Chapter 2982 We Are All Fun People

"Long time no see, General Malashenko. Your brilliant military exploits in crushing the evil heart of the Nazis have been spread all over the world. Even among our US military, no one knows about it. Everyone in the world admires outstanding counterattacks like you. Fascist hero.”

As soon as they met, he was carried in a sedan chair, and without saying a word, he praised his teacher who had taught him in the past to a very high position.

It seems that not only has his military rank been promoted, his position has also risen rapidly, but he is also good at carrying people in this fancy sedan chair.

Suddenly, he felt that rather than joining the army, it might be more suitable for Major Morrison to work in politics.

Malashenko, who looked at each other with a smile, didn't think much about it. As usual, he used the basic etiquette of "you lift me, and I'll lift you" to change the words and return them.

"The general results are not worth mentioning."

"It's you, after we said goodbye last time, I really didn't expect that when we meet again next time, we will actually face a distinguished major general and commander."

"Do you know? There is an old saying in distant China, which is called "It takes three days to see each other with admiration." It means that after a person has not seen each other for a while, he suddenly changes and achieves impressive or even unbelievable results. One has to admire it.”

"I think this sentence should be suitable to describe you, Jack. As a comrade, I sincerely congratulate you. Your name and outstanding deeds will undoubtedly be recorded in history together with the brilliant achievements of the 4th Armored Division. "

When it comes to carrying people in a sedan chair, how successful are you Americans? I'm still doing my homework here.

As long as one can sit in the position of a major general, his ears should be calloused by all kinds of good words and flattery, and he will have a considerable degree of immunity.

But now?

The real situation now is that Major General Jack Morrison, who was praised by Malashenko, has a smile that is said to be "innocent and innocent". Take a look at his mouth and grin almost to the base of his ears. His smile is simply Like lotus.

So even if it is the same words, the same compliment, the key depends on whose mouth it comes from, and the effect will be completely different.

Even Major General Morrison himself acknowledged this in his next words.

"It is a great honor for me to receive such recognition and praise from you, General."

"I have to admit that your unreserved and sincere teachings have indeed benefited me a lot. I personally think that this has been enough to make a huge change in the trajectory of my life, which even I did not expect."

"I will follow your teachings, use the tactics and methods you taught me, continue to hone my practical skills, and summarize and improve them based on combat experience.

"This finally enables me and my troops to fight against the Nazi minions and lackeys in consecutive battles, just like you did on the Eastern Front. I believe you are also involved in this." Credit, if I am a student worthy of your pride, then this is undoubtedly an affirmation of me.”

No matter how you speak in an official tone or what you say on the table.

At least in private situations like this, Jack, who left a pretty good first impression on Malashenko, at least so far seems to have "retained his original intention" and has not become arrogant or domineering because of the achievements he has made.

As expected, Malashenko's response was to look at each other and smile again.

"Chinese people often say, "The master leads the door, and the practice lies with the individual." Those ancient wisdoms are still used today. I have taught you the knowledge I have, but how to use it, what level you can use it, and what kind of benefits you can get in return. As a result, this is your own ability and your military strength."

"Anyway, welcome to the dinner. Let us celebrate the final victory of this Great Patriotic War. Cheers!"

"Cheers to victory in the anti-Fascist war!"

Malashenko doesn't like goblets very much, but considering that the Americans are here, and the German restaurant where the banquet is held is really the only thing like this, it can be put on the table and there is a sufficient quantity.

The other cups and containers were either missing or had been dried to pieces in the war, but these goblets were still unearthed from the underground wine cellar. It’s good to have some, but what kind of bicycle do you need?

So even if you don’t like it or don’t feel comfortable with it, you can only hold your nose and use it.

With less than half a glass of wine passed through his throat, Malashenko felt the spicy power. He was really full of energy after not drinking for a long time. When he looked up, he saw that Jack was already drinking, winking and grinning. .

"Oh, God! This wine is so spicy. It's like drinking gasoline with gunpowder. It's burning in my stomach."

Perhaps he realized that the description he subconsciously blurted out was a bit disrespectful to the friendly troops who were hosting the banquet. Jack didn't forget to make up for himself before putting down the cup.

"Uh, don't get me wrong, General. I mean this wine is really spicy, nothing else."

“I’ve heard that Russian wine has a very strong stamina. My friend even told me that it was like drinking liquid explosives. I didn’t have time to taste it last time I went to Moscow, but this sip really impressed me. "

Jack is the kind of person who can tell at a glance that he doesn't have any drinking habits on weekdays. It is estimated that low-alcohol wine and champagne are his limit.

The Red Army used it to celebrate the victory in the Patriotic War, and the 62-degree Vodka specially prepared for the troops stationed in Berlin was really inappropriate for this kid to pour into his mouth.

"It's okay. If it's not suitable, just taste it. There are wines and champagnes over there."

"Oh, speaking of wines and champagnes, there's one more thing. These fat Nazi officials who are enjoying the wine and meat have stolen so many good wines from the French. The underground wine cellar of this hotel is full of them. I heard that this was where the Germans entertained VIPs before, and now it's just right for entertaining anti-fascist fighters."

This is indeed the case.

When Malashenko first went down to the underground wine cellar of this hotel, the scene stunned Comrade Ma.

God knows how many bottles of good wine there are, just like soda bottles coming off the assembly line in the 21st century, they are piled up one by one and full everywhere.

If there is no room in the wine cabinet, they are packed in boxes and piled on the ground. As a result, there is no room on the ground, so the boxes filled with high-end wine can only be piled up one by one like a mountain.

