Ma Qian has been guarding the long table full of food for a while, and during this period he enjoyed a lot of good food. Although he did not think that Russian food could be comparable to Chinese delicacies, one thing is undeniable. In fact, the Kremlin chefs are still very good at making meat and vegetables. Grilled quail and the Turkish barbecue are golden and crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, so he couldn't help but eat two more pieces.

Ma Qian'an did not expect others to pay attention to him. Everyone present was satisfied with the "working" national affairs, or the representatives of "working" national affairs. What is he? A fighting man on the battlefield may be a similar character to the private in the eyes of these big figures.

However, Ma Qian'an did not come up to listen to what others said, but God provided an opportunity. Shi Daling had a full greeting with British ambassador to the Soviet Union, Harriman, and M country ambassador to the Soviet Union, Kennan. Shi Daling actually led the two to a near the long table to enjoy food. They walked to a distance of only 3 meters from Ma Qian'an to stop and continued to talk about some secrets that were not secrets. Because the translation animal was beside him, Ma Qian'an heard their conversation clearly.

"Why do we sign a compromise treaty with the Japanese?" Shi Daling asked British Ambassador Harriman in surprise. It must be that Harriman had just talked about the Japanese.

Shi Daling randomly knocked on the table with the empty cup in his hand, "Who is willing to fight on both sides? Unless he is a madman. In fact, the Japanese have been defeated by me, but the Germans suddenly came, which is very difficult. Fortunately, the Japanese asked for a price not high, otherwise I would really be that madman."

American Ambassador Kennan looked red and seemed to have drunk a few more drinks. He muttered: "Dear Marshal Shi Daling, what you accused me of is wrong. In our country, the president cannot decide whether to participate in the war. Even if he wants to fight, he will convince the Senate and the House of Representatives and the House of Representatives, and convince the public, especially the public opinion. President Roosevelt has to consider that our decision-making procedures are very different from your country."

After hearing the translation, Ma Qian'an curled his lips and glanced at Kenan with a little excited expression. He thought to himself: It was indeed this kind of accent. Ma Qian'an remembered the poor brother Saddam again. He obviously did not have any weapons of mass destruction, but he was beaten up by the American oil consortium and had no life. As long as the interests of the large consortium require, what excuses they can't find?

What about returning the people? The people are nothing! The public opinion is not manipulated in the hands of large consortiums. They don’t fight now, but the distribution ratio has not been reached within the consortium. Once they have considered it and have a good chance, do you think they don’t fight? I guess their idea is still like a battle. When you are tired of fighting, his arms and wealth will be almost done. Finally, he went down the mountain to grab peaches. What a pity, you can afford it, the Japanese can’t wait.

Shi Daling looked at Kennan with a kind expression on his face, as if he was explaining or apologizing: "Oh, I forgot that your President is a pacifist, and you both the Senate and the House of Representatives are also peaceful. You have done your best to those who love peace all over the world. For example, the Lease Act can be passed, and I hope our country can also enjoy the Lease Act. After all, the people of our country are also peaceful, but Hitler seems to have disliked peace."

What Ma Qian'an heard was: You Americans are just a group of guys watching the fun, and they are silly. If you fight, you will give them sticks, for fear that the fighters will not get blood. But even if you give them sticks, you can't be more generous than the other. Just give them to the British, but you won't give them to me! Look at me joke? When I fall down, it would be strange if the beard doesn't beat you up.

Uncle Shi, you are so sharp. You are not dirty words. Ma Qian'an smiled and stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it with his mouth bulging, and looked at Kennan's embarrassment with a smile.

Shi Daling noticed Ma Qian'an. He saw that Ma Qian'an had a little excitement on his face, as if he was very happy to see him ridicule the ambassador of M Country. Hey? What is this kid doing?

Shi Daling turned his head and whispered to the translator standing beside him. The translator was a person who was observing all directions. He immediately waved to the meeting organizer, a guy standing against the wall, who was occasionally waving his head left and right to secretly watch.

The guy trotted forward and muttered a few words with the translator. After listening to the translator, he muttered to Shi Daling's ear.

Ma Qian'an didn't know what they were muttering, but it should have something to do with him. Although he pretended to be eating and drinking, he still felt it when he had a few inquiry eyes.

Ma Qian'an quietly moved outward and saw that the group of people did not respond. He moved outward and thought that he would leave this position without knowing it. Among these people, they were Russians and British and Americans. Don't join in, it's boring.

Harriman and Kennan were not surprised by Ma Qian'an's eastern side at the beginning. There were also many Asian ethnic groups in the S1 country. This little guy who ate and drank might have come from the Far East and was not worth paying attention. However, as soon as Shi Daling noticed, basically everyone noticed Ma Qian'an. Although the people in the entire hall were scattered everywhere, their eyes never left Shi Daling for too long.

Shi Daling glanced at Ma Qian'an again and wanted to say something, but after all, Nunu said nothing with her lips.

