The Soviet-style kitchen is very different from the Chinese kitchen. The pots and pans are all different, which makes Malashenko feel very strange. But even so, Malashenko still uses all the materials he can find at hand.
I made a meal of dumplings, but Malashenko was not sure how the dumplings would turn out using the dough used to bake bread.
He originally expected to have a dinner for two with Natalia to have a heart-to-heart talk, but the sudden arrival of Major Malokov disrupted all Malashenko's plans.
The dumplings originally prepared for three people were all eaten up by this hungry man with a big belly. His eyebrows were almost twisted into knots. Malashenko really wanted to kick this bastard out.
"Hmm... I'm so full, Comrade Malashenko, where is this food? I've never eaten such delicious food, I can swear."
"...."
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he took a slow breath. Malashenko, who was already hungry, now felt as if he was full.
"Let's have a drink and talk about other things, Comrade Malokov."
Malashenko smoothly took the two small glasses that Natalia brought from behind him, unscrewed the cap of a bottle of vodka and filled both glasses, then raised his hand and handed one of the glasses to Maloko.
on the table in front of Major Husband.
"How is the situation in Moscow recently? Is it still stable?"
After hearing Malashenko's words, Major Malokov raised his glass and drank it in one gulp without comment. If Soviet soldiers didn't know how to drink vodka, it could almost be understood as a lack of faith or even character.
If you don't meet the standard, you can't even drink vodka and still act like a chicken of the Soviet Red Army.
A stream of clear water fell into my stomach and I immediately felt a lot of heat in my throat. When drinking alone, I usually blow directly at the mouth of the bottle. It has been almost half a year since Major Malokov sat with someone to drink.
Today I finally opened up the conversation.
"We just captured a few German spies yesterday. They bribed a few scum with abnormal brains and asked them to explore Moscow's city defense deployment and try to find the coordinates of high-value buildings to guide the German planes in the sky to bombing targets. Rewards
It was the Germans who promised to give them some of the best farmland outside the city after they captured Moscow. Ha, I almost died laughing when I heard that."
He grabbed the bottle and filled it up for Malashenko, who had half a glass remaining. Then he poured a full glass into his own glass, which had completely bottomed out. He had been sabotaging and sabotaging German spies since the beginning of martial law in Moscow.
Major Malokov, who was surrounded by elements, seemed a little tired.
"There is no shortage of warriors with firm beliefs in this world, and of course there is also no shortage of traitors and lackeys with weak wills. After catching a few alive, beating them all night, and pouring two buckets of cold water on them, I will be ready for anything. The given
The reason is that the Germans have already reached Moscow and will soon destroy the Soviet Union. Do these idiots have shit in their heads? Haha."
Major Malokov's sarcastic words with firm eyes had a different flavor to Malashenko's ears.
It is understandable that the indigenous people living in this era can have such thoughts. After all, there are very few countries that can survive after being besieged by overwhelming enemy forces and the capital is besieged. The five thousand years of Chinese history have proven it countless times.
This truth at least applies to most situations. Moscow's desperate comeback in 1941 can be said to be a miracle.
After gently shaking the crystal clear spirit in the glass, Malashenko's expression did not look too surprised when he heard the sound of Natalia cleaning the kitchen behind him.
"I thought the traitors might not show up. After all, this is Moscow."
"Humph, it won't happen? You overestimate the will and belief of some people, Comrade Malashenko, not everyone is like you and can bear the name of a hero under the guns of the Germans."
He raised his head again and drank down the strong drink in the glass. Major Malokov, who didn't want to talk about these troubles at work, immediately changed the topic and directly cut the topic of the conversation to Malashenko.
side.
"Speaking of which, Comrade Malashenko, how is your situation on the front line? Are the Germans really as stubborn as the rumors say?"
Malashenko, who had just returned to Moscow for a few hours, had no idea what Major Malokov was rumored to be talking about, but based on the reports in Pravda, he could roughly guess what the propaganda content said.
Rashenko then sighed.
"It's not so much the tenacious resistance of the Germans as it is that we have just escaped from being chased and beaten by them. Do you know, Comrade Malokov, just a little bit, we almost lost the city of Tula
Got it!"
"Tula?"
Since the outbreak of the war, he has been working on the front line at two o'clock every day and has hardly left Moscow. Major Malokov, who has never been to the front line in person, was shocked by Malashenko's answer.
"How is this possible? The city of Tula is the southern gate of Moscow and the most important military weapons production base. The city itself is a self-sufficient fortress city. I visited Tula several times last year. Where is it?
The fortifications are in much better condition than in Moscow! How could the Germans almost capture anything!?"
Major Malokov, who was centered on self-awareness and jumped to conclusions, did not expect how wrong his words were. Malashenko, who felt that he needed to correct Major Malokov's wrong ideas, was about to...
After drinking the whole glass of vodka, he spoke quietly with the sound of the empty glass falling to the table.
"It is precisely because Tula's defense situation is much better than that of Moscow that the Germans' most elite Second Armored Group has not been able to gnaw it down for so long."
"Guderian mobilized all the elites under his command, including the SS Imperial Division, the Wehrmacht Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment, and a miscellaneous pile of well-equipped auxiliary troops to swarm towards Tula."
"The garrison of Tula used those old bunkers and fortifications to firmly block the Germans in the area outside the city. The Germans even reached the edge of Tula city for a time, but they were driven out again in just a few hours.
In the last few days of the war, the garrison in Tula was almost losing its combat effectiveness. It was the self-organized youth and workers in the city who took up arms to resist the Germans. On the production line of the weapons factory in the city, it was the women
Even children are working overtime and overnight to produce guns and ammunition."