Before the outbreak of the World War, Maria was a second-year student at the School of Medicine in Johannesburg.

After the outbreak of the World War, the Johannesburg Medical School organized teachers and students to join the army to fight in Europe, and Maria quickly grew from a novice doctor who was just introduced to surgery, and in just over a year, Maria has become a qualified surgeon and received a Medal of Valor for fifty-seven successful surgeries in a row in the Battle of the Dardanelles.

In fact, the 58th station was not a failure, but the wounded soldier was sent to the hospital too late, and the injured limb had to be amputated, which was not Maria's responsibility, and the wounded soldier after the amputation did not blame Maria.

Maria originally had only two assistants, the war was far away from Constantinople, Maria's work was not heavy, and the arrival of more than twenty girls provided more possibilities for Maria, and the girl who could speak English was called Gusin, which means autumn, and soon stood out from all the girls.

"Guxin should be a descendant of the nobility, well-educated, fluent in English and French, learning things really fast, recently learned a few hand massages with me, do you want her to come over and give you a push?" Maria would come to Ruiz every day after dinner with a cup of coffee, neither of them was married, both were from Los Angeles, both were Chinese, both were second-generation immigrants from southern Africa, their families had farms in Rhodesia, they were both educated in southern Africa, and they had a lot in common.

"Forget it, if you're willing to press it for me—" Ruiz was blunt, not hiding his admiration for Maria.

Maria is the goddess of all officers and soldiers, and although she is not the most beautiful of all the girls in terms of appearance, when she puts on a white uniform and picks up a scalpel, her temperament from the inside out is immediately fascinating.

"Dreaming!" Maria was dismissive, but there was a smile in the corner of her eye, Ruiz became a man of the year on the Belgian battlefield because of the "big ball", and many captured German officers and soldiers expressed their willingness to play football with Ruiz again.

In the ball game on Christmas Day, the expeditionary force and the German army did not distinguish between the winners and losers.

"Mr. Captain, there are some Russians from outside—" The voice of a sentry came from the top of the building, the castle is so convenient, standing on the top of the building and shouting can be heard throughout the castle.

"Don't worry, I'll be here when I go—" Ruiz didn't forget to greet Maria as he picked up his hat and went out.

Since last month, the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force has gradually handed over the Balkans to the Russians as part of the maintenance of the Entente alliance.

At the gate of the castle, more than a dozen Russian Imperial officers and soldiers and Ruiz's men were confronting, and the emotions on both sides were a little excited, and the Russian Imperial officers and soldiers asked the officers and soldiers of the 11th Division to evacuate the castle.

Ruiz's subordinates were even more emotional, the entire Balkan Peninsula was shot down by the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force, and now in order to stimulate the Russian Empire to continue fighting, the transfer to the Russian Empire has made many expeditionary officers and soldiers uncomfortable.

Although he was emotional, both sides finally had some sense, but they didn't do anything when they were noisy.

Ruiz walked out of the drawbridge and looked back at the machine gun post on the roof of the building, where two heavy machine guns with tripods were in full swing, which was probably the real reason why the Russians did not dare to do it.

"Good evening, Mr. Captain—" The leading Russian Imperial lieutenant was very polite, after all, the kings of the two countries were cousins, no matter how intriguing they were under the table, they still had to be brothers and sisters on the table.

"Hello, Mr. Captain, I'm Ruiz of the 2nd Infantry Regiment of Los Angeles, 11th Division of the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force, and it's a pleasure to meet you—" Ruiz came up and reported, even if the fight started later, he had to know who the opponent was.

"Hello Captain Ruiz, I'm Turgenev of the 49th Division of the 11th Army, and it doesn't seem that your location is here-" Turgenev didn't want to clash with Ruiz, the Russians love and hate clearly, the 11th Army had stormed Constantinople for a month before, and the loss of 300,000 people failed to take Constantinople, and the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force was less than 150,000 people, and it only took a week to break through Constantinople, although the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force was suspected of taking advantage, Before the attack, the defenders of Constantinople suffered heavy casualties due to the attack of the 11th Army of the Russian Empire, but the soldiers still spoke with their achievements, the winner is king, and the loser is the loser.

"Captain Turgenev, why don't you come in and have a drink, I've got you vodka from our southern African production-" Ruiz doesn't quarrel, if there is anything that can't be done with one drink, then two, it's useless to quarrel with the Russians, kill them at the wine table to convince them.

"Only vodka produced in our Russia is real vodka-" Turgenev was still correcting in his mouth, but his legs honestly followed Ruiz towards the castle.

"Let's go, let's go, try our goulash with potatoes, it's our national dish—" Ruiz beckoned to Turgenev's men.

