Chapter 3198 Walter! Tons, tons, tons!

With Malashenko's persuasion and enlightenment, Alsim's father fell into deep thought and was speechless for a while.

Seeing this, Malashenko must have known that something was going on, and he couldn't be in a hurry. He simply called Alsim and walked out of the house, giving the old couple some time to discuss and think about it.

When they came outside, each person first put out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Before he could take out his lighter, he saw that Alsim was already holding the fire in his hand and raising it to his mouth. Malashenko nodded and lit the cigarette. Then he spoke.

"Okay, I think this matter is about the same. If your father really didn't agree, he should have kicked me out long ago. There is no need for the old couple to discuss it alone. Just keep it in mind, right?"

Although Malashenko said this, it can be seen that Alsim is still a little wavering and worried.

"Comrade Commander, what if I mean what if, what if it's my dad who still doesn't agree?"

"Then I will stay at your house and not leave. Whenever your father agrees, I will leave. If he doesn't agree, then wait until Vatutin, Zhukov, or any other marshal comes to your house to find me. Let the marshal talk to him again."

""

Malashenko said it calmly, but Alsim was a little frightened when he heard it.

I can't imagine what Comrade Commander's house would be like if he were to play it for real.

Fortunately, reality did not give Alsim the chance to realize his worries, but the result after a while was undoubtedly good.

"Comrade General, please come in."

"Oh, okay, okay, come in now."

Malashenko, who was sitting in the "Slavic squat" position at the door smoking like a street kid. He didn't look like a military commander at all. When he saw the old man coming out to call him, he quickly threw away the third cigarette butt and left. Enter the house, taking Alsim with him.

He returned to the table and sat down again. It could be seen that the old man's expression at this time was still a little um and a little tangled, but at least it was no longer the almost furious state when they first met.

In Malashenko's opinion, this is quite good, at least it is a good sign. It is estimated that the next process should be much smoother.

What happened next could be said to be unexpected.

"Comrade General, I have discussed it with the child's mother. Since you have said so, chief, we have nothing to object to. To be honest, I always thought that this little bastard was with the devil. Hooking up and hooking up, the soul is taken away. "

As soon as he heard the old man agreeing so readily, Malashenko, who immediately beamed, waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Ha, no, no, no, it's nothing. As I just told you, Comrade Emily is an excellent lesbian. I believe you will be very satisfied with this daughter-in-law."

Now that the conversation has been opened and the major issues have been resolved, the next step is naturally to have three rounds of wine and five tastes of food.

He almost forgot the last time he had a drink. Malashenko drank half a bottle of Walter. Not long after he put down the bottle, as soon as he finished drinking with me, this son Up again.

Malashenko was really embarrassed to be called "Comrade Commander" one after another. Then he thought, "The war is over and I'm on vacation." Go to hell, drink!

After dealing with Alsim, I never thought that his mother would be next.

Although the old aunt is not as good at drinking as the men, she still drinks a large glass of water as soon as she picks it up.

Malashenko was so embarrassed that he could only pick up another bottle of Watta and continue "Tons, tons, tons".

God knows how much he drank in the end. Malashenko only remembers that when he got up and went out to urinate, he could kick over a bunch of empty wine bottles and make a lot of noise on the ground.

Malashenko was so drunk that he even swayed when walking. When he came back and entered the house, his feet were unsteady and he almost fell over. Fortunately, he was helped by a guard who was loyal to his duty and waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Malashenko, who held his forehead and shook his head, thought that if he continued to drink like this, he would be cut into pieces.

I smoked a cigarette to wake up and then went into the house, where I saw an "astonishing scene".

"The White Army is a bunch of black crows trying to crush us. From the British coast to Siberia, the Red Army is the most powerful in the world."

""

Alsim, who was carrying a wine bottle in each hand, had already climbed up to the table and put his feet on the empty plate to perform an impromptu performance. The military singers danced and sang at the top of their lungs, which best represented the leadership of the army. They stopped singing with a wine belch, and then continued to sing silly.

If my son is like this, I'm not much better off either.

He just took out an accordion and sat on the chair next to him, laughing "haha" and accompanying his son.

Pulling and pulling, she grinned "hehe", clapped her hands and applauded her son like a fool, and sang quite emotionally.

Never had he seen such a virtuous figure in Alsim. Malashenko was completely shocked by the scene before him and was speechless. He was stunned for more than ten seconds. In the end, the old aunt who had not drunk much and was still sober came up to follow the horse. Rashenko smiled apologetically.

"Comrade General, I'm sorry to make you laugh. The whole family is like this. Before Alsim joined the army, he and his father were like this when they got drunk. It hasn't changed after so many years. "

""

Because the leadership army has a strict wartime prohibition on alcohol, and Malashenko has repeatedly emphasized that he does not want to see anyone drinking and getting drunk during wartime.

Alsim actually loves to drink and can drink. What does it mean that an Orion man from Siberia doesn't know how to drink? Just because I take the words of Comrade General very seriously, I have always forced myself to be very self-disciplined.

Now that the war is over, the wartime situation is over, a major event that I have been worried about has finally been solved, and a big stone in my heart has finally fallen to the ground.

Alsim, who felt relieved all of a sudden, finally became this virtuous after drinking together with the old man whom he had reunited with after a long absence.

Malashenko, who could understand after thinking about it, immediately smiled and told Alsim's mother that that was almost the end of the day, and he would go to rest first.

Lying in a bedroom specially set aside for him in Alsim's house, he got on the bed.

Malashenko, who was listening to the chirping of summer bugs outside the window, didn't know whether he was drunk or something, but he was particularly sober at this moment.

I couldn't help but think of my lover who was waiting for me to go home in Moscow. I thought of the many memories along the way, and I couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.

"Getting married? Damn, am I going to get married too? Damn it, people who have never been married in their last life never expected to save up for this life. I hope everything will go well by then."

As he thought about it, the increasingly confused Malashenko's eyelids trembled, and finally he fell into a deep sleep.