"Comrade Colonel Chekov, Major Hu Biao thanks you very much for your hospitality tonight. I can swear! This is my happiest night after this damn war.

Please be sure to thank the chefs tonight for me and tell them that with their superb cooking skills, you can go to the Kremlin and be the chef for the great comrades of Steel."

"What? Let's help me back, no, no, you completely underestimate me, Paul Andovsky.

I am not drunk, and I cannot be drunk. Who doesn’t know in the entire Derzhinsky tractor factory? It should be in the entire Volgograd city, who doesn’t know the lame old Paul, who will never get drunk."

The deputy director, who was obviously drunk, was so arrogant in his mouth.

At about 11 o'clock in the evening, Comrade Paul Andovsky finally said goodbye and left.

I probably remember that at this time, I had to inspect other areas of the factory before going to bed; check the situation of armed workers on duty and keeping watch at night.

It was just that Hu Biao and Chekov's official committee member just now, as well as many senior members of the team.

Stimulated by a series of good news, I frequently raised the wine glass in my hand to toast the deputy director.

The sentence on the left is "I wish comrades in Steel good health" and the sentence on the right is "I wish the great mother of the mother of the country to freeze those virtue sticks to death."

Faced with these beautiful toasts, or just the deputy director, the deputy director is greedy for wine, there is actually no need for everyone to persuade him to drink. This guy just holds a cup and pours wine into his mouth like a barrel.

Anyway, when he was leaving, he was obviously a little drunk and drank too much.

Something he had told me before, such as things that could not be said casually outside before good news came out, was completely forgotten.

There are also all kinds of awesome people bragging about, and they come out as soon as they open their mouths.

In the end, the deputy factory director took a group of workers and comrades to leave workshop No. 7.

What a guy! The moment he opened the workshop gate, Hu Biao, who was sending the deputy director away, was blown to his body by a cold wind blowing in.

Immediately, my whole body shivered.

This haunting weather, the current temperature is at least minus 20 degrees Celsius, which is really awesome.

What made Hu Biao even more speechless was that compared to the bitter and cold winter of the Maozi family, such a low temperature was just beginning, and even colder was still behind...

After becoming the deputy factory director, he left with dozens of workers.

Workshop No. 7, which lost a lot of people because of today's battle, became empty again.

Fortunately, at this time, the workshop was quite lively, and to a degree it was even more lively than before.

That's because at this moment, after the rest of the workshop was all their own people, one of the hairy girls was already playing the accordion hard.

Under the melodious music of the accordion, the remaining hairy girls jumped happily under the leadership of Natasha.

Although these hairy girls dance in modern planes, they are completely different styles from the twisted and twisted young ladies in the disco.

There is far less twisting posture than the above, and the twisting posture is so enchanting.

However, after Hu Biao saw it at such a moment, the flying skirts and various socks and calves under the skirt were still so pleasing to the eye.

At the same time, the head was wrapped in gauze like the third brother, and was somewhat considered a wounded comrade Chekov, who was dancing the dance steps of the Russian family.

Specifically, it is like squatting on the ground like a horse stance, raising your arms and crossing them, and jumping your feet very fast.

He jumped up by himself and shouted that everyone else would join together; for a moment, the entire workshop was filled with joy.

Therefore, tonight was still an extremely beautiful night for Hu Biao and the others.

*******

At this moment when everyone else was dancing, Hu Biao, Yang Dongli, Poluo, and the interpreter did not join in.

The reason is simple: they are not full yet.

These four big-bellied men just had to drink with the deputy factory director, so they were not full yet; of course, they took this opportunity to eat well before talking about it.

Even if it takes too long, it doesn't matter if the other dishes are cold.

It was nothing more than pouring the M35 helmet in front of me, and the hot bone soup inside would soon make it hot.

In this way, the four of them then killed five or six kilograms of various food, which slowed down the movements of eating and drinking on their hands.

Just then, a silver bell-like laughter came over there, which made Hu Biao and the other four unable to help but raise their heads and look over again.

After the guy Zhuifeng got excited, he led the others to learn how to dance in modern planes, and his movements started to twist exaggeratedly.

As a result, the Russian men and women watched it interestingly and jumped up.

Under the light of the fire, these people's faces were so excited; they seemed to have completely forgotten and let go, the casualties of so many comrades during the day, and the difficulties in recent times.

Hu Biao even believed it very much. After a rest tonight, these people will be resurrected perfectly tomorrow.

Therefore, Hu Biao said with some inexplicable emotion:

"Damn! These Russians are really worthy of being a fighting nation. So many people died during the day. They only drank a drink and ate a meat meal. Now they look full of blood and are resurrected again. No wonder they are called a fighting nation."

Unexpectedly, Comrade Lao Yang was a little unhappy with Hu Biao's casual expression.

He squinted his eyes, took a sip of alcohol mixed with water into his mouth, and began to speak in discontent:

"No matter how, I'm not on the Internet. I'll see those little goblins that will twist, and some gossips that the editor has come up with by smacking the head; look at more serious and positive things.

It’s just a Russian. In the past two hundred years, it’s not a combat nation.”

"The Russians are not considered a fighting nation, so who can afford to call them that? It can't be us, right?"

After Hu Biao was criticized, he responded casually.

Then, he found that he was taught a lesson by Lao Yang, Poluo, and the translator, and the other three people, but he was still a very deep impression after the class.

He tried hard to swallow a piece of gong and took the conversation:

"Of course we are the real fighting nation.

Do you think we are just a farming civilization that can only farm? You are wrong, you are very wrong. Is the glorious civilization of five thousand years possible? Can it be planted by just farming?

Is the land worth more than 9.6 million square kilometers? Is it a reward for phone bills? It was all produced by ancestors and ancestors with their lives and blood.

Our real situation is when friends come and there are good wines, and jackals come and there are hunting rifles."

As soon as Poluo finished speaking, the translator continued to talk:

"From the ancient battle between Yan and Huang to the Qin Saowed Liuhe, from Emperor Wu to the border of Genghis Khan, in history, which one of the Han, Tang and Ming dynasties was not established by martial arts.

From a small tribe in the Yellow River Basin to its huge territory, our bloodiness has been verified over and over again in the war.

Think about the four major civilizations back then, and now there are still a few of them that have stayed. Only we have kept them in a difficult situation in the constant battle with foreign enemies.

During the Zhou Dynasty, we said that all the world is the king's land.

During the Qin Dynasty, we said that the old Qin Dynasty was going to the national crisis together.

During the Han Dynasty, we said that those who violated our great Han Dynasty would be punished even if they were far away.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, we said that all the barbarians inside and outside dared to claim to be war.

In the Song Dynasty, we said that every inch of mountains and rivers is one inch of blood. (This statement is not original by bald heads)

During the Ming Dynasty, we said that the emperor guards the country's gates and the king dies in the country.

Don’t say much during the Republic of China. We have experienced cities and battlefields. Is your experience not profound enough?

The above are our fighting attitude and what we have inherited from our ancestors; in comparison, are we not considered a real fighting nation?"

"Count it." Hu Biao responded with convincing words.

Then, he raised the wine glass in his hand high and said, "To our ancestors, your descendants have not disappointed you, modern us have begun to become stronger again."

Seeing this, the other three raised their wine glasses as well.

Finally, I drank the hot wine that was as hot as blood, raised my head and drank it all in one go.
Chapter completed!