The mechanical noise emitted by the old submarine during sailing vaguely formed a drowsy roar inside the submarine. The harsh noise caused by the metal pressing from the submarine bulkheads made people feel even more creepy, as if they were in an underwater cave that could collapse at any time.

He looked up at Tang Guoming sitting opposite him. Ivan shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled at Tang Guomingqiang with a hoarse voice: "I still remember... when I was in Nikola training camp, it was winter. A group of good young men ran barefoot, ran back to the training camp from the snow, and met some Chinese people who came to the training camp to pilgrimage."

It seemed that he was dissatisfied with the word "Haopian", and Harbala, who was sitting beside Tang Guoming, shook his strong neck hard: "Are you referring to visit?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his hair and bearded were white, Ivan shook his head firmly: "It's a pilgrimage! Every person who goes to Nikola's training camp is here to pilgrimage to those real monks and Wikias! You don't understand...he understand!"

He glanced at Harbala who looked at him with a puzzled look. Tang Guoming did not refute Ivan's words, but just whispered to Harbala in Chinese: "In Russian culture, ascetics represent wise men who are wise and willing to suffer for life, while Vikias means an indomitable warrior. In Russian history, these two words are similar to the sacred totems in the minds of Russians, especially Russian soldiers. Visiting in training camps is equivalent to visiting the monument to the unknown heroes in Moscow. It is not too much to describe it as the word hajj!"

Suddenly, he nodded with great enlightenment, Harbala picked up the wine glass and raised it to Ivan: "To all the heroes!"

Apparently satisfied with Harbala's attitude, Ivan laughed and took a sip of the strong wine, then took a deep breath: "It's such a beautiful era... The good guys gathered together to receive the rigorous training that could make people wake up from their dreams, and to complete the training that seemed absolutely impossible. After winning, we hugged each other, cheered and celebrated, and... on weekend nights, we walked through the birch forest around the training camp and went to the village to date the beautiful girls...."

Squinted his eyes, Ivan was obviously immersed in his memories of the past because of the effects of alcohol: "At that time, we didn't have to think too much about things. We wore uniforms every day, ate the same meal every day, and did the same things every day, just like children in a huge family."

"And our instructors, the old guys who always stare at us...the old guys are as harsh as demons on the training ground, but after the training they are like our fathers, almost solving all our worries and sorrows. The night before we were sent to the army, the old guys would even be willing to take out the good wine they had collected and give it to us, and then get drunk with us. But later..."

With a long sigh, Ivan lowered his head dejectedly, and his big hand holding the cup also trembled slightly...

Looking at Ivan's sad and depressed appearance, Tang Guoming couldn't help but sigh slightly, but he couldn't find any words to comfort Ivan. After sipping the strong wine in the glass, Tang Guoming looked at the various pipelines on his side and said without saying a word: "This submarine... looks like it has been in some years, but it is still well maintained?"

As if he had heard his child being praised by someone, Evan, who had originally looked depressed, suddenly became spirited: "Of course! Although my old Nicholas is already old, it is still as capable as an old horse who can find a way in the birch forest. It is strong! With my old Nicholas, I support these good men, as well as their wives and children!"

After sipping the glass of strong wine again, Tang Guoming responded in a harmonious voice: "I heard from my companions that you only seem to have equipped two torpedoes, and the cabins inside the submarine were modified in cargo. That is to say... this is a cargo submarine, and they are carrying some shortage of cargo?"

When he opened his mouth to Tang Guoming, the smile on Ivan's face suddenly became a little stagnant: "Of course... there is no need to fight, so old Nicholas doesn't need to bring so many torpedoes. After all,... we are no longer soldiers who can be loyal to Russia."

Looking at the stagnant smile on Ivan's face, Tang Guoming hesitated for a moment before speaking to Ivan: "I remember an ancient Russian story - the son of an old officer who replaced the flintlock rifle that his father had not used for a long time with an exquisite watch. But that night, a group of robbers broke into the door. The robbers killed the old officer and insulted the old officer's daughter. The child who exchanged the flintlock rifle for a watch could only tell the robbers that it was three o'clock in the morning of Moscow time!"

Obviously, I understood the meaning of Tang Guoming's words, Ivan sighed heavily: "But what can the purpose of leaving that flintlock rifle? In our hometown, too many people don't even know which country's flag to be hung, and the soldiers don't know which country to be loyal to. Every politician is waving to us, claiming that they can give us a real better life. But what everyone says cannot be fulfilled! Apart from relying on ourselves, we have no one to believe... The war has destroyed our homes and taken away everything from us. We can only leave..."

He reached out and wiped his eyes, which had already had tears in his eyes. Ivan drank the strong wine in his glass in one breath: "Don't worry! I know you are worried about the submarine's self-defense ability, but in this sea area, no one will cause trouble for us, otherwise they will cause trouble for themselves. In another four hours, the submarine will surface and you will also see your companions who welcome you..."

Listening to Ivan's nagging of the topic, Tang Guoming stopped asking questions, but whispered in Chinese to Harbala sitting beside him: "Do a calculation and see where we will float to the sea?"

Understand his head, Halbala glanced at the dense pipeline on the bulkhead on his side: "This submarine has almost removed all its arms, leaving only air defense and a small number of undersea attack weapons. It should be the kind of smuggled submarine that undertakes high-end contraband transportation. According to the design speed of this submarine... our position on the sea surface should not be too far from the location where we boarded the submarine, and maybe it is within the range of American air force strikes. In such a place... have the company's people considered the safety factor?"
Chapter completed!