

"Ren Dagui!"

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What Malashenko shouted was not Russian, but standard Chinese. It was indeed his true mother tongue that he had not spoken to anyone for a long time.

Everyone in front of the IS6 heavy tank was stunned when Malashenko yelled at him. Most people looked over with confused expressions on their faces. They had no idea what the words just meant. They only knew that the division commander The comrade suddenly roared, but one person's expression was not the same. Instead, he turned around in surprise and looked at Malashenko, who had already stepped forward.

"I heard that you did a good job in the maintenance class, and now you are the squad leader? That's okay, boy, well done! Even in such a far away foreign country, you didn't embarrass your motherland. Well done!"

This time Malashenko spoke in Russian, and of course the soldiers around him understood what he was saying to their squad leader.

Ren Dagui is not very tall, only over 1.7 meters.

In China, where malnutrition is common these days, you can indeed be called tall, but if you let the Slavs, who are tall and strong, have many strong men, it is really nothing. Standing in front of Malashenko, who is known as "unsuitable to be a tank soldier" because of his height of more than 1.9 meters, he really looks up to his comrade division commander like a child looking at an adult.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, comrade division commander. You are welcome to inspect! Please give instructions."

Ren Dagui, whose hands were covered in black oil and whose face was stained like a cat with a painted face, raised his hand in a military salute. He had indeed changed a lot since joining the leadership division.

You must know that in the past, when you were with the Germans, he was just a laborer doing physical work. He had no experience in military matters at all and had not learned anything. Let alone technical matters, he just loaded a gun with bullets. He can't do either. Now he has transformed into the leader of a maintenance class, which can indeed be said to be "a treat with admiration after leaving for three days."

"Just leave what you have at hand, I have something to do with you, it will probably take about ten minutes to half an hour. You make arrangements first, and I'll wait for you at the edge."

"Oh, ah? Is there something wrong? Okay, I will arrange the matter. Please wait a moment, Comrade Senior."

Walking to the side and watching Ren Dagui's serious and busy manner as he summoned his brothers to arrange tasks and explain matters, Malashenko couldn't help but sigh again at the wonder of fate. He could actually save a Chinese worker from the hands of a German on the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War. Is there anything more magical in the world than this?

Ren Dagui was very nimble. He arranged all the work at hand and the next things to be done in a short time, and arranged all the tasks that everyone would be responsible for next. Only then was he able to take some time to see Marashen. division.

"Come and chat with me for a while. There is something I want to tell you."

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What surprised Ren Dagui was not Malashenko's request, but Malashenko's fluent Chinese and Mandarin.

Although Ren Dagui knew that Comrade Teacher could speak Chinese when he first met him, so much time had passed. Later, when Ren Dagui saw Comrade Teacher Commander speaking at all-teacher conferences and art performances several times, it was because of his pretensions that he could speak Chinese. Speaking Russian instead of Chinese, over time I almost forgot that the teacher and comrade spoke Chinese in the past, but now I am a little surprised when I hear it.

"Why are you still looking at me like this? It's not the first time I've spoken Mandarin to you. Okay, don't worry, just speak Mandarin to me too, oh, or Northeastern dialect, haha ”

It feels really good to be able to talk Chinese with "fellow countrymen". Malashenko likes this feeling after being away for a long time. Indeed, it is always nice to be able to recall things in his hometown.

"Then I will say what we say in Nagada. Comrade teacher, as long as you can understand it."

"What you said do you doubt my Chinese proficiency?"

Malashenko smiled and expressed doubts, while Ren Dagui was just a little overwhelmed and anxious.

"That's not the case, how could it be possible? Comrade Teacher. I'm just thinking about it. Even if someone from outside our area comes to our Northeastern dialect, we may not be able to fully understand it. You are not talking about our Northeastern dialect. I'm a native of Gada, so I'm afraid I didn't explain it well enough to clear up your misunderstanding. Besides, I'm a rough guy and have only been in private school for two years, so I may not be able to express myself clearly."

Malashenko, who didn't want to write any more ink, casually waved his hand to indicate that it was okay and the topic could be ended here. Then he continued speaking in fluent Mandarin.

"There is something I'm curious about. How did you get to such a far place? The Far East, or the Northeast, is thousands of kilometers away from here. How did you get here?"

Malachenko had heard Ren Dagui talk about his experience. He remembered that he worked for the Red Army first, and then was captured by the Germans as a laborer, but the details were not clear. Malachenko was particularly curious about this.

Hearing the division commander's question, Ren Dagui, who had nothing to hide, thought for a while, organized his words, and basically sorted out the mess before speaking.

"That happened in 1939. My father and I went to the market to sell the corn we had harvested and exchange it for some meat for my sister to nourish her body. She was always sick and weak at the time."

"Who knew that as soon as we arrived at the market, we would run into the new Japanese military police captain who was bullying the common people and touching the virgin girls. I was so angry that I cursed and spit in the crowd. I couldn't help it. As a result, the Japanese military police captain heard it. He immediately ordered a group of Japanese soldiers to surround the group of people, saying that there were unruly people cursing him and asked them to hand over the people."

"In the end, I don't know which bastard sold me out and secretly pointed at me to the Japanese military police captain. The damn military police captain waved his hand without saying a word, and two Japanese soldiers came up and dragged me out When we got there, my father came up to plead for mercy but was kicked aside by the Japanese military police captain. "

"I wanted to resist, but I couldn't beat those Japanese soldiers. They held me tightly and threw me into the car in a blink of an eye. After we arrived, a traitor leader came up and said that I was guilty of insulting the imperial army and had to work for the imperial army to atone for my sins. If I did a good job, I would be given white flour buns to eat. You bastard, you are just talking nonsense. From now on, you will eat steamed buns. It's good if they don't mold."

"The next turning point happened a few months later, not even a few months. That day, I was repairing a gun tower for the Japanese with a few friends. Suddenly, a group of Japanese soldiers got off a Japanese truck, grabbed us and threw us into the car. When the car arrived, we realized that the Japanese were fighting and wanted to take us to the front line to dig trenches for them."