Chapter 1200 The Mouth of the Abyss

Malashenko's appetite is very big, especially when he eats meat, he is so voracious that it is simply terrifying.

Not only did Malashenko dare to put a whole piece of barbecue into his mouth, which most people can't do, but he could even eat several pieces in one go. When he hosted a banquet for Malashenko for the first time and last time, he was really It shocked both Kotin, the father of Soviet heavy tanks, and Comrade Shashmulin, the future IS7 project chief engineer and Kotin's first deputy.

Based on the last experience, Kejin, who has basically figured out what Malashenko likes to eat, specially prepared three times the amount of barbecue this time. It was sprinkled with seasonings and sizzling and oily after being grilled over charcoal fire. , without any knife work, cut into a whole piece of roasted lamb leg and shaped in one go!

Paji—Paji—

"Hmm, it smells so good!"

Paji—Paji—

Kogin could guess that Malashenko must not have eaten anything good on the train, otherwise he would not have specially prepared such a table of food specially catered to the appetite of frontline soldiers.

But even if Kogin asks himself that he has been prepared, the scene of Malashenko burying his head and just eating like a starving ghost, almost burying his entire face into the mutton leg, is still shocking. Our Comrade Ke Jing's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Comrade Kokotin, do you want to stop it first? If you keep eating like this, I'm worried that you might get diarrhea. It's the kind of, uh, you know, diarrhea caused by eating too much meat at one time. I haven't had it before.

Shashmulin, who did not dare to speak loudly and only dared to beep quietly, for fear of being heard by Malashenko who was engrossed in eating across the table, put his head next to Kotin's ear and covered it with his hands and whispered quietly.

"Comrade Malashenko's appearance is too scary. Comrade Kotin, if something goes wrong with his diet, I don't think we can afford it. He is a newly promoted tank corps major general whom Comrade Stalin met and a two-time Hero of the Soviet Union. "

At first, he was just frightened by Malashenko's eating appearance. Kojin, who had not thought about it for the time being, immediately twitched his eyebrows and his whole expression changed when he heard this.

"You mean, we should stop it?"

Shashmulin, who looked nervous, did not dare to say anything. He just sat next to Kogin and nodded.

Ke Jing, who blinked and rubbed his hands, felt a little nervous, or was he too embarrassed to speak? Who knows.

But just when Kogin turned his head and was about to say something, his eyes moved away from Malashenko and he noticed.

It turns out that Malashenko is not the only one who is burying his head and only looking for trouble. Among the unknown soldiers who came with Malashenko, one by one, they all look like evil wolves. He looked like he was eating as hard as he could, as if the meat would be confiscated if he ate slowly or finished it late.

It is true that there is no such elegant-looking Malashenko entourage, but it is just a young and beautiful girl, not a big man.

Anya, who was slowly eating the food on the plate with a knife and fork in her hand, and a group of old men who were eating Heisei with their hands, formed a strong contrast between the legendary beauty and the beast.

But things have only just begun here, and things that will shock Ke Jin even more are yet to come.

With both hands on his hands, Malashenko was only focused on pulling meat into his mouth. He could no longer find a third hand to hold the cup and pour some drink down his throat to suppress his eating.

But that doesn't matter. We have someone to serve our newly promoted General Ma.

Anya, who was sitting next to Malashenko, put down the knife and fork in her hand without continuing to eat for a while, directly picked up the clear water in the cup in her hand and handed it to Malashenko's mouth. The careful movement just missed Malashenko, and at the same time prevented the full water in the cup from spilling. This difficult movement may seem easy, but most people may not be able to do it.

Malashenko, who held two pieces of roasted lamb leg in each of his big paws and his hands were all stained with oil stars, was not polite. He didn't even bother to free his hands and stretched his head towards the edge of the cup. She grabbed the corner of the cup in her mouth and held it in her mouth. Anya, who was cooperative and skillful, immediately held the cup with her right hand and poured it into Malashenko's mouth with her left hand.

After a gurgling sound, Malashenko drank a full glass of drinking water, almost as much as a bottle of Feizhai Happy Water, on the spot.

If you think that after drinking water and filling the gap in his stomach, Malashenko will give up and give up, then you are completely wrong.

As soon as his mouth left the cup, Malashenko immediately re-engaged in the desperate fight for the mutton leg. A large piece of mutton was slapped on his mouth and half of his face was oiled on the spot. Malashenko, who didn't care about this, just looked at it. He kept stuffing meat into his mouth with his hands and didn't even have time to speak.

Ke Jin, who had already had his views refreshed, rubbed his hands in embarrassment again, tilted his head slightly towards Shashmulin beside him, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Perhaps this is how the elite troops named after Comrade Stalin eat. You see, they all eat the same way. Except for that girl, I think we'd better not spoil the fun."

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Shashmulin, who felt a faint cold sweat dripping down his head, was speechless. He could only focus on the man who had stopped eating and just turned his head sideways, as if appreciating world-famous paintings and supreme works of art, using his happy expression His eyes looked at the girl Malashenko was cheating on.

"Girl, excuse me, are you General Malashenko's?"

As long as your eyes are not blind, you can see that the relationship between the girl in front of you and Malashenko is absolutely extraordinary. She even knows how to serve the man next to her to make him feel more comfortable. The posture just now is just right and precise. .

To say that these two people have nothing to do with each other, Shashmulin, the father of IS7, did not believe it anyway, so he suddenly asked this question.

Anya, whose appreciation was suddenly interrupted, turned around subconsciously, realized that she was asking herself, and then answered with a smile.

"My name is Anya. I am General Malashenko's nurse. I am responsible for taking care of his dressing changes and daily life while he is injured."

"Oh that's right."

Shashmulin, who had an expression of sudden realization, just nodded when he heard an unexpected muffled sound.

Poof——

Crackling——

The sounds of furniture overturning and glass cups breaking came together. Kogin and Shashmulin, who were instantly startled, immediately stood up together and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

But before Shashmulin and Kogin could clearly see what was going on in the blind spot on the other side of the table, a sound of fullness and burping came from under the table.

"Comrade Chechebel, I'm full. I'm so happy that I can't walk anymore. Who can help me? Kiril Kiril."

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