Chapter 211: Reversal! Churchill's Tears (IV)

"Hey, you two, what are you doing in my hangar in the dark?"

The question behind him did not affect Liang Gensheng's mood at all. He patted Huang Chengming on the shoulder and turned around and smiled: "Captain Luo, I want to ask you, it's so dark, what are you doing in my territory?"

A naval lieutenant colonel in a snow-white uniform appeared in the shadow. It was Luo Likong, the captain of the "Yingzhou" who had come to Liang Gensheng to ask for advice.

"It turned out to be Commander Liang. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you for a while. Then I... won't interfere with you..."

Liang Gensheng didn't hear anything, but Huang Chengming was anxious: "What do you mean!"

Rodrikong smiled: "This staff officer, what do you mean by me?"

Liang Gensheng, who was unknown, patted the shoulders of the two: "Two big men, the first time they met, is it interesting? Captain Luo, since you can't sleep, please treat us to a midnight snack?"

Luo Likong also confessed: "I don't care about the canteen, but there are still a few canned fruits in my room. If you don't dislike it..."

Liang Gensheng was wagging his neck: "Just go to your room."

With a cigarette, Huang Chengming, who was reluctant to look, followed Liang Gensheng into the captain's room. The room was not big, and there was only a small bed and a set of tables and chairs. Apart from a frame with a woman's photo frame on the table, the only thing that interested Huang Chengming was the map that occupied most of the tabletop - a long arc was drawn intermittently with red pen on it.

Luo Likong took out three cans from under the table, placed them on the map, and then touched out three double-headed can openers - the other end was a spoon.

Huang Chengming picked up one of the cans, but accidentally took the can opener handed over by Luo Likong.

“Where are we now?”

Luo Likong handed the can opener to Liang Gensheng, pushed open the other two cans on the table, and pointed to the lower left corner of the map: "Here, close to the mouth of the Ural River, three thousand meters above the Caspian Sea.

"Caspian Sea? Are you going to the rear of Orenburg? Why did you run to the Caspian Sea?"

Huang Chengming was stunned.

Luo Likong picked up a can and threw it to Liang Gensheng, tilting his head towards Huang Chengming: "It seems you have completely woken up."

Liang Gensheng took the can and opened the can in just a few seconds. He swung his fingers and turned the can opener and started to dig up the can with sugar water and oranges in the can.

"Don't worry about him for now, you'd better tell me what happened to the two planes on the deck."

Rolikong smiled mysteriously: "That's not your business, so don't ask."

Liang Gensheng sneered in his nose: "Okay, I won't ask, but if you can't send us to the place on time, I will throw you down before you get into the plane and escape."

Luo Likong pinched the can opener and knocked on the can in his hand: "Please rest assured, Commander Liang, this ship is a legendary air ship that travels across the world island. We can fly across the entire Eurasian continent and come and go freely over St. Petersburg and Moscow, and we will definitely transport your headquarters to the place you are going on on time."

"Hmph, don't forget who pointed out the way for you."

"Of course I dare not forget. In Luo's eyes, Commander Liang is equivalent to a recreating his parents in my military career..."

Liang Gensheng waved his spoon, shook his head and narrowed his eyes and said, "I dare not take it. Now my brothers and I have the lives of you. I don't care about any other tasks. You must do my business for me, otherwise, even if you call me my ancestors, I will still turn against you!"

Luo Likong hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Sir, obey the order!"

Liang Gensheng raised his hand and signaled Luo Likong to sit down, turned his head and put half of the canned food on the table.

"I'll go to the toilet. Please take good care of me, the Huang Consul, as he has been by the Emperor, so don't neglect it."

"Don't worry, sir, from now on, the matter of Staff Huang is mine."

The speaker is probably unintentional, and Huang Chengming's eyebrows are twisted into twists. As for whether his chrysanthemum is tight, it is unknown.

