Ziegler stared at Qin Feng's license plate with some curiosity and said: "Drive north for another day from here, and that's Russia. Young man, what do you do, and where are you going?"
Ziegler was explaining to Qin Feng at first, but later he sounded like he was asking. After all, Qin Feng was driving a car with military plates, and Qin Feng himself was not wearing a military uniform.
"On mission!"
Qin Feng spat out four words and said with an apologetic look: "Brother Ziegler, I am performing a special mission and cannot tell outsiders. I hope you can understand..."
As he spoke, Qin Feng took out a small red book from his arms and handed it over. This was a temporary ID issued by Meng Lin for Qin Feng. It had Qin Feng's photo on it, and his background was so big that it could scare people to death.
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Although this certificate is authentic, it has not been included in the files of the relevant departments. In other words, if Ziegler is high enough, he can find out that this certificate does not actually exist.
Of course, not to mention Ziegler, even the relevant departments in nearby cities did not inquire about the rights to this certificate, so Qin Feng took it out with such confidence.
"Major of the General Staff?"
Ziegler was startled when he saw the words at the beginning of the red leather ID. When he looked at the photo of Qin Feng in military uniform with the rank of major, he didn't dare to take a closer look. After a cursory glance,
He gave it back to Qin Feng.
"Sorry, comrade, I won't ask about your mission."
After reading the certificate, Ziegler's attitude toward Qin Feng improved a lot, and he said: "If you need help with anything, just tell me, but... we are really too poor here..."
"Brother Ziegler, do you have gasoline here?" Qin Feng heard this and smiled bitterly: "I have been driving for a whole day and there is no gas station. If I keep running, my car will definitely break down..."
For Qin Feng, it didn't matter whether he was traveling day or night, but the car was not good enough. A spare oil barrel in Qin Feng's car had run out of oil. This was the main reason why he wanted to live in a market town.
"Gasoline, you really asked the right person."
Hearing Qin Feng's request, Ziegler couldn't help but laugh, waved and said: "I happen to have an oil tank here. Someone sends oil here every other month, and now I still have almost half of the tank..."
The oil tank Ziegler mentioned is actually not big, and can only store seven to eight hundred kilograms of gasoline at best.
However, this solved Qin Feng's urgent need. After driving the car to the backyard, Qin Feng not only filled up the fuel tank, but also filled up the spare oil barrel.
"Brother Ziegler, why are you the only one here?"
While refueling, Qin Feng walked around the entire yard. Through the wind-leak window, he could clearly see that except for the more than ten sheep raised in the backyard, there seemed to be people living here.
Ziegler alone.
"There is no way, the environment here is too difficult."
Ziegler smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said: "There were originally four people in this police station, as well as several joint defense team members, but those people were all transferred back to the city, and the joint defense team members also stopped working..."
According to Ziegler, the area where Qin Feng is now is not very far from Russia, and this place bordering Russia is affected by the Siberian cold current every year.
The low temperature of minus 40 to 50 degrees Celsius is not something ordinary people can withstand. Last year, after a policeman froze to death while patrolling, the other three people tried their best to get back.
"Is the environment so bad?"
Qin Feng was stunned for a moment when he heard this. The prairie in front of him was in the cool season of late summer. Although the temperature was not very high, it had nothing to do with the cold.
"It's a good season for you to come. Let's see in a month."
Ziegler asked Qin Feng to sit down in the yard and said, "Don't leave tonight. The wolves on the grassland are very powerful now. If you encounter a pack of wolves, your car will not be safe..."
"Huh? Isn't it said that wolves are the most dangerous in winter?" Qin Fengzai asked with some confusion. It stands to reason that food is scarce in winter, and wolves are the most ferocious at that time.
"As winter approaches, wolves are most dangerous."
Ziegler shook his head and said: "When the weather is about to get cold, they will store fat. During this time, they eat a lot, and the herdsmen also suffer the greatest losses in their livestock..."
"Xiao Qin, you sit down first while I go and take care of the sheep. Let's roast the whole sheep for dinner tonight."
After explaining a few words to Qin Feng, Ziegler stood up and said with a smile: "I have some mare's milk here. I'm taking advantage of you today. That Erguotou is quite strong..."
"I have a lot of wine in my car. I'll leave a box for you later..." Qin Feng laughed when he heard this. He bought these wines at a roadside supermarket when he was about to leave the capital. Unexpectedly, he actually sent them.
Used.
"That's good, Xiao Qin, just wait, we'll start eating soon."
