"Which restaurant are you going to have a treat at?" Strassel asked.

"At the house where the dish is well made, I have a full meal, and I have a variety of ...... You'll love it, huh. ”

Strassel smiled: "That's great. ”

"Our life is difficult," the Russian said, "but we can still exist." ”

"Pull it down," Strassel said to himself, "if you knew what Chinese had, you wouldn't have said that......"

"If you wish, you can go to a French restaurant, and you probably go there a lot, as Dr. Braun and General Miller often go......"

"yes, I've had coffee there a few times."

"Actually, as long as I don't eat Chinese food, I'm happy."

"Really? The defeat has deprived the Russians of their mediocre patriotism, so let's go to the Jews, they will give clean hens. How do you feel about this? ”

"I think the western suckling cabbage is better, and I like to roast suckling pig." The Russians laughed.

They turned into a secluded alley and came to a Spanish restaurant.

"The offensive of the Chinese is fierce, and the heroic Soviet people, although they fought hard, the situation has become very unfavorable." After the Russians sat down, they said, "We would like to know when the German [***] team will set out to help us." ”

"The German [***] team is preparing." Strassel said, "You know, after the end of the British campaign, the German [***] team needs to rest, and now General Rommel's Afrika Korps is also under great pressure, we have sent 100,000 men to Russia, and now it is difficult to draw more troops, of course, we can rely on the help of the allies......"

Hearing this, the Russians grinned ugly.

"What's wrong with you? Uncomfortable? Strassel asked.

"I feel it when the weather changes, and my bones hurt." The Russian replied, "This is a wound from before, left by the Chinese." ”

"Maybe it's a reaction of salt? Why do you associate a sore bone with an injury? ”

"Because I've been lying on my feet for 8 months. But I used to play tennis, three times a week. The tragedy of life reflects such a strong blow on the bone road. In short, that's how I feel. It is not so difficult for the muscles to recover, but it will take at least a year to recover the bones and re-refine all the joints. ”

"You were so careless. Why go to the front line to inspect it yourself? ”

"Comrade Stalin's orders, I must carry them out."

Both laughed, and the Russian said: "You not only speak Russian well, but also think like us." You're not going to do anything against us, are you? ”

"Against you? Oh my God, why do you think that, we're allies. ”

"I heard that the Chinese are trying to negotiate with the German political axe through the Swiss political axe?"

"Politics is like doing business, and prestige is not trivial. When you are in contact with the Chinese, I am also thinking about your prestige. History will not forgive contemptible allies. ”

"Mr. Prime Minister, do you think that history will forgive us if we let the whole of Europe belong to the Chinese?"

Strassel smiled slightly: "Don't ask theoretical questions, it's not time yet." ”

The dishes were served one after another, and the two of them began to chat while eating.

"The strength of the Chinese is failing, and they will not be able to sustain such an offensive for long." The Russians said, "If there is more help from Germany, the Chinese will be defeated very quickly." This is also very good for Germany. ”

"That's right." Strassel nodded and swallowed the meat in his mouth, "Your Majesty agreed to send 20 divisions to Russia, as well as more 'Leopard' and 'Rat' tanks. ”

"20 divisions, it seems that there are still a few of them." The Russian said, "You know, there are too many Chinese. They have 50 million immigrants in Siberia alone, and these people can be used in warfare. ”

"There are already many Chinese, and China is the most populous country in the world, which we have no law to compare." Strassel said, "We have given you the last of our mobile forces. ”

"Why don't you consider striking China with the 'ultimate weapon'?" The Russian asked, "The Chinese are all garbage, endangering the whole world like locusts, and there is no need for mercy for locusts." Because if we don't destroy them, they will eat us. ”

Listening to the Russian's words, Strassel put down the knife and fork in his hand, and he stared at the Russian tightly, as if he wanted to see through the Russian.

"Don't worry, we'll keep it a secret." The Russian casually said, "We know that you have made a major breakthrough in your research, and this is really good news for us." ”

"Now it's just that the explosion test has been successful, and there is still a long way to go before the concrete weapon is actually combated." Strassel calmly replied, "Projection tools are troublesome. ”

"Yes! The rockets you gave us flew too close to hit the Chinese mainland. The Russian nodded, "Isn't it possible to use strategic bombers, though?" ”

"It is easy for the plane to be intercepted and shot down during the flight, and it is not guaranteed how the pilot will be able to get out of danger after the bomb is dropped." Strassel said.

"You lack people like us, haha." The Russian laughed, "You know, the Soviet Union has never lacked such heroes. ”

"I know." "Maybe when the time comes, we'll consider using the best pilots of the Soviet Union for such a combat mission." ”

"That's great." The Russian looked delighted, and he raised his glass, "We're going to win, aren't we?" ”

Strassel nodded.

"Cheers to victory!" The Russian proposed.

"Cheers to victory." Strassel clinked glasses with him lightly and said in a small voice.

After returning to his official residence from the restaurant after dinner, a confidential secretary delivered a war report.