After a while, the atmosphere in the hall became warm, and toasts came one after another, wishing you health and other words from time to time came out of a loud voice. Most people were very excited. Some people knocked on the wine glass in their hands with a fork, which attracted the attention of people around them, and happily persuaded them to drink. Shi Daling held the wine glass in his hand and turned back and forth, and when he met a familiar person, he met him and drank a sip.

Ma Qian'an noticed that the table where General Lin B was located was quite lively. Several Soviet generals drank a little high and raised their glasses frequently, which made Lin B feel embarrassed. Ma Qian'an knew that Lin B would not drink, so he volunteered to squeeze to the table and took the initiative to block the wine by Lin B.

I drank a lot of red, white, and vodka. Ma Qian'an remembered clearly that at least two of them went out to vomit at this table, but they continued to drink after they came back. It was really a nation that wanted to drink but was desperate.

The atmosphere was warm, and everyone soon learned about each other's identities. A small lieutenant general knew that Ma Qian'an was the Anti-Japanese United Nations League and was very excited. He had just returned from the Far East to report on the border war in the Far East.

The small general shook his body and said in a speechless manner: "Oh, Japanese, Japanese, are still a little tough and capable of fighting, but we can fight even more. If it weren't for the German bandits like this, we would have pushed them right away."

Just brag, Ma Qian'an knew that this short border war had limited military advantages in the Russians, and the entire Far East fleet was almost reimbursed. The loss of technical weapons was greater than that of Japan, and the loss of personnel was less than that of the Japanese, but there were not many, with about 60,000 casualties.

"We fight side by side, we are good brothers!" The little lieutenant general held Ma Qian'an's shoulder and the smell of alcohol spurted on Ma Qian'an's cheek.

"Yes! Let's fight side by side!"

"Hey, my army has wiped out more than 10,000 Japanese. How are you? How many did you kill?"

Men just like to show off, regardless of the occasion.

Ma Qian'an perfunctorily tried to look at Lin B next to him. A general opposite Lin B was holding a notebook to show him, shouting, "I don't think your judgment is right. I bet we will withstand the attack of Hitler bandits within a month, and then counterattack. We will definitely destroy them next summer."

The staff who used to translator Pilin B to see Ma Qian'an know Russian and slipped away by himself. Now Ma Qian'an is responsible for the translation.

"He doesn't believe you." After Ma Qian'an finished translating, he added a sentence like a snake. Ma Qian'an knew what they were arguing. The Russian general believed that the defeat was temporary and that the front line would be able to stabilize within one month, within 30 kilometers of the border line. Lin B believed that this period would take at least 6 months, and the front line was very likely to approach Moscow.

Lin B's veins jumped on his forehead and held back. He replied indifferently: "He is just a newly promoted general. What can he understand? I think he can't even command a teacher, so how can he predict accurately?"

However, this is said in Chinese, and it is said to Ma Qian'an. Of course, Ma Qian'an will not translate the words "harm" emotions.

"I think you're right." Ma Qian'an quickly made up the move. This is not a flattery, it's right! In fact, even after 6 months, even though the German army was frustrated at the city of Moscow, the German army still maintained its offensive ability. It was not until the Battle of Shidalinggele at the end of 1942 that it was the turning point and the stalemate continued.

Lin B raised his eyebrows and looked at Ma Qian'an with some displeasure, "You kid, don't flatter me. If you have any real thoughts, just say, let me see if it's the same as I think."

Oh haha, Ma Qian'an was very happy and thought about it for a moment. Baihu? OK? No? OK? The gods and men in their hearts are fighting.

"Hurry up!" Lin B urged him. He heard that this kid was very fierce in fighting. I don't know if he had a big picture. He happened to take the exam today.

"Then I'll be ugly." Ma Qian'an dared not talk nonsense and said, "The Soviet army has been disrupted and trapped, and the communication facilities are backward, and they cannot be connected with each other. This battle cannot be fought and they have to retreat. However, the S1 people are a stoic nation. They are very hard, so they will not retreat too quickly. I guess they can gain a foothold on the front line of Kiev and Moscow. But I estimate this, there is no data support, you see?"

"Well," Lin B nodded and asked again: "So do you think the German Central Army Group and the Southern Army Group fight each other, or join forces to fight the same place?"

"If they fight each other, they can't get any target. Neither Kiev nor Moscow can chew. But if they join together, they can take the city they attack first. I think they will attack Kiev first. But if they attack Kiev first, Moscow can get a chance to breathe. It will be difficult for the Germans to fight Moscow again."

"Why attack Kiev first?" Lin B agreed with what Ma Qian'an said. If the Germans want to achieve the goal of complete occupation, it is difficult to rely on a group of troops alone. It is necessary to merge against the enemy, but isn't it better to attack Moscow? If he is asked to attack, he will attack Moscow first.
Chapter completed!