Episode 33 Canteen Storm

In the quiet corridor, everyone, both the Ming and the Germans, stretched out their heads and followed the prestige to see which guy was so bold.

The lieutenant colonel pulled her face and walked slowly past until she stopped in front of a German armored sergeant and stared at him.

The German sergeant stood straight and looked nervous. He looked to the left, often to the right, and finally had no choice but to face the female lieutenant colonel of the Ming Army in front of him.

"Sergeant, what's your name?"

The lieutenant colonel asked, staring at him. The translator next to it was translated into German immediately.

The German sergeant rolled twice in his throat and said dryly:

"Heinz von Offenberg."

"Who whistled just now?"

"Me."

"Why whistle?"

Heinz rolled his eyes nervously from side to side, coughed twice, and then said:

"Because you're beautiful, ma'am."

There was a burst of forced laughter in the corridor, a sound of "......poof", "snort", "sneer............", "snort", "snort". When the translator spoke again in Chinese, the same voice erupted from Ming Jun's throat again.

The lieutenant colonel couldn't help but smile slightly, but immediately put on a straight face and said coldly:

"Thank you. But, alas, it would have been nice if you had blown your whistle a minute earlier. ”

The German lad became more and more nervous, his face was a little pale, he did not dare to look at her, and said in a more dry voice:

"Ma'am...... I ......"

"How?"

"I ...... I'm not hearing very well," Heinz pointed to his ear, gesturing, nervously incoherent, "that's it...... Whenever a sound comes to my ears, I always have to ...... There is always a delay, about a minute, before it ...... to be perceived by my brain...... So, Mrs...... I didn't mean to ......"

The laughter in the hallway grew louder and louder, almost into open laughter.

The lieutenant colonel made a gesture with a straight face, and immediately two Ming military policemen came up and stood on either side of Heinz.

Heinz didn't say anything, drooped his head, was caught in the middle by the gendarmes, and was taken to confinement.

The interpreter next to him came up and whispered to her:

"I heard him make a bet with the guy next to him...... If he whistles and doesn't get confined, the other one will lose to him.10 Mingyang...... Look, the brown-haired kid next to him is also a sergeant. ”

The lieutenant colonel slowly paced in front of the sergeant next to her with her hands behind her back, raising her head to stare at him.

The guy who made the bet was still grinning, and suddenly found himself a target at this moment, and the smile on his face froze, and he was stuck there.

His face slowly turned white, but his eyes were only staring at the female commander of the Ming Army who was two heads shorter than him in front of him.

The other German lads in the corridor already understood what was going on, and they all held back the laughter that was about to erupt, and stuck their heads out "click", waiting to see a good show.

The lieutenant colonel looked at him and nervous him half to death, and finally nodded and said with a slight smile:

"Okay, your judgment is much more accurate than Heinz's."

Immediately afterwards, the lieutenant colonel turned around and said loudly to the German officers and soldiers in the corridor:

"Sergeant Offenberg had to spend the first night in a confinement room because of a one-minute delay in hearing. But everyone, you have no hearing problems, so you can enjoy your first night in Nanjing! Now we can follow our brothers to the cafeteria. You'll get to taste authentic Chinese food that isn't luxurious! Then you can take the shuttle bus to Nanjing city to play, gather at Zhongshan Gate at 11 o'clock in the evening, and take the shuttle bus back! ”

"Well, it's six o'clock," she said, looking at her watch, then clapping her palms twice, "Hurry up and eat!" ”

There was a "coaxing" in the corridor, and all the young Germans were itching, and they couldn't bear it, so they ran out. The hapless ghost named Heinz no one thought about him anymore.

……

In accordance with Xiang Xiaoqiang's "spirit," Li Gensheng has already told the chief of logistics staff that the officers and men of Ming and Germany are treated exactly the same. Originally, it was planned to let these more than 1,000 German officers eat in a special canteen and eat well, but now in order to embody this spirit of equality, 1,300 German officers are divided into four officers' canteens to eat and mix with the Ming army officers.

For this reason, several officers' canteens urgently pulled out several tons of pork from the cold storage and intensified the stewing of braised pork several times to ensure that "the German army can eat a pound of meat, and the Ming army can also eat a pound."

In the cafeteria, German and Chinese are mixed, noisy and bustling, and from time to time there is a laugh somewhere, or the sound of a plate being thrown on the ground "clanging", and the sound of coaxing.

At the side of the pillar of the cafeteria, the military police, wearing armbands and sticks and handcuffs around their waists, stood in a big position, staring at the noisy officers and soldiers of the two countries, ready to pounce on them at any time to knock down and arrest people.

Before the halfway point of the meal, there were already six fights in the four cafeterias. It all happened between the Ming army and the German army, but fortunately, every time they were pounced on by the gendarmes next to them, they were knocked down in time, and they did not develop into a group fight.