"Kouhu, potato and beef stew is also our national dish!" Turgenev was obviously more angry than just now, saying that these officers and soldiers of the Russian Empire had not eaten potato goulash for a long time.

In the hall on the first floor of the castle, two long dining tables can sit forty or fifty people side by side, and the soldiers of the 11th Division leaned their rifles against the gun racks at the entrance of the castle when they entered the door.

It's a simple and cute stuffy bear.

Dozens of bottles of vodka are lined up on the long dining table, and there is a bottle on each seat, and the vodka produced in southern Africa is 750 milliliters per bottle, which is almost one and a half catties, which is not mixed with water, and it is really 60 degrees.

Because it was already past dinner time, the potato and beef stew had not yet been served, but the expeditionary force was certainly not short of food, and the reserves in this area were always sufficient, and all kinds of canned food were already attractive enough, plus the caviar produced in Constantinople, it was not easy for the generals of the Russian Empire to enjoy such a sumptuous dinner.

"Come on, come on, please sit down, we will be neighbors in the future, in the words of our Chinese, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, we have to help each other, just like we are on the battlefield." Ruiz beckoned everyone to take their seats and took the initiative to open the vodka and pour it for Turgenev.

"Without our 11th Army, you wouldn't have been able to occupy Constantinople so easily-" Turgenev was really aggrieved, or the 11th Army was aggrieved from top to bottom, the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force is now transferring the Balkan Peninsula to the Russian Empire, it seems that the Russian Empire is picking up cheap, but the Mediterranean Expeditionary Force was also taking advantage of Constantinople in the first place.

The victor is not to blame, so the Mediterranean expeditionary force is justice.

"We have not denied the role of your 11th Army, but that doesn't change the facts." Ruiz didn't talk nonsense, picked up the cup and looked up.

The quarrelsome Russians may be a little stupid, how can they admit defeat when drinking!

Turgenev forgot to lift the bar, and he was grunting when he picked up the cup.

This mouth is big.

At this time, the fat cook finally appeared with a large pot full of potatoes and beef stew, and when he saw Ruiz and Turgenev drinking from their cups, the fat cook smiled evilly.

"What are you looking at?" Turgenev's eyes had already begun to redden.

"That's what you use?" The fat cook looked disdainful.

It's already remarkable to use this, Ruiz's eyes are already straightening as he goes down with a full glass of vodka.

The fat cook doesn't talk nonsense, grabs a bottle of vodka in his hand, doesn't even use a cup, unscrews the lid and starts tons and tons.

This is simply too exciting, Turgenev was not to be outdone, picked up the wine bottle in front of him and began to tons - tons.

Although they are all the same bold, Turgenev is much slower in terms of speed.

The fat cook was so annoying, he drank a bottle in one gulp and applauded Turgenev and cheered.

Here Tommy poured Ruiz another glass, and Ruiz looked at Tommy in horror.

Tommy rolled his eyes covertly.

Ruiz looked up.

Maria stood behind the railing on the second floor and smiled.

Ruiz immediately raised his glass, and when he drank it in his mouth, he realized that it was actually sweet.

Glucose!

Turgenev drank real vodka.

When a bottle was dry, Turgenev was already shaking.

"Good amount of alcohol! Let's have another one! The fat cook didn't know when he opened another bottle in his hand.

Turgenev couldn't believe it, rubbing his eyes and staring wide.

It was indeed just opened.

The fat cook was still bright, holding the bottle and pretending: "Do you want to eat two bites first?" ”

Eat?

Turgenev didn't want to eat potato goulash, he wanted to eat people.

The fat cook doesn't talk nonsense, and the wine bottle is raised and tons and tons, and the speed does not decrease at all, just like drinking water.

"Mr. Captain—" Turgenev's men couldn't even look at it.

"Shut up! Open it for me! Turgenev was out of the way, slapping the table and yelling, his eyes red and scary.

The bottle hasn't been opened yet, and the fat chef's second bottle has already run out.

Turgenev lost his demeanor at this time, snatched the bottle and sniffed it, and then completely despaired.

It's vodka.

On this night, Turgenev and his men were defeated, Ruiz and other officers and soldiers had no chance to play, and the fat cook alone knocked down all Turgenev and his men, and after dinner, Tommy counted that the fat cook killed six bottles of vodka alone.

Nine pounds!

Not to mention 60 degrees of vodka, even if you drink nine catties of water, you can kill people.

The next day, before the night guard had been handed over, a large group of officers of the 11th Army came to the castle gate, this time led by a general.

(Why don't we also have an event, you can discuss it in the comment area, and have a video party or something-)