The north wind is blowing, and the heavy snow that seems to have never stopped since the beginning of the world is still falling continuously. Snow curtains are covered in the mountains and forests. The surrounding peaks, like icebergs, are carved on the edge of the black sky.
In a zigzag shape, the knee-deep snow filled the ravines, covered the ridges, and concealed the trenches, creating a quiet and pleasant picture, but this picture was immediately torn apart by the strong winds from Siberia. It charged.
Roaring like a roar, the snow curtains were lifted up arrogantly, flying into the woods and ravines. In a secluded valley near Selenginsk near Lake Baikal, people built wooden houses one after another with thick logs. These small wooden houses
As if it was randomly embedded in the valley on purpose, a village was naturally formed. Although it was already bright, no one came out to walk around. It seemed that everything was so peaceful. In later generations' terms, it was
Well, it's very harmonious
This village is one of the many military-affiliated villages in Siberia. In layman's terms, it is a place specially designed for military family members to live. Most of these villages are young women, and most of them are Russian women, with only a small number of Chinese women.
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As China's influence gradually deepened in Siberia, Russian women in Siberia had more and more contact with Chinese men. In addition, as the number of Chinese immigrants and troops stationed in Siberia increased, intermarriage between the two parties also became common.
Many Chinese soldiers in Siberia have found a blond Russian woman, and Russian women have gradually discovered the advantages of Chinese men after having more contact with Chinese men. Well, let’s use the wife of Liu Guodong, a sergeant of the border guard stationed in Siberia.
Stiana's original words are that although Chinese men do not seem to have as much muscles as Russian men and are generally not as tall as those Russian macho men who are 1.9 or even 2 meters tall, we marry men in the past.
If you are looking for a tall man, you might as well find a polar bear to get married. Their weight of nearly a ton is guaranteed to make you happy.
Relatively speaking, Russian men will do some romantic things on the surface, such as sending you a bouquet of flowers and saying very nice words, but they are prone to drinking, do not go into the kitchen, do not do housework, have a bad temper, and beat their wives after drinking.
Their common problem. In the minds of Russian women, there is a completely different concept between Chinese men who do not drink alcohol and those who drink. They actively take care of housework, have a gentle temperament, and have a strong sense of family. These are the advantages of Chinese men that Russian men do not have.
.Therefore, the concept of finding a Chinese husband as a husband is very popular in Siberia now.
Liu Guodong opened his eyes, stretched his waist, which was still a little sore from working too hard last night, stretched out his hand from the warm bed, and gently put aside Stiana who was still in his arms.
, quietly got up and put on clothes. But what he didn't realize was that there was a gentle gaze watching him behind him.
As if he noticed something, Liu Guodong turned around and saw his wife opening her eyes and looking at him tenderly. In fact, Stiana woke up when her husband got up. He knew that her husband was going back to the army again. Although she was reluctant to leave, she still
She still very virtuously got up from the warm bed, dressed, and helped her husband pack his backpack. She knew that the next time she saw her husband would be next month. Although the outpost where Liu Guodong was located was only fifty kilometers away from his family village,
It takes a month to go home and she can only stay for a week at a time, but Stiana is already very satisfied.
Ever since Liu Guodong rescued Stiana from the brutal grain requisition team of Soviet Russia more than a year ago, Stiana had identified with this man until she married her half a year ago. Since marrying Liu Guodong,
Only then did Styana realize that what the Russian sisters who had married before her were indeed correct. Chinese men are indeed very family-oriented, just like her husband Liu Guodong, who was a good cook and would give Styyana every time he came back.
Yana made delicious food and sent her brother to Chita to study through connections. Styana felt that she was very satisfied to find such a husband in her life. She had a husband who did not drink or beat his wife, and who also cared about the family.
What else does a man have to regret in this life?
However, the activities of the Soviet Russian guerrillas from the west have become much more frequent in recent times. Stiya often heard that nearby outposts were often attacked by guerrillas, with some casualties. This made Stiyana very worried about her husband.
Safety.
Silently helping her husband put on all the weapons, she carefully checked her husband's bullet belt, gun, bayonet and other items. Stiana knew that these things outside were her husband's second life.
After checking the weapons and ammunition, Stiana hugged her husband hard, and passionate kisses fell on Liu Guodong's face like raindrops. Now Liu Guodong is familiar with his wife's Russian enthusiasm, unlike the kiss he did half a year ago.
The mouth will also turn red.
After putting on clothes and equipment, Liu Guodong and his wife worked together to push open the door. The thick snow had blocked the door, and it would be impossible to open it without force.
