Chapter 483 Unyielding Will

The Soviet-style kitchen is very different from the Chinese kitchen. The pots and pans are all different, which makes Malashenko feel very strange. But even so, Malashenko still manages to use all the materials he can find. I made a meal of dumplings, but Malashenko was not sure how the dumplings would turn out using the dough used to bake bread.

Originally expecting to have a heart-to-heart dinner with Natalia, Major Malokov's sudden arrival disrupted all Malashenko's plans.

The dumplings originally prepared for three people were all eaten up by this fat-bellied man who was reincarnated from starvation. Malashenko, whose eyebrows were almost twisted into twists, really wanted to kick this bastard out.

"Oh, I'm so full, Comrade Malashenko, where is this food? I've never eaten anything so delicious, I swear."

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Suppressing the anger in his heart, Malashenko took a slow breath. Malashenko, who was already hungry, now felt as if he was full.

"Let's have a drink and talk about other things, Comrade Malokov."

Malashenko smoothly took the two small glasses that Natalia brought from behind him, unscrewed the cap of a bottle of vodka and filled both glasses, then raised his hand and handed one of the glasses to Maloko. On the table in front of Major Husband.

"How is the situation in Moscow recently? Is it still stable?"

After hearing Malashenko's words, Major Malokov, who was full but not yet drunk, raised his glass and drank it in one gulp without comment. If Soviet soldiers did not know how to drink vodka, it could almost be understood as a lack of faith or even character. If you don’t meet the standard, you can’t even drink vodka and still act like a chicken of the Soviet Red Army.

A stream of clear water fell into my stomach and I immediately felt a lot of heat in my throat. Usually when drinking alone, I used to blow directly at the mouth of the bottle. It had been almost half a year since Major Malokov had sat with someone to drink. Today I finally started the conversation.

"We just captured a few German spies yesterday. They bribed a few scum with abnormal brains and asked them to explore Moscow's city defense deployment and try to find the coordinates of high-value buildings to guide the German planes in the sky to bombing targets. Remuneration It was the Germans who promised them some of the best farmland outside the city after they captured Moscow. Ha, I almost died laughing when I heard that. "

He grabbed the wine bottle and filled it up for Malashenko, who had half a glass remaining. Then he poured a full glass into his already completely bottomed glass. Since the beginning of martial law in Moscow, he has been fighting against German spies and sabotaging Major Malokov, who was surrounded by elements, seemed a little tired.

"There is no shortage of warriors with firm beliefs in this world, and of course there is also no shortage of traitors and lackeys with weak wills. After catching a few alive, beating them all night, and pouring two buckets of cold water on them, I will fight them all. The given The reason is that the Germans have already conquered Moscow and will soon destroy the Soviet Union. Do these idiots have shit in their heads? "

Major Malokov's sarcastic words with firm eyes had a different flavor to Malashenko's ears.

It is understandable that the indigenous people living in this era can have such thoughts. After all, there are very few countries that can survive after being besieged by overwhelming enemy forces and the capital is besieged. The five thousand years of Chinese history have proven it countless times. This truth at least applies to the vast majority of situations. Moscow's desperate comeback in 1941 can be said to be a miracle.

After gently shaking the crystal clear spirit in the glass, Malashenko's expression did not look too surprised when he heard the sound of Natalia cleaning the kitchen behind him.

"I thought the traitors might not show up. After all, this is Moscow."

"Huh, it won't show up? You overestimate the will and belief of some people, Comrade Malashenko, not everyone can bear the name of a hero under the guns of the Germans like you."

He raised his head again and drank all the strong wine in the glass. Major Malokov, who didn't want to talk about these troubles at work, immediately changed the subject of the conversation and directly cut the topic of Malashenko. side.

"Speaking of which, Comrade Malashenko, how is your situation on the front line? Are those Germans resisting as tenaciously as the rumors say?"

Malashenko, who had just returned to Moscow for a few hours, had no idea what Major Malokov was rumored to be talking about, but based on the Pravda report, he could roughly guess what the propaganda content was. Rashenko then sighed.

"It's not so much the tenacious resistance of the Germans as it is that we just got out of the state of being chased and beaten by them. Do you know, Comrade Malokov, just a little bit, we almost lost the city of Tula "

"Tula?"

Since the outbreak of the war, he has been working on the front line at two o'clock every day and has hardly left Moscow. Major Malokov, who has never been to the front line in person, was shocked by Malashenko's answer.

"How is this possible? The city of Tula is the southern gate of Moscow and the most important military weapons production base. The city itself is a self-sufficient fortress city. I visited Tula several times last year. Where is it? The fortifications are much better than Moscow! How could the Germans almost capture it?"

Major Malokov, who was self-centered and made some rash conclusions, did not expect how wrong his words were. Malashenko felt that he had to correct Major Malokov's wrong ideas. After drinking a whole glass of vodka, he spoke quietly with the sound of the empty glass falling on the table.

"It was precisely because Tula's defense was much better than Moscow's that the Germans' most elite Second Panzer Group failed to take it down after so long."

"Guderian mobilized all his elite troops, the SS Imperial Division, the Wehrmacht's Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment, and a bunch of miscellaneous auxiliary troops equipped with all kinds of equipment to attack Tula."

"The Tula garrison used those old bunkers and fortifications to block the Germans firmly in the city's edge area. The Germans even broke into the edge of Tula city, but were driven out again in just a few hours. In the last few days of the war, the Tula garrison was almost losing its combat effectiveness. It was the spontaneously organized youth and workers in the city who took up arms to resist the Germans. On the production lines of the city's weapons factories, it was the women and even children who worked overtime to produce guns and ammunition overnight."