Steel Soviet Union

One thing to say, in such an away game environment, it is indeed quite embarrassing to just eat your own food and lie down on the ground.

Iushkin, who had a round and big belly, fell to the ground next to the table and groaned. He suddenly choked because he ate too hard. When he quickly grabbed the cup to drink water, he accidentally raised his head too hard and threw his back. When the Queen Mother leaned against her, the chair she was sitting on was overturned and fell over instantly.

It doesn't matter, I just put Iushkin's whole body on the ground. For a while, he was breathing heavily because he was so full from eating. He even threw the water glass in his hand and knocked it away. It smashed into eight hundred pieces on the wall.

Iushkin, who had been unable to get up, was asking for help from Kirill, but Kirill, who was also in a mess, couldn't care about him, and he became a superficial brother without even saying a word.

Although this scene temporarily attracted the attention of Kotin and Shashmulin, what was even more shocking was Malashenko's side.

Ke Jin felt that he just didn't notice it. When he looked at Malashenko again, Malashenko, who was still eating, was already picking up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. , the only bones left in the whole piece of lamb leg were on the plate on the table in front of me.

"Hey, Shasha Shmulin."

"I'm here, Comrade Kogin."

He was so shocked that he didn't realize that his assistant had almost the same expression as him at the moment. Ke Jing, who spoke slowly, could no longer use words to accurately describe his mood at the moment.

"Comrade Malashenko's piece of lamb leg was something you went to the kitchen to see and select in person, right?"

"Yes, it's me, Comrade Kogin."

"Then do you remember how much that piece of lamb leg weighs? Do you have an accurate number?"

"It's about four kilograms. Maybe it will be a little lighter when it's cooked. It was originally prepared for three people."

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Ke Jin was shocked, to be precise, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak at all.

Comrade Stalin testified that it was a whole piece of four kilograms of mutton leg!

How long has it been since we started eating? Eight minutes? It should have been less than ten minutes anyway.

A whole piece of roasted, sizzling and oily lamb leg was eaten by Malashenko, leaving only a few bones. The bones were so smooth that not even a bit of meat was left! If you give it to a dog to eat, it will probably make the dog's teeth grind and unable to chew the shredded meat. What kind of person can do this! ?

Click——

"call--"

A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god.

Malashenko, who had not even had time to shave off the meat between his teeth, connected himself to the fire. After taking a slow breath of smoke, he instantly felt comfortable from his mouth to his stomach, and his whole body felt as smooth as if he had ascended to heaven. This feeling is simply too good!

"Last time I came here, I couldn't take care of half of the meal due to an emergency. I still felt regretful. But today's barbecue is more delicious than last time. Comrade Ke Jing, I haven't eaten it for a long time. It’s such a great experience, thank you!”

Natalya's cooking skills are very good, but in Malashenko's words, the food she makes looks exquisite, but tastes irritating. It takes a long time to eat without being full.

After such a meal of roasted mutton, Malashenko gave a thumbs up to Kotin comfortably. Kojin looked ashamed and looked at Malashenko as if something was wrong. He breathed a sigh of relief and replied.

"As long as it tastes good, Comrade Malashenko, can we talk about the situation of tanks now? For example, the prototypes I sent you last time."

Although Kogin appeared to be calm on the surface and everything was business as usual, in fact he was already very anxious and itchy about cooperating with Malashenko.

The production of 122mm D-25T tank guns is constantly increasing. Now three production lines that originally produced IS1 heavy tanks have been upgraded and are producing the latest and more powerful IS2 heavy tanks.

It stands to reason that as a chief designer, Ke Jing should feel satisfied and happy to see his works upgraded and production continuously increased. However, Ke Jing, who has ambitions for the future, is obviously not satisfied with this.

Many nights, as Kotin tossed and turned in bed in the dead of night, he was always thinking about what happened to the IS6 heavy tank prototypes he gave to Malashenko. Are they useful? Or what other problems have arisen that I didn’t consider at the beginning?

Kogin didn't know. He felt that there was nothing wrong with the masterpiece he had personally supervised from beginning to end. But in the end, this was just his own opinion. He had no idea what the real situation was. He could only wait for the user of the tank, Malashenko, to tell him. Send back the message.

Kogin didn’t know the specific details of how Malashenko was injured, but he was very worried that it was because of problems with the prototype car that Malashenko almost lost his life.

It would be terrible if that were the case! Not to mention that the cooperative relationship will break down because of this, it is good that Malashenko, who was almost tricked to death by himself, does not hold a grudge for this.

Kotin, whose heart was pounding with butterflies in his stomach, felt quite uneasy and looked at Malashenko, waiting for the answer.

"Oh, you're talking about those prototype vehicles. I don't know what's going on with the other two. Anyway, my one was abandoned on the battlefield."

Damn it, there really is something wrong with the car!

Kogin's heart skipped a beat before he could secretly say something bad, but Malashenko, who was half-sentence in his words, made a 180-degree reversal.

"Fast speed, hard armor, and a fierce main gun. This is the perfect combination of the three elements of mobile protective firepower that I dream of! Those Germans almost collapsed! They couldn't deal with such a powerful tank, and in the end they could only attack me The track shot paralyzed my car. If it hadn't been like this, I would have fought until all the ammunition in the car was exhausted!"

After hearing Malashenko's praise, Kogin's face gradually turned cloudy. He smiled happily and then heard even more ecstatic words from Malashenko's mouth.

"I will personally draft and write a battlefield use experience and evaluation report. If it is divided into one to five levels from best to worst, then I think I will give a second-level excellent evaluation and attach suggestions for Red Army heavy tanks. The conclusion is that the troops should equip as many of these new heavy tanks as possible.”

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Comrade Kogin. The reason why I gave it to the second level is because I want to save the best of the first level for later. Otherwise, if you build a more powerful tank, then I won't be able to judge you. Which one is more powerful among the old and new works?”

The cigarette held between his fingertips was almost smoked. Malashenko raised his hand to put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray in front of him, and then asked the question he was most concerned about during this trip.

"Now, Comrade Kejin, can you tell me what amazing new inventions you have that can make the German stick more powerful in physical conquests, which I am most looking forward to?"

Facing Malashenko's question, the knot that had troubled him for many days had completely disappeared with Malashenko's promise, and Kogin immediately stood up.

While tidying up his clothes for a moment, he followed Malashenko with a mysterious smile on his face.

"A good partner will never let you down, please remember this sentence, Comrade Malashenko."

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