Chapter 2667 Hometown Memories

"Fucking war"

Even though the war has progressed to this stage, Malashenko is no longer the top soldier who drove a T34 and commanded a few tanks to charge randomly. He is officially a major general and is leading the most elite division in the Red Army. Field group, great achievements in battle.

But just as the political commissar hoped, Malashenko never forgot the price he paid along the way.

Countless living lives have passed away beside me, and the path I have taken along the way is behind me. It has long become a mountain of blood and corpses of countless comrades who sacrificed all they had for this great Patriotic War.

War is never worth praising. Only after experiencing it personally did Malashenko know what kind of blood river was raging and fishy beneath the superficial light and glory.

Too many people who should have lived have lost their lives because of this war.

The war was not initiated by Malashenko, but Malashenko now has the opportunity to end it with his own hands. It is time for all this bloodshed and madness to come to an end.

"Comrade Commander, we are here."

"Um?"

Malashenko, who was holding his head in his hands and staring at the street scene outside the window, was brought back to reality. After hearing this, he looked out the window and realized that this boy Iushkin had already taken Artyom to the place where the agreement was made. At the door of the location, they were waiting for their comrade, the commander, to arrive.

"The protagonist comes on stage. Everyone is here tonight. It can finally be said that everyone is here."

Just like most of the time, this boy Iushkin is so positive and optimistic that he is as happy as a pistachio even in the dark night on the front line.

Malashenko, who opened the door and got out of the car from the passenger seat, was not in a hurry to get in with Iushkin and Artem now. Instead, he rang his fingers to signal Iushkin to come over and help him, then walked to the back seat and opened the back seat door.

"Uh, do you want to help get something? What kind of heavy thing are you carrying here?"

"That's not true. I just brought some food and drink. You made a mistake today, and you just happened to be doing hard work by doing meritorious service. Cleaning the toilet is not necessary this time. I still need it in the war. You don't have time to let me get into the toilet. But you can’t escape the punishment of being a coolie.”

Listening to Malashenko's joke with the corners of his mouth raised, Iushkin, who knew what mistake he had made today and what to do in the future, immediately raised his hand and gave Malashenko a serious salute, followed by grabbing him. He asked with a somewhat puzzled smile as he put the heavy baggage on his shoulders in the back seat of the car.

"What's in it? It's quite heavy. How many delicious and delicious things did you bring here?"

Before Iushkin finished speaking, the three people walking side by side had already arrived at the first store in the alley. They pushed open the wooden door that had been blown to pieces and entered immediately.

"It's nothing. Some local specialties, authentic German dark beer, produced in Munich. I seized it from a German officers' club when I attacked East Prussia. I kept it and said that we would drink it together when the time was right. I think tonight It's just the right time. Besides, the alcohol content of this thing is not high, so it can be used as a drink. At least it won't cause comrades from the political commissar to come to accuse me, so it will save me some trouble. "

The facade next to the alley that a group of three people entered was somewhat unusual.

Compared with the decoration of most fashionable stores in Berlin that follow the current trends, the decoration of this store looks old and worn-out, with a rather antique feel.

This old alleyside shop didn't even have a sign hanging at the door, but Malashenko could find it in the utility room of the shop, which was just as dusty and dusty as the shop itself. Long and dusty.

Beijing-Tianjin Hotel - this is the name on the dusty signboard, a few authentic Chinese characters engraved in traditional Chinese.

Malashenko only found out after asking the surrounding German refugees who had not evacuated and fled that the Chinese restaurant in the alley was very old.

A long time ago, this restaurant served Chinese people studying and working in Berlin. Chinese people drifting away from home will inevitably feel homesick and want to taste hometown food and get together with compatriots who are also foreigners. This ancient restaurant The Chinese restaurant came into being more than 20 years ago.

I remember that was when the business of this small Chinese restaurant was booming. Every day, many Chinese people would come here to have a meal and savor the taste of their hometown. Or maybe the brothers get together to keep in touch, talk about the joys, sorrows, joys and unpleasant things in their lives recently, and then drink two glasses of authentic Chinese wine, and all the unhappiness and troubles will disappear with the aroma of the wine. Overflowing and disappearing.

But wonderful times are always short-lived, or there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever.

After a series of unrest and sudden changes in the situation, fewer and fewer diners came to small Chinese restaurants, and the once endless stream of Chinese people in the past gradually disappeared.

The owner of the small restaurant is said to be an old Chinese man with a white beard. After he chose to close his business and leave Berlin, the surrounding neighbors have never seen this cute man who usually likes to share Chinese food with everyone. old man.

The restaurant was closed, but it was not transferred. Instead, it was handed over to a local Berliner, a German, who was said to be a friend of the old man.

And what about the Germans who took care of this closed restaurant? It seems that he is not a financially savvy person to open a business, but he may be nostalgic or owe a favor to the old man, and he is too embarrassed to destroy the furnishings of this small restaurant.

All in all, the diner has remained exactly as it was at that moment since the day it closed.

It can be seen that the German who manages this small restaurant must be a well-known figure in Berlin.

This old, shabby, exotic little restaurant that does not open for business and still takes up space has not been forced to demolish or destroy it by the gang of black dogs for so many years. It has been preserved almost intact until now. Except for the glass on the facade that was shattered by an explosion on the street during today's battle, the interior furnishings are almost intact.

This is why Malashenko chose this place as the gathering place for the No. 177 crew tonight.

Malashenko has not been exposed to anything related to his first hometown for too long.

In addition to meeting a fellow Northeasterner like Ren Dagui by chance, the second thing Malashenko found in his hometown during this Patriotic War was this old and small Chinese restaurant. How could he not bring back memories of it? That is a distant memory from a past life.