Malashenko’s considerations are actually not complicated.
First of all, Anya's identity is not an outstanding representative of other armies, a field medical worker, or an active soldier.
Secondly, he took Anya alone with him and introduced me to me while holding her leg. Was this done out of courtesy or was there some other personal relationship?
Then he doesn't know what to say, and he can't tell me anything. There is no standard answer or original answer. It depends on what I think, how I think, and how I understand it.
Of course, don't expect to get any follow-up response from him. The response will be "no response". What you think and think is none of my business. I will not comment.
The routine was just that, there was no verbal introduction to the occasion, and it was really difficult to tell whether Malashenko's actions were polite or not, and whether there was any further relationship.
Having said that, Jack himself is not an ordinary person, nor is he an ordinary American soldier who acts as a hooligan on the streets.
The situation in the U.S. military is that of soldiers with weak legs. It has nothing to do with military commanders at all, but to be honest, it doesn't have much to do with it.
The pawn on the east side of the leg is ignorant. No, it's two hundred and five. It doesn't mean that Jack doesn't wink. It's also two hundred and five times two, which is double two hundred and five.
My butt can reach Ruming's position. It is because of my wife's relationship that I have been influenced by politics, and I know how to observe people's emotions and many incidental things.
With a "understanding" expression on his face, Jack nodded slightly, and then saluted Anya with a smile.
"He knew that the Red Army paid unimaginable huge casualties and sacrifices in that great Patriotic War. The surviving combat heroes were able to live to witness the arrival of Victory Month because they all relied on the bravery and tenacity of medical workers in the field.
, fearless in giving.”
"Please allow him to pay tribute to you on behalf of his colleagues! Lieutenant Anya! Thank you and all field medical workers for your heroic efforts in defeating the victory of the great anti-Fascist war. The same goes for women."
A sonorous hero who walks through the lines of battle."
Jack's Mandarin was impeccable as always and was perfect.
It was indeed the first time to experience such a big scene, and it was also the first time to be saluted by a U.S. Army major general. Anya, who was following closely beside Malashenko and seemed to be a little bit frightened.
But maybe the person whom she believed to be dependent on and deeply cruel was so close, and she got some kind of encouragement or courage. Could Anya, whose momentary panic was fleeting, quickly return to her normal state and return the favor?
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"Thank you for your recognition and praise, General. It is a great honor for him. The heroic story of you and your troops delivering a heavy blow to the Nazis in Bastogne is also impressive."
Due to the foreseeable demand for the banquet, Malashenko personally made up the relevant homework for Anya on the way there.
Including the personal deeds of Jack, the troops he commanded, the results of his battles, etc., Malashenko told Anya orally in order to be remembered.
But compared to his own troops and related achievements, being known to the beautiful young lady in front of him is something that one can guess the reasons and reasons for.
What surprised Jack even more was that Anya actually spoke the wrong words to him without the need for an interpreter, speaking in English that was not as fluent as Malashenko, but was almost pure and authentic.
Is English so popular among the Red Army and so fluent? Why can even non-combatant medical workers speak it so fluently?
Jack didn't think it was because "the United States is invincible in the east, and you small barbarian countries are competing to learn and worship it."
As a qualified military officer with the title of major general and division commander, Jack was concerned about how much effort, effort, time, and achievements the Russians had made in understanding the U.S. military.
This is something that a qualified military commander should consider, not some guy who boasts all day about "he is invincible".
And now, the situation before Jack's eyes was that a head nurse of a non-combatant member of the Red Army could speak English so fluently. It was difficult to imagine how much he understood the United States and the US military.
Is that a common situation? Are there a lot of people like that in Malashenko's eastern army? It cannot be said that the level is just average. I beg to bring in another officer from the combat unit. The English in Coco's mouth has just begun.
When I opened my mouth, I mistakenly thought that the red-necked Texas man from my hometown came to Berlin?
As a military commander, Jack knew very well whether his legs were urinary or not.
Not to mention whether they understand the Red Army, those guys with nostrils pointing up at the bottom of their legs, who are the first and second in the empire, are those who can speak fluent Russian and can communicate normally without the help of a translator?