For this kind of fighting, the gendarmes are absolutely unambiguous, and they all press down on the spot, then take out the handcuffs and directly drag them away. Then regardless of the Ming army and the German army, all of them were confined.

As for the reason for the fight, there is no need to ask at all, and I don't understand it. There is no other reason, this kind of young people from the two countries suddenly mixed together, and there is a language barrier, different cultures, poor communication, and they are both at the age of blood and strength, so it is strange that they don't like each other, so it's no wonder that they don't fight.

The German officers were tall and strong, so the Germans always wanted to fight alone, and once a pair was fought, the surrounding German officers would gather there and cheer loudly. But the officers of the Ming army always suffered a lot, and they were usually beaten to the table after a few beatings. Then the Ming army next to him will rush up and catch the German maniac. At this time, the gendarmes rushed up. A little later is a group fight.

Because they are always handled in a timely manner, such skirmishes are only limited to the level of "individual fights and vents", and do not escalate into group hostility.

……

But most people are still not disturbed by a fight somewhere, and are still concentrating on eating. Especially today's food suddenly improved. The young men of the Ming and German armies mingled and passed by the windows in a line, their eyes fixed on the cauldron behind the glass.

A large piece of rice, two large spoons of stir-fried vegetables, if it is an officer of the Ming Army, the master will ask, "Eat fish and eat meat?" If you talk about eating fish, it's a whole grilled fish on top of rice. But for the German ** official, the master didn't even ask, just a large piece of braised pork weighing half a catty was fished out of the pot and thrown into the dinner plate, and the dinner plate was pressed.

Although they are all big pot dishes, the food that looks very rough to the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, it is already supreme delicious in the eyes of those German ** officers. These amazing stir-fries, as well as "pork stewed with various oriental spices and soy sauce", are simply not available in the best restaurants in Berlin.

"Those fools," a German lieutenant said vaguely, glancing at the pile of people fighting in the distance, tilting his head to dodge the flying chopsticks, munching braised pork in his mouth, "there is such a good thing to eat, and there is still a fight......

"Yike...... Yikes......"

Several German lieutenants around him were also munching on braised pork and nodding in agreement.

……

At a table in the corner, several high-ranking German officers gathered together, chatting and eating. Most of these men were school officers, and one of them was a general.

This general was none other than Major General Guderian.

Guderian was in a bad mood. He had just been reused by Hitler in Germany, and as soon as he became the director of the armored forces, he was inexplicably sent to the other side of the world.

Panzer was his passion, and Germany was just beginning to rebuild its army, and with a weak, but already formed armoured force, it was time for him to let go of his hands and feet and prepare for a big fight. However, all this is because the Führer "exiled" himself in order to get those three old warships!

Not only himself, but also his 300 excellent subordinates and 1,000 excellent pilots who were "exiled" with him. In his opinion, these talents are the hope of the future construction of the German ** team, and they are the backbone of the future mechanized war, and they are now so evacuated by the short-sighted Führer.

Guderian admired the guy who made these demands to the Führer, the young man of the Ming Empire. In his opinion, all the young people wanted were good things, and they all had to be on ideas.

Just when his own tank phalanx rumbled in front of the Führer during the exercise the year before last, the Führer excitedly patted him on the shoulder and said: This is what I want!

But now it seems that all this is clearly not as attractive as three large warships.

The only thing that made Guderian a little relieved was that the Führer had finally told him that their departure would still get Germany a set of blueprints for advanced tanks. In this way, the Führer did not forget about the construction of armored forces.

Guderian is 48 years old, and according to the treaty, he is to "volunteer" on the other side of the world with the German ** official corps for at least seven years. These seven years were a time of rapid development and re-expansion of the Wehrmacht. And in these seven years, he has to stay away from the moral world. In other words, his golden years as a general will be bound to this Asian land, and his future in the Wehrmacht will be completely destroyed.

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Guderian's expression was gloomy, and he listened to a few of his subordinates at the table laughing cautiously, while numbly spooning the stir-fry on the plate into his mouth. Every now and then, he glanced at the heckling and shoving that was taking place in the distance.

This place, it sucks!

But, slowly, he sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. The cafeteria gradually fell silent. The loud noise just now is gone, replaced by a "buzzing" whisper.

Several of his subordinates at the same table also stopped talking, raised their heads, chewed slowly, and looked behind them. All the officers around him looked towards him.

Guderian turned his head and saw a young Ming army officer standing there, holding a plate of food and looking at him with a grin.

It's just that although this officer of the Ming army is young, he has a good military rank -- he is a lieutenant general.

Guderian knew who the young man who was smiling and staring at him was.