This kind of place used by the Nazis to entertain VIPs is usually not visited by those "black dogs" who rob and plunder everywhere. After all, rabbits don't eat grass near their nests. These mad dog-like SS plundering teams also know what is not suitable to touch.

Hearing what Malashenko said, Jack, who put down his glass, was also surprised, but he didn't think much about it and continued to speak.

"Oh, the Nazis did cause irreparable trauma and losses to France. But speaking of France, what I don't understand the most is why they surrendered so quickly. Aren't they descendants of Napoleon? Why did France, which once dominated the European continent, become like this?"

"If they could have a city like Stalingrad, even if there was only one, I believe the situation would be very different, and it might not be the result today."

Jack didn't speak for the French just because they were both Western allies. After all, anyone who knows a little about military affairs, even if they don't talk about generals, just ordinary soldiers, will say "I don't understand, but I am shocked" after watching your performance in World War II.

This is the descendant of Napoleon, France that couldn't be crushed by the meat grinder in World War I?

How did it become like this after not seeing it for a few days?

If Americans say "I don't understand, it's shocking" after watching it, then it may be that your military operations have indeed reached a level that has never been seen before, and it is hard to say whether there will be anyone who can surpass it in the future.

"Ha, French? Those French"

Malachenko, who just shook his head when France was mentioned, didn't say much, but just made a simple but plain comment.

"If those French men could use half of the momentum of the Germans who ran away, went to the streets to grab their French women's hair and cut them down, and shaved their heads in the street, and use it on the battlefield. Then I guess the military adventure of the shampooer will only end up with him being executed."

"As for the two of us, we shouldn't be drinking and talking about things at this time, in this place, in this state, and we won't establish this friendship."

"Ha, why do I feel like someone is reminding us, as if saying "Hurry up and say thank you, French", it's a bit interesting."

As early as the last time we met and first met, I had already experienced that Malachenko's sense of humor was different from other Russian generals, as if it gave me a feeling that was not so strange, but very familiar.

Jack, who was amused by Malashenko's words, didn't care about the dignity of the "Western allies". The United States and the Soviet Union reached an unprecedented tacit understanding at this moment - this "milking France" is a beautiful thing.

"General, I think there should be such a passage in the French history textbook in the future - we should thank our American allies, because if it weren't for them, the text you saw would not be recorded in French, but in German."

"Hahahahaha!!!"

You laugh and I laugh, everyone laughs, the US Army and the Red Army laugh together.

You ask why the French don't laugh?

Maybe this joke is not funny enough, and it needs to be stepped up.

"Oh, by the way, General, there is one more thing, I almost forgot to introduce it to you."

Jack, who was making up the "milking France joke" on the spot and laughed happily, suddenly remembered something, so he quickly took the hand of the lady next to him and spoke to Malashenko again.

"This is my wife, Kate Morrison."

"Kate, this is General Malashenko, whom I always mentioned to you before, and he is also my former mentor. His original armored tactics are well-known all over the world, which has benefited me a lot. He is one of the most outstanding generals in the anti-fascist front."

Jack's voice has not yet fallen, and the lady, who is set off by the luxurious evening dress that looks priceless at first glance, smiled and saluted Malashenko.

"Hello, General, your deeds are well-known even in the United States. Please allow me to salute you on behalf of my family."

"Uh, family?"

Malashenko was a little stunned when he heard this. He blinked and hadn't recovered yet, but he heard Jack on the side taking the initiative to speak and add introductions.

"Kate's family is a traditional political family. My father-in-law is a veteran congressman with a considerable degree of influence. He has always been committed to making his hometown richer and better, so he is deeply respected and loved by the people of his hometown."

Okay, this is how the co-authorship works.

Malashenko finally understood why those sarcastic and displeased people called Jack the "Congress's customized God of War."

It turns out that you are a "good son-in-law". No wonder you took off as soon as you showed some performance on the battlefield. With such a father-in-law, it would be hard for you not to take off.

"Hello, ma'am. As Jack's comrade-in-arms, I also congratulate you on the outstanding achievements made by your husband. Your husband is also an outstanding anti-fascist general."

But to be honest, this Mrs. Kate's appearance has indeed reached a considerable level, and she is also very good at dressing up.

These days, there is no such thing as a superb workmanship that can be done drastically on the face, and there is no such thing as "photo cheating" at a close visual distance.

I don't know how much silver she spent on a lavender gradient evening dress. It should have been hand-made by a senior tailor. The accessories on her hands, head and neck are also shining and shining. Under the various artificial light sources in the venue, she is really dazzling.

It is certain that she is younger than Jack, but it is hard to tell how much younger she is.

But this woman is so good at dressing up. She doesn't wear heavy makeup, but just the right amount of makeup, which makes Malashenko a little unsure of her exact age. And asking a lady's age in person is very rude. I am a lieutenant general of the Soviet tank army and I want to save face, so I just forget it.

I don't care how much effort Jack's father-in-law put in during his takeoff, and I'm not very interested in it.

Just when Malashenko was about to say something else, Jack had taken the lead and quietly spoke with a refilled wine glass.

"General, I wonder who this beautiful lady next to you is..."

Oh, you finally asked this question. I thought you were embarrassed to ask because you disliked your wife's appearance.

She also came to the front holding Anya's hand, changed out of her nurse uniform and put on a clean and straight female captain's uniform. Even if Anya, who rarely wears this kind of clothes, stood here with only clean face, she still looked bright enough to attract people's attention.

And Malashenko's words came out at the same time.

"Let me introduce you, this is the head nurse of the field hospital directly under our leader's army, and also an outstanding representative of our army's outstanding battlefield medical workers and a winner of the Soviet Hero Award, Captain Anya Pokeyeva."