The two laughed for a while, and Hindenburg gradually reined in, and became serious, and said:

"General, do you know the recent situation in Russia?"

"No one knows Russia better than I do!"

Kuster put his hands in the posture of knowing the king, and said very arrogantly, which disturbed the hard-won stable atmosphere again, causing Hindenburg to roll his eyes again and again:

"Alright, I'll ask... What decisions did the tsar make lately? ”

"Oh? Can the Tsar still stay in the Kremlin? ”

"Uhhhh

"So, what do you think about the return of the spiritual leader of the Red Party to Russia?"

"Well, that's a problem, let's think about it a little deeper."

Kuster stood up, one hand on his chest, the other floating in the air pointing at Hindenburg, his legs pressed together on the ground, and assumed a solemn posture.

"Think about it, who is in power in Russia now? The wealth held by that group of people is very huge, even if they come from the wrong way, but trying to crush the Red Party is like pinching ants, and their spit is the vast sea of the Red Party.

In principle, in the face of the rebellious Red Party, which has no aristocratic spirit and no aristocratic principles to speak of, this group of people must adopt some principled measures that are more in line with the principles of principle to crack down on the Red Party that violates the principle of humanity. ”

"Trouble talking about people."

"In general, if he dares to return to Russia, the capitalists will surely dismantle him. Think about it, what the capitalists have and what they don't; What have they done, and what have they not done? ”

"The capitalist has the right to money, to have a visionary brain; Withhold the workers..."

Hindenburg uttered this passage almost instinctively, and soon paused in the middle of speaking, and quickly changed his words:

"Kindly store savings for workers and give them pensions when they are old."

"Hehe, I don't know what you mean by the word 'old'."

Kuster's smile was teasing, and there was a kind of inconsequential hint in his eyes, as if to tell Hindenburg that they were on the road.

"Back to the point, we have just known what kind of creature the capitalist is, and we can speculate about what will happen to him when he enters Russia."

Kuster leaned over to the seated Hindenburg, and held out a finger to him:

"His return to Russia should be as terrible as letting a tiger go back to the mountains, but if we had informed the Russians in advance, how would Russia, which had long been controlled by the capitalists, react?"

"That must be exciting! But how do you get the information out there? Let a disabled Russian or our ambassador pass? Don't be stupid, they will definitely treat it as false information. ”

Hindenburg said unconcernedly. He held his head with his right hand, and his whole body tilted to the right. He may be thinking about something, so he is absent-minded.

But Kuster didn't know what he was thinking, not because he didn't dare to speculate about people bigger than him, but because he didn't look at Hindenburg at all, and kept talking about his grand plan with his back to him:

"It's true that it's in a state of war, but it's not the same if it's peaceful. And you know, here, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, there is a fear of the red ideology. In the minds of all, anti-red is far more important than resistance to the enemy, and internal revolution is always more threatening than external intrusion – even the north and south poles of the earth's edge know this. ”

"What?"

Kuster's tone was full of gloom, and he was a little scared when he said the back. Hindenburg, thinking that he was going to surrender, jumped up at once, took him by the hand and said:

"My friend, although I don't know which of your relatives has been kidnapped by the Red Bandits, I still ask you to cheer up!"

"Uh... Not like that. ”

"It's really tied!" Hindenburg was visibly more anxious, pacing back and forth in the room.

Kuster couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at him, but the problem was himself, and to laugh at others was to laugh at himself.

He coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and said in a milder tone:

"I'm sorry I didn't make it clear, but let me start by stating that my relatives are okay and nothing is wrong - otherwise I wouldn't be here, but I would have gone to North America with two relatives.

I mean, Russia has lost even Moscow, they don't have to fight anymore, and our chance for peace has arrived. ”

Hearing his sincere explanation, Hindenburg relaxed, returned to his seat, and put on the thoughtful look he had just made:

"Then the question is, how can you be sure that the Russians will be united and peaceful – or how can you be sure that the capitalists will give up the rights they have acquired?"

"Didn't we take Moscow? The old turf of the capitalists has been taken by us. The only remaining Novgorod and St. Petersburg in Russia are the nests of the Russian aristocracy, where the capitalists have no real power, and it is only the nobility that determines the agenda - unless the capitalists are willing to transform a wasteland in the Ural Mountains into fertile fields. ”

"Maybe? If they really want to, it will be equivalent to changing direction and strengthening our agricultural strength. Hahaha. ”

Hindenburg laughed, his words mocking, and the contagious laughter echoed Kuster.

"The serfs of Russia are going to suffer again!"

Another teasing from Custer made the atmosphere even more joyful, and the laughter of the two grew louder and louder.

"To get back to the point, even if there is peace, what means do you plan to use to send the message to Russia?"

"What other means can there be? It would be disrespectful to let a disabled Russian or our ambassador go to a vassal state to negotiate. ”

"Oh~" Hindenburg examined his whole body meaningfully, and then his face was embarrassed, and he held back a few words:

"But looking at you like that, I can't think of any good way for you."

"Tsk" Kuster pouted, looking at Hindenburg like a fool:

"Now that they have all become vassals, is it still difficult to transmit information?"

In the face of Kuster's somewhat contemptuous words, Hindenburg explained repeatedly:

"No, I mean... General Kuster, you have a big appetite. ”

"Rest assured, my appetite has always been normal, and I'm torn apart now, and sooner or later what I've eaten will have to pop out of the cracks. It's you, a scene of life and all things competing, very different from me. ”

"Hahaha..."Hindenburg smiled awkwardly, and was about to speak, but Kuster interjected:

"Please return to the topic, let's talk about what to do with the 'bald man', you will definitely be very interested."

"Then do you still have to guess?" Hindenburg, who was interjected, was a little angry, slammed his fist on the table, and slowly stood up with his hand as support:

"He went in good condition, but when he returned, he didn't know how many parts he would drop."

"Especially the two eyes and the sacred organs below."

Kuster added, and laughed.

Hindenburg was a little stunned, but he quickly understood and laughed without hesitation.

At this moment, the two of them look like a pious, simple and kind Orthodox Christian.