There are almost no people on the grassland who are not good at drinking. Hearing Qin Feng's words, Ziegler couldn't help but be overjoyed and went straight to the sheep pen at the back of the yard to pick out a sheep.
Ziegler killed the sheep very quickly. In less than half an hour, he put a sheep on the bonfire and roasted it. At this time, the sky also darkened. Qin Feng and Ziegler
The two sat next to the campfire.
"Smells, it really smells good?"
Smelling the tangy aroma, Qin Feng moved his index finger. He had never eaten roasted whole lamb before, but this was the first time he encountered such an original dish.
"Come on, try it first..." Both of them were sitting on the floor. Ziegler used a knife to cut a piece of meat from the roasted golden leg of lamb and placed it on the oilcloth in front of Qin Feng.
"It's delicious. Come on, Brother Ziegler, let me toast you..." Qin Feng poured a bottle of Erguotou into two teapots. One cup was exactly half a catty.
"Brother Ziegler, where are your family? Why aren't they here?" After two ounces of wine, Qin Feng and Ziegler started chatting.
"They live in the city..."
Hearing Qin Feng mention his family, Ziegler's resolute face showed a gentle look, and he said: "My children have to go to school, and the conditions here are too bad. I will go back every month..."
"The conditions here are too difficult."
Qin Feng nodded and changed the topic: "Brother Ziegler, what happened in the market town today? Why are those people so hostile to me?"
Qin Feng could tell that Ziegler didn't seem to want to bring up this topic, so he hadn't asked it since he arrived at the police station. It wasn't until now that both of them had drank some wine that Qin Feng asked again.
"Men from the grasslands actually have the broadest minds."
Ziegler picked up the teapot and took a sip of wine, then said: "We all welcome you Han people to come to the grassland to do business, but what they don't welcome is your car..."
"military vehicle?"
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows. He now knew what the problem was, but he was still confused. It had been more than 50 years since the liberation, and he still hated the soldiers so much.
"Yes, actually it was nothing before, but in the past two years or so, the grassland has not been peaceful..."
Ziegler sighed and said: "Xiao Qin, you don't know that our underground gold reserves are very rich. A few years ago, many people made a fortune from gold mining..."
While drinking, Ziegler told Qin Feng the reason for the encounter he encountered today.
It turns out that just four or five years ago, a very prestigious and powerful man in the local area discovered an open-pit gold mine, so he organized people to mine it.
With the production of gold, news gradually spread, attracting gold diggers from all directions, and this originally poor and closed grassland gradually became lively.
Wherever there are people, there will be liveliness, but similarly, where there are people, there will be fights. With the emergence of gold mines, various security cases have increased, putting great pressure on the local government.
At this time, the man who originally mined the gold mine formed a large number of mine protection teams with guns and ammunition, and eradicated the foreign forces one by one, forming a situation where one family was the only one.
And this man became very famous for a while, and was called the King of Gold. In those few years, almost all foreign gold diggers worked in his gold mines, and he was very powerful.
The local snakes drove away the strong dragon. This was only temporary. With such a big piece of fat, the external forces were naturally unwilling to give up. They had already been secretly planning it.
However, in this place on the grassland, King Jin has the right time, place and people, and outsiders cannot fight with him at all, and lose miserably every time.
After doing this several times, those outside forces finally chose a lose-lose approach. Last winter, an army raided the Gold King's gold mine.
After breaking up the gold king's mine protection team of nearly a hundred people, he arrested the gold king and announced that the gold mines were owned by the state and could not be mined by private individuals, finally ending the competition for gold mines on the grassland.
However, although the ownership of the gold mine has been determined, this grassland has become increasingly chaotic, because in other places, some gold mines with smaller yields still exist.
Moreover, those foreign gold diggers and local forces loyal to the King of Gold will be very unhappy with the government's approach.
For a period of time, they even expelled many people from government agencies. If Ziegler had not been born here, I am afraid he would have been expelled now.
"The underground reserve materials are originally owned by the state."
After listening to Ziegler explain the cause of the chaos, Qin Feng couldn't help but shook his head and said: "You don't care about people like this who commit crimes in public? What if there is a murder?"
"There is no way..."
Ziegler smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said: "This place is very close to Russia, and the border is too long. Those who killed people only need to hide in Russia, and what can the police do?"
Ziegler knew that this place was a paradise for criminals. Among the various people, there were many who had committed serious crimes in the mainland and escaped. Almost every month he entertained several groups of people who came from the mainland to pursue them.
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ps: Two updates will start tomorrow. By the way, brothers, we have added a public platform for eye piercing. The name is: Eye piercing real. Fat people will take photos, hahaha