There are only a handful of them.
The fluency in speaking Russian can reach the same level as Anya speaking English, let alone being able to count on one leg.
Is it obvious how obvious the difference between the two is, not to mention that the beautiful lady in front of him is very much a non-combatant woman.
Damn it, please don’t be so cool? That’s too much of a ghost story.
I can't imagine what it means to ask for a common situation. A qualified military officer will definitely consider the worst and most unfavorable situation. And that is why it seems that there is no trouble on the surface.
He responded with a smile, but on the outside he was quite surprised at Jack's true state of mind.
Jack had concealed himself well, but he could not escape the eyes of Malashenko, who knew that at that time, he must pay attention.
In fact, for Malashenko, it was not a test.
Let’s explore Jack’s background and find out if he is arrogant, careless and careless about the foreseeable future potential.
It goes without saying that he can clearly and keenly capture details and analyze some things beyond the surface from those details. He is a guy worthy of his attention and serious treatment. He is not like those who contradict him and dislike him.
This person, as the eccentric "Congress Customized God of War" said, is just a beautifully packaged showpiece.
The answer has been revealed, and in the fleeting strange expression on Jack's face, Malashenko has indeed seen it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.
That guy is very real and has a good eye. It seems that it is necessary to raise his evaluation a little bit.
Just by "looking at each other", a round of testing has actually been completed. Malashenko, who has been smiling from just now to now, decided to help Jack relieve the pressure, and then see what happens next.
How is the reaction?
"Anya has been working as an assistant with the director of their field hospital. His name is Kalachev, a top student who graduated from Johns Hopkins University in the United States. His tutor is quite famous, Professor John Stecker, a top surgeon.
Leg specialist."
"Kalachev served his country after studying, returned to his disaster-ridden hometown when his motherland was in the most critical moment, and used what he had learned to go to the front line of the battlefield. He indeed created countless miracles. According to the way we Americans describe it,
"I don't know how many lives were snatched back from the legs of the God of Death," some of them were their comrades, and some were even ordinary civilians injured by the Nazis."
"Is it because I have been following him as his assistant and need to read some English materials and books or communicate. Anya's English level has improved very quickly. Does it seem like she surprised me a little?"
Kalachev was in the Soviet Union, but he kept in contact with his girlfriend in the United States. Letters and mails never stopped.
Malashenko also knew that the Americans themselves must know about this. Karachev, a public figure who has been praised in many newspapers after all, should not regard a potential partner who is on par with me as a fool.
There is no such thing as saying that Kalachev has always been hiding and hiding his "wealth". The Red Army has the ability to protect its comrades. Kalachev is not a shady underground worker. His heroic deeds should be said.
Just say, it's not a big deal, just say it and let us Americans see it.
By the way, you can also see how Jack's reaction is, and that's the key point.
"Oh, that's really surprising, General."
Jack's reaction was relatively dull, as if it was no big deal, at least on the surface it seemed that way. He also spoke in an official tone as always, saying things that didn't seem to reveal any flaws.
"I am very happy to hear that top talents from the United States are making outstanding contributions to the victory of the anti-Fascist War on the Eastern Front."
"The United States has the world's top medical technology and scientific level, which every American is proud of. But Miss Anya's English is indeed very good, and he has to admit that it was indeed beyond his expectation."
"A beautiful and intelligent lady can always leave the deepest impression on people. Your outstanding language talent is as consistent as your beautiful face."
Or could it be that when they got along this time, Malashenko always felt that Jack's "politician concentration" was a bit too high during that meeting because of the wrong words between the two of them in private?
It seemed as if the person standing in front of him was not a military attache general, but a liar who could tell the moon to move in reverse along the orbit of the earth and the moon.
"Looks like I need to have a private chat with that guy."
Thinking about whether it would be a waste of time to go so far east, Malashenko simply suggested "Let the ladies get to know each other first." When the men exchanged glasses with cigarettes in their mouths, they would rudely ignore the ladies.
That would benefit everyone.