As soon as the door opened, a biting cold wind blew in. The only feeling was that the really cold air seemed to freeze. The nose, eyebrows, eyelashes, head and ears were all frozen in an instant. The whole body seemed to have shrunk from the cold.
Liu Guodong could not help but shudder. Damn it, grandma, this kind of low temperature of more than 40 degrees below zero is really not a life for people. He quickly took out the knitted hat from his pocket and put it on his head. A pullover-style knitted hat is fine.
I protected my entire head with only one eye exposed, and then took off the hood of my helmet. Finally, I no longer felt as cold as before.
Holding a branch, he walked to the Willys four-wheel-drive Jeep parked in front of the house and swept the snow off the roof. The car had been parked here for a week and it would take a long time to restart it.
A lot of tricks.
I walked to the corner next to the house and grabbed two handfuls of hay. I took out the lighter from my pocket and struck it hard twice. A spark flashed out from the yellow flint and ignited the wick. The lighter flashed a faint blue.
After lighting the hay on fire, Liu Guodong grabbed the burning hay and went to the jeep in front of the house. He opened the lid and used the hay to bake the water tank and oil pipes.
This Jeep has not been started for a week, and the liquid in the water tank and oil pipes has been frozen hard than stone. If it is started rashly without roasting it over a fire, the cylinder will make a "pop" sound like a watermelon exploding.
It burst directly.
Liu Guodong baked all the components such as the oil line and water tank, and worked for half an hour before jumping into the car and starting the engine.
"Coo, coo, coo" a low roar and black exhaust gas came out from the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car. Liu Guodong closed the windows tightly and turned up the heating in the car to the maximum. Only then did he feel that the lieutenant felt a little warmer.
Although he knew that his wife would not listen to him, he waved to Stiana, who was still leaning at the door and looking at him longingly, telling her to come in quickly. He stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, and the jeep started to drive forward.
The wind swept the snowflakes, violently sweeping through the mountains and villages, shaking the trunks of ancient trees. It lifted up the snow on the ground in large handfuls and scattered it into the air, smashing the cold snowflakes on the bare treetops.
on, roaring and roaring with strange noises.
The Willys four-wheel-drive Jeep was walking hard on the road. Due to the anti-skid chains installed on the wheels, the car was not very fast. It was just driving forward slowly at a speed of fifteen or six kilometers per hour. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, although the snow was blowing.
The rain gear was swinging vigorously, but the view in front was still blurry. Finally, Liu Guodong turned on the anti-fog lights and the situation became better.
The orange lights swept the road, and the thick snow made the car sway a little. Liu Guodong drove the car towards the station with concentration. After all, it was not pleasant to drive alone in the deserted wilderness of ice and snow.
What's more, as the Soviet government continues to increase its troops near Lake Baikal these days, the Soviet guerrillas have become more active.
The car drove for more than two hours and was now only three or four kilometers away from the outpost. Liu Guodong touched the packages of food and spirits placed on the passenger seat. He thought of the drunkards at the outpost seeing these bottles of spirits.
The expression on his face while drinking could not help but reveal a knowing smile. In the past two years since he came here, Liu Guodong has also changed from a teetotal drinker to a person who can drink a kilogram of strong liquor without changing his expression.
"Wine barrel" is not what Liu Guodong wants to drink. In fact, if you don't know how to drink in a ghost place like this, you will easily freeze to death.
Suddenly, a "bang" gunshot passed through the wind, snow and car windows and reached Liu Guodong's ears. Although the gunshot coming from a distance was not loud, it was as shocking as thunder to Liu Guodong's ears.
, because Liu Guodong heard that the gunshot just now was the sound of the Mosingana rifle, the Soviet standard weapon, and the gunshot came from the direction of his post.
Liu Guodong immediately turned off the lights, reduced the accelerator, and drove forward slowly. The sound of gunfire continued to come. The car drove for more than ten minutes and was about half a mile away from the post. He heard the sound of gunfire getting louder and louder.
After the noise got louder, Liu Guodong stopped the car, shifted the gear to neutral, and relaxed the accelerator to the lowest level, keeping the engine running at its lowest level. Otherwise, if the engine stopped running for more than half an hour, it would be difficult to start it again.
Grabbing the bullet belt and backpack, Liu Guodong opened the car door and ran in the direction of the outpost. If his estimate was correct, the Soviet guerrillas must be attacking the outpost again. The only thing he could do now was to rush to the outpost to help him.