"Moscow is surrounded, Your Excellency Prime Minister." "The Soviet political axe has moved to Leningrad, and Stalin has made another speech calling on the people to rise up and fight," the secretary said. ”

"Oh." Strassel seemed to have expected this outcome, but nodded slightly.

"This one is about the book." The secretary said, "The U.S. [***] team recaptured Los Angeles today, and the Army has withdrawn from the U.S. mainland and is returning to the U.S. mainland. ”

"Oh." Strassel's heart chuckled, but his face remained unmoved.

The secretary gave a brief report on the rest of the situation, laid out the papers on his desk, and left.

Strassel sat down in his chair, and instead of immediately looking at the papers, he opened a drawer and took out a letter inside.

Looking at the winged fangs and claws of the Chinese monster dragon postmark printed on the envelope, Strassel let out a long sigh and buried his face in his hands.

"Let's not destroy together......" he said to himself, "the world is big enough for us to ......."

Moscow battlefield, zone controlled by the [***] team.

Xu Yanglin stood high on a protruding rock in front of the command tent, raised his binoculars with both hands, and searched the rapid highway under the northern mountain. Xu Yanglin is around thirty years old, only 1.7 meters tall, and every part of his limbs is slender, but they are so compact and harmonious with each other, people not only do not think that he is thin, but will think that he is handsome and capable. His face is still baby-shaped, round and chubby, surrounded by a circle of soft contours, and his facial features are small but distinct from each other, strictly in accordance with the best proportions, as if all of them have been carefully polished by skilled craftsmen. The expression on Xu Yanglin's face is often bright and enthusiastic, with a little humor and playfulness, and the two women-like wine in his cheeks are like two lakes full of happiness, ready to spread out at the right moment. His eyes were full of aura, and it seemed that as soon as he rolled his eyes, a new idea would flash out. And once he speaks to you, he quickly gives you the impression of how easy it is to speak! People who don't have a lot of experience listen to Xu Yanglin's speech, and if they are not careful, they will think that he undoubtedly has a talent for eloquence; Knowledgeable people who listen to Xu Yanglin will immediately think that the reason why this person wants to dance at you is not really trying to make you believe these words, but just to win your favor and make you understand that as an army officer, he is excellent and well-informed, so you can unconsciously forget the fact that he is slender. Xu Yanglin is still active, even if he stands there quietly, his posture and expression give people a feeling that he is about to start or jump. It is a pleasure to get along with Xu Yanglin, even the most demanding person, listening to him, smiling happily, and handling the official duties of the regimental chief of staff quickly, will unconsciously come to a conclusion: Although this person has some weaknesses, he is still an enthusiastic, intelligent, clever, full of life vitality, and can definitely do his job well.

Now, he found something at the bottom of the mountain, put down the binoculars, turned back to the herald Liu Xiaoqiang behind him and said, "Xiaoqiang, go to the regiment commander, and say that the army commander is here." ”

Liu Xiaoqiang moved, stood up again, his mouth pursed, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face. Judging from the body type, this twenty-year-old guard happens to form a strong contrast with Xu Yanglin. If Xu Yanglin can be seen as a delicate, meticulously carved work by the artist, Liu Xiaoqiang is a rough and bulky work by a sculptor who admires primitive art, lacking patience in engraving. Xiaoqiang's body, arms and legs, as well as his face and facial features are surprisingly large, and the big and big are not harmonious and conflicting with each other, giving people a thick, strong and powerful impression as a whole. Liu Xiaoqiang did not work as a guard for the division commander at the division headquarters, he was transferred from the company before the war, because he shot accurately, his body was strong, and he could carry the wounded commander on the battlefield. Seeing that he didn't immediately carry out his orders, Xu Yanglin said with some dissatisfaction: "Xiaoqiang, what's wrong with you?" Go, go, go! ”

"Commander...... Who knows where he ran to? …… He wouldn't let me follow! After holding it for a long time, Liu Xiaoqiang muttered a sentence, and at the same time glanced at the vast forest behind the command tent in embarrassment.

Xu Yanglin also subconsciously looked at the vast forest. The red and yellow sunlight and the milky white morning mist were still crowded in the forest, swirling, churning, and converging into a chaotic and confused patch. A crisp birdsong resounded in the depths of the sun and mist. Ping said that he had the most ideas, but he had no idea today, so he had to start a fire on Liu Xiaoqiang: "If you ask you to find it, you will find it!" …… Go quickly, I can't find the head of the regiment, I will withdraw you! ”

Liu Xiaoqiang glared at him angrily, thinking that I am a soldier, why are you withdrawing me? I'm still a soldier after I leave! I didn't even want to come to the regiment headquarters to wait for you! But he turned around and ran into the woods behind the command tent.

Xu Yanglin turned his head and continued to look down the mountain with a telescope. With each minute that passed, the nervous look on his face increased.

Two off-road jeeps covered with camouflage nets drove for more than ten minutes on the highway at the foot of the mountain, turning three corners, and then being engulfed by a large cloud of dense fog slowly rising from the valley floor. When they reappeared in the telescope, they were only a hundred meters away from the forward command post of the 6th Infantry Division, halfway up the anticline of the mountain range.

