Steel Soviet Union

If one slice was not enough, I had to order two slices of Iushkin. It was so satisfying to eat. The bacon, which Malashenko had cut quite thickly, was quite big.

He hadn't even finished chewing the first piece and swallowed it, and then two more pieces were stuffed into his mouth. No matter how much Iushkin's mouth could hold, it was suddenly filled to the brim with half-finished meat. He can only speak in a slurred manner, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh."

"I asked you, can you eat slowly? Did you just escape from the German prisoner of war camp?"

Artyom on the side couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but tell Iushkin to stop eating like this.

But why does Iushkin himself care?

I chewed this mouthful of bacon until I couldn't swallow it, and I didn't have enough saliva. The bacon, which is a dried meat product, absorbs water. If you eat so much bacon at one time, if you have enough saliva for swallowing, then... Call it weird.

"Woo-wu-wu-"

"Damn! This Suka thing choked on the meat! Seryosha quickly poured him a drink! Oops! Don't hand it to him, give it to me!"

Artyom took the full wine bowl without saying a word, immediately stood up on the spot, picked up the bowl full of beer in his hand and pointed it at the mouth of Iushkin, who was still moaning and speechless. It's just a burst of fierce penetration, and the hand movements are strong enough, but at the same time, he doesn't forget to roar twice to "encourage" himself.

"Drink! If Suka doesn't list it, give it to me! Drink!! Drink!!!"

Although Malashenko on the side did not lend a hand to help, in fact, he did not need his own help for such a small matter. Malashenko was very sure that the boy Iushkin would not choke to death.

However, Malashenko inexplicably felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

There was a circle of people around a wooden table, and an elegant and easy-going old man came here and cursed me. He also yelled "drink, drink" loudly. It felt like I had seen this scene before.

It's just that Malashenko can't quite remember it. He guesses it must be some memory from before he traveled through time. It should be.

"Woo-hoo-oh wow, I feel good! I feel so good now!!!"

By pouring a full bowl of wine down his throat, he was able to swallow the half-chewed bacon.

As he said, Iushkin felt one and only one thing at the moment: It felt so damn good!

"Good wine, good meat! And a lot of good people! Ah, I swear to Comrade Lenin, I have been looking forward to a party like this for I don't know how long. Sometimes I am afraid that I will never have the chance to have such a party again and I will die. Well, I’ll be stuck in this German mess for the rest of my life.”

"Ha, so that's what you think? I thought Comrade Iushkin, the invincible artilleryman in the world, was not afraid of anything."

After finishing another bowl of wine, Artyom continued to tease Iushkin. While refilling his own bowl, he did not forget to grab a piece of bacon and stuff it into his mouth.

"Well, I have to say that I agree with what Iushkin said. Sometimes I also think that if we get together before the war is over, we can sit down and have time to talk to each other. Isn't this inappropriate? I've heard some superstitious people say that if this is done, it will be difficult for those who gather together to survive until the end of the war. A few will definitely die, and it is not impossible to even join them all. "

"But if you say we won't get together, I'm a little worried. I'm afraid that if we encounter something unavoidable, we'll lose our lives. In the past, we obviously had the opportunity but didn't sit down together and listen to each other's opinions. To be honest, I can only regret it in the end. Do you think this is too much of a loss? "

Iushkin's unintentional remark inspired Seryozha, who likes to read books and write notes on weekdays, and occasionally writes short articles for submission to the Red Army's Internal Reference Committee, was also inspired by this. In terms of divergent thinking ability and language and logic ability, our comrade driver is probably much better than comrade gunner.

"What do you think, Comrade Commander?"

"Um?"

He was holding a piece of wire in his hand as a toothpick to pick out the shreds of meat stuck in his teeth. Malashenko, who had not yet planned to join the conversation, couldn't help but recall some things that had happened in the past before he spoke quietly.

"Me, I think it's okay to get together. I don't believe in those bullshit superstitions. Death is death, life is life. My life is my own, and it's not destined by birth. There's nothing we can do if we get together during the war. You have to live until the war? That’s bullshit! You have to be stupid to believe this.”

"Speaking of this, I remembered something. Have you guys considered what your plans are after the war is over?"

Malashenko didn't suddenly think of this problem. He had thought about it a long time ago, consciously or unconsciously.

During the war, everyone gathered under the same red flag, worked hard in one place, fought against the same enemy, and went to the battlefield together.

But what about after the war?

Malashenko cannot guarantee that everyone will still want to stay in the army and continue to work. For example, he wants to take off his clothes, go home and farm, and contribute to the population restoration cause with his wife and children.

What about everyone else? Do you have similar thoughts to yourself?

Malashenko didn't know, but he wanted to know, but he just never found the right opportunity or forgot about it.

Until he asked this question tonight, Malashenko's eyes were shining with anticipation and he was waiting for the answers from his good brothers.

"Who to start with? Me???"

After looking around, he found that all the eyes of his brothers were staring at him. Iushkin, who was pointing his right index finger at himself with a question mark on his face, had no choice but to start with him. Say it again.

"I won't introduce myself. You all basically know my situation."

"Like Comrade Commander, I am from the suburbs of Moscow. He lived in a village not far from ours a long time ago, but I didn't know him when I first joined the army, and he was not as famous as he is now. I I didn’t even know there was such a big tank soldier in the next village.”

"As for the post-war period?"

After making a few casual opening remarks, Iushkin was actually trying to buy time for himself to organize his words. He was scratching his head and hesitating to speak. This kind of question that requires some thinking before answering is really difficult.

"To be honest, I really don't have any lofty goals. Didn't Comrade Commander Commander say that? People like us can only live one day at a time with our heads in our belts. In the past, I always felt that there was no point in thinking about it for so long. Now I I feel like I should stay and continue to work in the Red Army until I can’t do it anymore, or maybe one day I really don’t want to do it anymore. However, I want to resolve my life-long affairs as soon as the war is over, so I wrote a letter from home to remind me. I’ve done it several times.”