Makoto Asano listened to the song with a grim face. "After the October Revolution, a large number of Russians came to the Northeast. Many of them had no food or clothing, and some of them lived on the streets and became beggars. Many noble ladies with fine clothes and fine food became prostitutes. ”

Makoto Asano gritted his teeth with hatred when he thought of this, "It was we who saved them." Spend a lot of money to fund them. They hated the Bolsheviks, and we hated the Bolsheviks just as much. We treat them as like-minded friends. ”

"We organized three White Russian troops, the Hailar troops, the Binjiang troops, and the Hengdaohezi troops. It is hoped that when attacking the Soviet Union, these three forces can act as a vanguard like sharp knives. But what do they do all day? Drinking, dancing, singing, doing nothing all day long. I'm still singing songs like this. Ungrateful! Makoto Asano roared under his breath.

Konishi stood aside and listened quietly, without saying a word. He's a good executor, but he's not a good thinker.

It took a while for Makoto Asano to recover. "Let's go, let's go and see the performance of our most sincere Russian friends." There was a slight tiredness in Makoto Asano's voice.

waited until the end of the song before Xiaobao and Chen Mingyi stepped into the cafeteria.

"Look, there's a new Manchurian little potato today." A very contrived shout came, and the room burst into laughter.

This was shouted in Russian, and Xiaobao did not understand.

Xiaobao looked up at the shout, just in time for a pair of playful eyes.

The man stood in the middle of the cafeteria. He wears a Japanese military uniform and leather boots. Depending on the situation, the person who sang just now should also be him.

"His name is Andrei, and he's an alcoholic." Chen Mingyi patted Xiaobao's shoulder and whispered.

Xiaobao silently found a chair and sat down.

"The Manchurian little potato didn't look very happy, and he got angry. But what can I do? Go to the girl for comfort, but will the girl say that you are too small, little potato? This pun made the room laugh.

Although he couldn't understand what was being said, Xiaobao still knew that it was aimed at him.

Xiaobao raised his head and looked at the shouting donkey, his face calm.

At this moment, Makoto Asano and Hikaru Konishi walked into the cafeteria, and the laughter in the cafeteria stopped abruptly.

Makoto Asano smiled and glanced at the crowd, then sat down in the middle of the north side.

Two middle-aged Russian women brought in several large barrels and a stack of iron plates in turn.

Starting with Makoto Asano, everyone got up and came to the two Russian women with their plates.

Two Russian women use large spoons to pour rice and beef stew from buckets into each person's plate in turn.

As everyone sat down to eat, a young and handsome Russian girl walked in with a large iron basin. Starting with Makoto Asano, two potatoes were placed on everyone's plate.

Xiaobao looked closely and found that the potatoes were sprinkled with a layer of fine salt.

After the Russian girl entered the house, the eyes of almost all the Russian soldiers were glued to her. And when the girl passed by the Russian soldiers to distribute potatoes, her big blue eyes that could talk were also very emotional.

Xiaobao noticed that when she passed by the Japanese soldiers, her expression was much colder.

This is the first time Xiaobao has eaten with a plate, and it is also the first time to eat with a spoon. It felt fresh.

Xiaobao asked Chen Mingyi beside him in a low voice: "Didn't you say that there are four or five hundred people, why are there so many people coming to eat?" ”

"Most of the Russian soldiers are on duty on the railway line, and some are in the wooded areas. There are only these people here. Chen Mingyi replied.

When Makoto Asano finished eating and was about to leave, Andrei pulled a young Russian man who could speak Japanese to Makoto Asano.

The Russian youth said to Makoto Asano in Japanese: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, today is the carnival day of our traditional Russian festival of Thanksgiving. Can we celebrate here by singing and dancing? ”

Makoto Asano nodded, "This is the custom of your people, and we respect it." ”

As if by magic, a young Russian took out an accordion. As the Russian music sounded, the floor of the entire cafeteria shook.

Xiaobao looked at Chen Mingyi in surprise, "This is Russian tap dance" Chen Mingyi explained to Xiaobao.

One after another, Russian youths rushed to the center of the cafeteria from the edge of the field, and then their bodies spun in the air at high speed. It's like a competition to see who can jump high and spin fast.

It was Andre's turn to appear, and he saw him running a few steps quickly, and his body spinning at high speed landed in front of the table in Xiaobao's seat.

As soon as he landed, Andre's still spinning body suddenly fell on his back. Like a cement telephone pole crashing to the ground.

The room fell silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Andrey, your plane crashed!"

"Andrei fell from the sky like dung!"

Only Xiaobao stepped forward quickly and slowly picked up Andre, who had fallen into a mess.

Andrei's mind was in a state of confusion, and he stood there blankly looking around.

Suddenly there was a loud burst of laughter, and many Russian youths slapped the table, stomped on the floor, pointed at Andrei with their fingers and laughed, tears coming out of their eyes.

Two Russian aunts clasped their hands in front of their chests, laughing like singing geese.

Makoto Asano also covered his mouth with his hand and snickered, and the unhappiness in his heart was swept away.

Andrei was full of suspicions, "What's wrong?" What are you laughing at? He asked loudly.

Seeing his dumbfounded appearance, everyone laughed loudly. Finally, a Russian young man couldn't help it, and while wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, he said: "Andrey, yours, your pants are off." ”

Andrei looked down and saw that a section of the belt had fallen to the ground, apparently broken. Loose cotton pants are pulled down to the knees.

Andre reached for his pants, and only when his legs moved did he feel a heart-piercing pain in the bare part of his feet. He sat on the ground again.

Xiaobao stood up again and walked over, carefully picking up Andre and helping him lift his pants.

"Thank you," Andrei muttered in a low voice in Russian.

Most of the people present saw the scene where Andre laughed at Xiaobao before eating. Now that he saw Xiaobao going to help Andre, the laughter in the cafeteria gradually subsided.

Two young Russians approached and picked up Andrei and walked towards the dormitory.

This is the end of the Russian Meat Appreciation Carnival. Everyone parted happily.

Xiaobao and Chen Mingyi went back to the dormitory together.

Chen Mingyi sighed and said, "Poor Andre didn't fall lightly this time. ”

Xiaobao nodded, "As the old saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones." But Andrei is young, and it won't take that long to get better. ”

Looking at Xiaobao's innocent face, Chen Mingyi nodded.

Looking at the distant figures of Xiaobao and Chen Mingyi, Xiao Xiguang said, "I'm sure he did it." Although I don't know how he did it. ”

"I'm getting more and more fond of this little guy," Makoto Asano smiled.