Xu Yanglin turned his head and glanced at the forest behind the command tent again, and a look of despair flashed between his eyebrows, and then disappeared. By now, he had not panicked, and a pleasant thought of "now it's time to see how I perform" flashed through his mind, and he jumped down from the rock, straightened his hat and belt, and hurried to the open field in the center of the camp to meet the approaching Jixi car.

On the south side of the camp is a steep cliff with a slope the size of a basketball court below. On both sides of the slope were four or five tents from the forward command post of the 6th Division. Two Jibei cars drove into the middle of the tent one after the other and stopped.

From the first car stepped out of the military commander Hu Lian. Division Commander Zhao Zhen stepped out of the second car. Then they walked out of the two cars from the deputy chief of the operations department of the army headquarters, an operational staff officer of the division, the army commander, and the four tall guards with loaded guns and ammunition of the division commander.

The commander Hu Lian's car had not yet driven into the camp, and he was the central figure here; When he got out of the car, everything in the camp—the people, the voices, the footsteps, the eyes—was all his presence, and the atmosphere changed with the change in his expression and gaze. Hu Lian's figure was originally tall, but now he looks a little shrunken, and a No. 3 military uniform looks empty and kind when he wears it. He wears a floppy military hat, and his eyelids are flabby and wrinkled, and they hang low, but when he looks at you, you realize that the gaze is still sharp and unfathomable. Hu Lian was holding a slender rattan stick in his hand, and after getting out of the car, he first looked at the camp of the field command post, and at this time, the people standing on the edge of the clearing were surprised to notice that there was a deep sorrow hidden between the army commander's eyebrows. More than one person immediately thought: the pressure on the army commander caused by the imminent war was so great that he could not have imagined.

The division commander Zhao Zhen, who was standing next to Hu Lian, was a tall and strong fat man, in his fifties, bald, his cheeks bulged outward like a blow, ruddy like fire, his expression was majestic, his eyes were sharp, but his excessively shy stomach gave him some bloated and old state. The division commander seemed to be dissatisfied with something before he got off the bus, and just after getting off the bus, he just scanned the camp with the army commander with an expert and condescending gaze, and the unhappiness hidden between his eyebrows became more and more obvious.

Unlike the army commander and division commander, He Chaozong, deputy director of the military operations department, is a person who can be a specimen of a beautiful man: he is 1.8 meters tall, moderately fat and thin, tall and well-proportioned, and has a handsome and well-maintained face; Even on the battlefield that has always been wet and rainy, the military uniform on his body is brand new and spotless, the upper of the brown and yellow cowhide shoes under his feet is shiny, the soles seem to have just been stained with a little wet soil after getting out of the car, and the hands holding a briefcase in front of the lower abdomen are still wearing white gloves. At this time, he stood straight behind the army commander and division commander, his expression was quiet, serene, and detached.

As soon as the group got out of the car and stood firm, Xu Yanglin settled down, ran quickly towards Hu Lian, stood with his feet "snapped", raised his hands in salute, and shouted loudly: "Report to the army commander, Xu Yanglin, chief of staff of the Third Regiment of the Sixth Mechanized Infantry Division, reports to you: Our regiment is currently making pre-war preparations. Please Commander, instruct! ”

"Hmm." Hu Lian snorted in his nostrils and raised his eyelids to look at him.

He clearly couldn't recognize who was standing in front of him.

The division commander knew Xu Yanglin, but he cared about another person. The division commander looked into the camp for the second time, raised his heavy eyebrows in surprise, and asked loudly, "What about your regiment commander?" ”

If Xu Yanglin would be flustered in this situation, he would not be Xu Yanglin.

He "snapped" his feet again, turned half to the left, turned to the division commander, did not blink his eyes, and still replied loudly in a confident voice: "Report to the division commander: Commander Jiang is going to deal with some official business, and he will be back immediately!" ”

The division commander stared at him sternly. Obviously, he was neither satisfied nor convinced by Xu Yanglin's answer.

"What official business is he going to do? …… There will be a war tomorrow, who gave him permission to leave the command position casually?! The teacher said in a loud voice, and the original dissatisfaction in his heart turned into a clear anger, which was expressed in his voice.

The chief of staff of the 3rd regiment did not hesitate for a minute, his face did not change, and immediately answered the question of the division commander: "Report to the commander, the regiment commander does not know that the commander is coming to inspect. He's just leaving for a while, and he'll be back shortly after that's business! —as soon as the idea struck, he changed the subject—"Ask the chiefs to come into the tent and rest!" That little bit of surprise and anger remained on the face of the division commander as it was. He was about to walk towards the command tent of Xu Yanglin's fingers, and had already taken a step forward, but at this moment, he realized that the army commander did not listen to the arrangement of the chief of staff of the 3rd regiment - the army commander didn't seem to hear his conversation with Xu Yanglin at all, Hu Lian put the rattan crutch in front of his lower abdomen with both hands, and made a posture of waiting like this, while squinting his eyes and indifferently looking at the towering mountains and peaks under the blue sky in the north. An embarrassment of not being able to find a place suddenly came to the master's heart, and he stood up again, and his face became even more ugly.

(To be continued)