Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

After a short rest, everyone gathered in the banquet hall of the hotel. It was almost dark and it was just time to have dinner.

The spacious dining table was filled with sumptuous delicacies, including black caviar, fresh mushroom soup, special black bread, exquisite pancakes, etc., and of course the legendary vodka.

Tukhachevsky greeted warmly. "Sir Yannik, of course you can't come to the Soviet Union without trying vodka. This is brewed in our hometown, and it can be said to be the best in the Soviet Union."

Yannick couldn't help but think of the deeds of "the motherland needs your stomach" in China in the original time and space, and picked up the wine glass and took a sip. "Cao Nima, is this for people to drink? It's clearly liquid fire!" I felt a burning sensation rushing down the esophagus into my stomach, and then fed back into my mouth along the esophagus. My heart was burning. My internal organs and lungs felt extremely uncomfortable as if they were about to burn.

Yannick closed his mouth tightly, fearing that he would spit it out as soon as he coughed, but he was forced to burst into tears. Others accompanying him were no better.

Seeing this, Tukhachevsky laughed heartily. "Haha, it seems that Mr. Yannick's drinking capacity needs training."

Yannik already had a hundred thousand grass-mud horses galloping past in his mind, and only you Slavic beasts can drink this kind of stuff.

Tukhachevsky ordered the waiter. "Serve these distinguished guests Zhigulev beer."

Yannick spoke quickly. "I don't need it, I just drink black tea."

Everyone nodded after tasting the last day's Gulev beer. "Yes, it has a unique flavor."

At the dinner table, Yannick watched in amazement as Tukhachevsky drank cup after cup of high-purity vodka. He thought that even if he didn't get killed if he drank like this, he wouldn't live to be 50, right? You must know that even in the 21st century, Russia's life expectancy is still lower than the global average, and the biggest reason is alcoholism.

Natasha asked, sitting next to her after having a good chat. "Your Highness Yannick, do you have any hobbies?"

Yannick smiled. "My hobbies? They are similar to General Tukhachevsky. Music, literature, painting, astronomy, architecture, etc. are all my hobbies. Of course, I am definitely not as good as General Tukhachevsky in sports. "

Tukhachevsky's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Oh? Then I really hope that I can exchange music with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince if I have time."

"You don't have to look for time, isn't it the time now?" Perhaps the sip of wine he just drank started to take effect, and Yannick felt a little dizzy, but fortunately he was still conscious. After saying this, he stood up and walked to the piano nearby, waved his hand to ask the pianist to step away, and sat down on the stool. "General Tukhachevsky, then I will make a fool of myself." Although he didn't know much about piano in the original time and space, "Yanik", as a child of the royal family, is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Whether he likes it or not, These are all things that cannot be learned without learning.

Tukhachevsky didn't expect Yannick to come, so he couldn't help but put down the wine glass in his hand.

The wine table suddenly fell silent.

After pressing a few buttons randomly, I took a deep breath and started playing seriously.

“Everywhere is quiet in the garden late at night, the leaves no longer rustle;

The night is so beautiful, so mesmerizing, such a quiet night.

The river flows quietly, with slight waves, and the bright moon shines on the water, making the silver shine.

I could vaguely hear someone singing softly, what a quiet night.

My sweetheart sat beside me, watching me silently without making a sound;

I want to tell you, but I feel embarrassed, so many words remain in my heart.

The long night is almost over and the sky is getting bright. I sincerely wish you my dear girl;

I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget that night outside Moscow. "

When the last note disappeared, everyone was still immersed in the beautiful music.

"when!"

Yannick gently pressed a key, and Tukhachevsky recovered.

Yannick smiled. "Your Majesty General, are you satisfied with my improvisation?" After traveling through so many days, he can plagiarize things from the future and make it his own without a blush or a heartbeat. No one will jump out to expose him anyway. .

Tukhachevsky expressed appreciation from the bottom of his heart. "Okay! Mr. Yannick, you really opened my eyes. I didn't expect that your musical realm could reach such a high level at such a young age."

"Then I will give you these lyrics and music as a gift of friendship between us." Maybe in the future the Soviet intelligence agency will find evidence of your collusion with Germany from this lyrics.

"Okay! For the sake of our friendship, I would like to propose another drink to Mr. Yannick."

"Then I will offer tea instead of wine in return for your Excellency, General. May our friendship last forever." Damn it!

In this way, everyone finished the meal in a very friendly atmosphere.

"..." Yannick did not let everyone go back to their respective rooms, but called them all into his suite.

After everyone came in, Yannick put his right index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture. His left hand pointed at the ceiling and then at the floor.

Everyone was smart and understood immediately, and they all cursed these Soviets in their hearts for being so insidious.

"Everyone, please help yourself. I'm going to wash my face." When he came to the bathroom, Yannick couldn't help but sigh that this bathroom was more grand than his bachelor apartment in the original time and space. After washing my face with cold water, my head, which was a little dizzy, completely sobered up.

After returning to the living room, Rommel couldn't help but admired. "Your Highness, I didn't expect you to have such a high musical talent."

Yannick smiled disapprovingly. "Maybe that vodka got my musical side going, but I don't want to try that flavor."

"The taste of Russians is really unusually strong. Can you drink this kind of thing?"

"That's right, you won't have to worry about burning out your brain if you drink something so strong."

"Tukhachevsky drank at least two kilograms today, right? He can still walk so steadily, as if nothing is wrong. It's really admirable."

Manstein, Guderian, and Rommel were all of the same age, and they all spoke in unison when they criticized the Russians. "The general looks very young."

Yannick said casually. "General Tukhachevsky was born in 1893 and is 35 years old this year."

The youngest Rommel here is 37 years old and holds the rank of captain, while the 47-year-old Brauchitsch is only a colonel. It's really a far cry from other people's military ranks. ""

Guderian couldn't help but muttered. "Does this person really have the real stuff? I have to do some research when I get back."

"Why study him? He won't become our enemy." By 1937, he should have given up. Isn't studying him a waste of time? Moreover, although Tukhachevsky wrote a large number of military theoretical works in production, it was not until the early 1960s that he began to publish some of them publicly. You might as well study more of what I will write to you in the future.

After thinking for a while, Yannick spoke to Geer. "I just heard that General Tukhachevsky is also staying here, right? Go and ask him if he is drunk. If he is still sober, invite him over to discuss business."

Brauchitsch advised. "Your Highness, is this inappropriate? You also said before that the Soviets want something from us. If we speak first, we will lose our momentum."

momentum? Yannick rolled his eyes and said angrily. "They ask for something from us, and we also ask for something from them. Otherwise, why would we come all the way here? We are all half-assed goods, so don't be pretentious about each other."