"Comrade Valery, come and make a toast to our friendship. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Seeing this scene, the interpreter felt like she was going to cry.

When the plane swayed into the sky, his heart finally put in his stomach. But Commander Qin actually took out another bottle of vodka from the wooden box on the ground, and then the two guys began to drink there.

"Qin, come on, fly the plane for me, hold this handle, and we can fly directly to Moscow."

Valery took a sip of his wine, then said with a smile.

Qin Lang looked at the plane, and then said in a disdainful tone:

"No, no, no, Comrade Valery, I just found a sign that says from the collection of the Moscow Historical Museum, where did you fly this plane?"

Valery burst out laughing.

"Clever Qin, in order to celebrate your capture of the thief, there is a reason to have another drink."

There is no need for a translator at all, this Commander Qin can speak Russian himself, and I don't know where he learned it, but it is still the tone of Moscow.

"Commander Qin, Andre, don't you drink anymore, I'm afraid the plane will fall."

The translator said with tears in his voice.

"Valery, I think he's right, or let's fly a little lower, so it won't hurt if we fall."

"Makes sense, let's fly a little lower, hahaha!"

The pilot's name was Valery Chikalov, and he was also a hero in Soviet Russia. When he was sent to carry out this mission, he was also holding his breath in his heart, but now he has long been thrown out of the clouds. After pouring a mouthful of vodka into his mouth, he pushed the joystick, and the plane immediately flew forward grazing the treetops.

Looking at the rapidly retreating trees, the translator snatched the bottle from Valery's hand. After pouring a few mouthfuls into his mouth, the whole person was drunk.

"Hahaha, he's drunk, not a man!"

Valery snatched the bottle and carefully placed it beside him.

Qin Lang looked at the various instruments on the plane, they were all old things that had been used for many years, and they would shake back and forth whenever there was a bump, and he didn't know if it was accurate.

"Qin, sit tight, there is an airport in front, I have to feed this old man a few sips of good wine."

"Hmm!"

The plane slowed down and soon stopped in the middle of the airport, but no one appeared.

Looking at everything quiet around him, Qin Lang said:

"Valery, you're drunk, it's definitely an abandoned airfield."

Valery burst out laughing.

"Qin, you don't know the habits of the Russians, the first thing to knock on the door when you are a guest!"

With that, he pulled out his pistol and opened fire on the building in the distance.

"Bang Bang!"

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a large number of people rushed out, either holding Mosin Nagant or DP light machine guns, looking like they were preparing to dismantle the people.

"Bastard...... Comrade Valery Chikalov, welcome to the airport."

The commander of the airport was a bald man, because he came in a hurry and did not even wear a military uniform. Looking at his appearance, Valery exclaimed:

"Fill up the plane with fuel, I'm going to go straight to Moscow. You prepare some pickled cucumbers for me, or let Comrade Iron shoot you!" ”

The airfield commander hurriedly replied.

"Yes, Comrade Valery, I will prepare pickled cucumbers and cheese for you at once. I just got caviar today, so I'll bring it to you now. ”

A dining table had been set up next to the plane, and countless dishes were quickly placed on it. However, when Qin Lang put a box of vodka on the table, the eyes of all the Russian bears were on fire.

"Ah, the golden ratio vodka, I haven't seen it in years."

Qin Lang greeted loudly:

"Come to smoke and drink no matter what, come and have a drink."

The main officials of the airport immediately sat down at the table, and a toast came out, followed by the sound of "coo-dong" one after another. The plane had long since been refueled, but Valery had forgotten about flying, and was now dancing merrily to the accordion.

Even Qin Lang was dragged out, and the object was a Russian aunt who was as strong as a mountain. Only the commander of the airport snickered, pouring the wine on the table one by one, and as for the other people's glasses, he had long since replaced them with inferior things in the locality.

The interpreter woke up and turned around, and saw that everything in front of him had his eyes straightened. He struggled to the table and grabbed a pickled cucumber, now his stomach was on fire, and this thing was the only thing that could ease it.

As soon as it was fed to his mouth, the cucumber was flown away, and then the whole person was dragged back to the plane by Valery.

"Let's go, let's go, don't eat."

The interpreter only felt a churning in his stomach, and after taking a few deep breaths, he said bitterly:

"Comrade Andrei ......."

"Don't call me by my code name, my name is Valery Chikalov. Qin, we're leaving. ”

Hearing Valery's shout, Qin Lang finally broke free from his aunt's embrace, he went to the table and picked up a large box of caviar, feeling that it was not enjoyable and packed a basket of pickled cucumbers. Looking into the pitiful eyes of the airport commander, two bottles of vodka were placed to comfort his broken mood.

"Whew!"

The plane had taken off again, and it was already dusk. The field in front of him had turned black, and there was not a single light on the endless grassland. Looking into his eyes, Valery smiled and said:

"Qin, I didn't expect you to be a sentimental young man."

Qin Lang just shook his head.

"Comrade Valery, your Soviet Union is already a strong country, and my China is still broken mountains and rivers, which makes me feel very sad, I hope that the people of China can be like you, can drink heartily, sing loudly, and dance heroically!"

Valery laughed.

"Qin, you are a good man, you can do it. But I think I should have another drink, even if it is to wish your Huaxia peace in advance. ”

Qin Lang also laughed and said:

"A toast to peace. Valery, I'll need pilots, and hopefully you'll train them when the time comes. ”

Valery filled his glass again.

"I'll help you train the lad for another drink. You've got to get me enough lubricant, and pickled cucumbers, and good canned food to eat anywhere, and I'll do all of that. ”

Qin Lang raised the wine bottle in his hand.

"Let's have a toast for future cooperation."

"Knock knock."

The interpreter looked at the two people rolling up and down the Adam's apple and felt that he was dying. There was nothing to see in the cabin except for the dashboard, which was lit up. It was even darker outside, as if they were not flying in the sky at this time, but diving in the deep sea.

He swallowed, then picked up a bottle of wine on the floor, the pungent smell of wine making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Bang!"

Hitting his head hard, the translator felt relieved.

"Everything in front of you is a nightmare, and it's better not to wake up."

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