It happened that Jack, who had borrowed Podon's donkey, also had this intention, so he told his wife that he would not be with her for the time being, and he and Malashenko went to another place with a wine glass in their laps.
"Are you used to German food? Some of the dishes are really good, in his opinion."
I picked up a fork and stuffed a piece of German-style roasted pork knuckle into my mouth. The roast was crispy and delicious. The pork knuckle was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
It is indeed one of the top enjoyments in the world, giving people an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Yes, the roasted pork knuckle and leg, but I focused on the German sausage.
Jack, who is not so particular, is like Malashenko. He raised his leg and picked up a fork, then forked a whole sausage, held it in his lap and nibbled off less than half of it, feeling the fullness in his mouth.
Feeling full, he nodded and spoke.
"Indeed, the Germans at least deserve recognition for cooking meat, just like their panzers."
"But that was before they boasted that they could knock down a dilapidated house and then bravely break into the Soviet Union without knowing whether to live or die."
He spat out the pig bones and threw them into the trash can beside the buffet table. Jack, who acknowledged Malashenko's statement, immediately replied.
"Yes, to be more precise, not before they met a "steel butcher" named Malashenko and felt a little "Slavic shock."
"Ha! It feels a bit like last year, don't you think?"
"Of course, he still remembers Madam Natalia's cooking skills. The dinner that day made him forget about it, and he hopes that Toji will be able to taste the Russian delicacies cooked by Madam Natalia herself."
Jack did not forget that before he returned home from school, he went to Malashenko's house with a bottle of red wine at night to have a meal.
Of course, I also remember what Malashenko said when he looked at Natalia’s figure - she was the only Lexington in his life.
"Want one? It's made in Cuba. I'm waiting for it."
"oh?"
Malashenko, who had never smoked that stuff in the past month, took the cigar handed to him by Jack and chose to accept it as a change of taste.
Pushing cups for cups, drinking good wine, with the fragrance of wine and food lingering on your lips and teeth, and then holding the cigarette in your mouth, it is not without reason that the topics between tough guys should be discussed at the wine table.
Leaning on the window sill away from the crowd, smoking from the mouth with Malashenko, feeling the gentle night breeze blowing in the ruined streets of Berlin, which is still dilapidated and deserted, it is cool and pleasant, and there are indeed some things that I want to say privately to Malashenko.
Jack, who was talking about Dong, chose to take the initiative to speak.
"You know what? The Lexington may be the original legend, but the U.S. Navy still has many, many other aircraft carriers, and they are also very good."
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Malashenko could tell that there was something wrong with Jack's words, but he didn't answer immediately, instead choosing to continue to be a listener and listen quietly to the east.
"Could it be his illusion, but Miss Anya may have mistaken me just like the Enterprise. The Enterprise is not the original legend, but she has always been with the U.S. Navy, working hard, working hard, never giving up, and playing every game. She has always been
She has never left the side of the U.S. Navy. Even though she will never get a title like the "Legend of Qu Chu", she has always been with her at the nearest position on the front line."
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Malashenko did not shut up. He lay on the window sill with a cigar in his mouth and looked at the dilapidated street scene in the night. It was not until a gust of night wind blew slowly that he quietly spoke.
"What about me? Where's my Enterprise? Where's my Lexington?"
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Malashenko had long seen the apparent incompatibility between Jack and his wife. Although the two of them stood together and smiled brighter than the other, they looked like a model couple worthy of a special report.
But the woman's frown and smile were too standardized, less like being kind and ruthless than being a waiter in a restaurant serving dishes to the guests.
It is precisely because he saw this that Malashenko, who had already become famous as a "powerful person" in his life when he was in college, was confident that he would not be mistaken about the matter, so he turned back.
Taking advantage of Jack's words, he asked.
And just look at the guy who was asked a question and couldn't hold back a response for a long time.
Malashenko was convinced that not only was he right, but he also probably uncovered the scars buried deep in the heart of his good brother.
Just by looking at Jack's melancholy and indifferent eyes, he knew that there must be something "big" in the words Jie Donglaiqiu said.