Let’s talk about Liang Gensheng leaving the captain’s room, heading straight to the toilet, pushing open the door and entering, but he bumped into a casual man who was in a hurry to go out.

Unlike the corridor, the lights in the toilet are still bright. Liang Gensheng looked down and saw that the man was wearing a long black coat, thick hair and messy hair, bright and vivid eyes, and a toothbrush-like mustache under his tall nose. He didn't look like a Chinese, but he seemed familiar in the dark...

"The iron fist is invincible to Sun Yat-sen, the military killing fist Zhou Enlai, the magic voice takes the heart Roosevelt, the 'communist' glory... Stalin!"

Unintentionally, Liang Gensheng silently recited a series of shocking names that were well-known to that era.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then responded in broken Chinese: "I don't know, I don't understand."

"Stalin is your pseudonym, your original name is Joseph Jugashvilli."

Liang Gensheng finally caught such a little bit of residue from the gutter of memory.

The other party still shook his head: "I don't know, I don't understand."

Liang Gensheng blinked and simply spoke Russian: "I remember correctly. You were born in Tbilisi Province of the Caucasus. Your father was a shoemaker and your mother was a serf. You were the third child at home. You went to church middle school and later joined the Russian Social Democratic Labor Party. After the party split, you chose the Bolsheviks led by Lenin. Then you returned to the Caucasus, robbed banks, engaged in assassination, kidnapping, arrested, exiled many times, and ran away from the exile place many times."

The man opposite hesitated for a moment and spoke Russian: "I'm sorry, I think you recognized the wrong person."

Liang Gensheng racked his brains to recall the memories, and continued to say, "Later, you returned to St. Petersburg, and under the instructions of Lenin, you participated in the establishment of Pravda. When you published an article in the newspaper, you used the pseudonym "Stalin" for the first time. Not long after, you were arrested for the last time. The Russian government of Tsarist Russia exiled you to Achensk in Siberia. Before our army occupied the place, you mysteriously disappeared - I really didn't expect that one day I would meet you here."

The man who Liang Gensheng identified as "Stalin" narrowed his eyes and his tone became loose: "Who are you? I don't know you."

"I know you, but you in another world, in that world, your Bolsheviks seized the Russian regime, and you became the heir to Lenin."

"Stalin" spread his hands: "It's not surprising that we will seize power sooner or later. As for Comrade Lenin's heir, the Comrade Stalin you mentioned should have a chance."

Liang Gensheng continued to speak without restraint: "Stalin in that world led the Soviet Union led by Russia to stride towards industrialization at the expense of sacrifice and enslavement of a large number of peasants, to build a world's second and largest industrial power in Europe, and to establish a powerful Soviet Red Army..."

"However, just as World War II was approaching, he launched a great purge, detained, persecuted, executed countless party members and cadres, and eliminated more than 70% of the backbone officers of the Red Army. As a result, when the German Third Reich launched a sudden attack on the Soviet Union, his army was defeated: the Germans "enforced" Moscow, surrounded Leningrad, St. Petersburg, occupied Kiev, captured Sevastopol, advanced south to the Caucasus Mountains, and east to the Volga River..."

"Then what?"

"Stalin" just listened calmly, with no emotion on his face.

Liang Gensheng shrugged: "And then? Then a lot of things happened, but in the end, his Red Army captured Berlin, and then occupied Manchuria and North Korea."

"Stalin" smiled with satisfaction: "That should be."

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and then someone knocked on the aluminum door panel.

"Comrade Stalin, are you not well yet?"

Liang Gensheng smiled slightly: "I read that right, you are indeed Stalin, but you are Stalin of the 'this world'."

Stalin was not polite: "Although I don't know what your purpose is, the future you have portrayed for me is quite in line with my preference."

Liang Gensheng sneered and made way for Stalin.

"That future is destined to be no longer yours, but I am looking forward to what kind of miracles Stalin will create in this world?"
Chapter completed!