Yang Tao has always stayed in the hospital, except when the large army returned home in triumph, she ran to Mixi Ferry to pick him up. Yang Mingzhi learned a lot about the hospital from her, as well as the story of her herbal medicine saving lives that she was suspected of boasting about.
Natasha did not need to mention her performance in the battle in front of the commander, but briefly explained some of her experiences in the youth camp.
As for Liu Hongxiu, this child is more reserved and keeps saying that if he contributes to the battle, it will be a small contribution.
The meal started before the sun had set, until night fell, and the dormitory was filled with laughter. Such a scene would inevitably give people the illusion that this is the peaceful family life that should be! Listening to the laughter of the children, Yang
Mingzhi's nerves, which have been tense for a long time and will continue to be tense, are given a rare opportunity to relax.
He knew that he was going to attend the ribbon-cutting of the train on May 25, and after that, there were more things to do.
It was already late at night, and everyone, including the pot of noodles, had eaten so much that there was no soup left. The children returned to their dormitories, and Yang Mingzhi and Yang Tao finally returned to their little world.
From every angle, she still looked like a child, but Yang Mingzhi also knew that her lower abdomen was a little different from before.
"This woman is gentle on the one hand, but she is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp!" Yang Mingzhi spoke very well of his wife. She is brave and capable, and has a far higher resistance to blood than ordinary people. This kind of person is indeed very suitable to be a soldier.
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However, she is still a woman, and Yang Mingzhi also knows that as her husband, he owes her a lot. From that perspective, his understanding of the group of military wives, and his comparison with others, reminds him of Yang Tao's journey.
I saw her just about to put away the pots and bowls and carry them to the outdoor water press. Yang Mingzhi squeaked: "Xiao Tao! Leave these things to me, you don't have to do anything."
"It's okay, these are all what I should do!"
"Don't tire yourself, you've been busy in the hospital all day!" As he said this, he grabbed the tableware and criticized, pretending to be angry: "You are different now from before! You are two people now, don't
Tired baby."
In this way, Yang Tao let go of his hand happily.
The happiness between husband and wife often lies in the little things in daily life. As the military wife who stays in the guerrilla base area, she will not only face loneliness, but also always worry about the safety of her husband who is commanding the war abroad.
Yang Mingzhi boasted that he owed too much. He not only had to clean the pots and dishes himself, but also wash the clothes. In order to show his sincerity, he did not bother the guards with these things. At the end, it was best to rub her feet.
After all, this woman is easily moved. When she showed an intoxicating smile of relief, Yang Mingzhi knew that his little family was truly settled.
It is more important for everyone to settle down the family well.
The future development of the Guerrilla Republic is basically in the hands of a multi-field elite of less than ten people. Yang Mingzhi believes that he is the elite of the elite.
This peaceful and peaceful night passed, and as the wake-up call for a new day sounded melodiously, a hard and fulfilling day began.
Today is the last day of the soldiers' holiday. Early in the morning, they shouted slogans and ran for two kilometers. After that, they went to the camp and did whatever they liked.
Yang Mingzhi went to the headquarters early, met Yevlov and others there, and then went straight to the newly built small train station in Blacksmith Village.
At first glance, the so-called Blacksmith Village Railway Station is nothing more than a few sturdy wooden houses covered by towering red pines, and a small platform made of home-made burned bricks and cement. A rather regular track runs through it.
This, despite its small size, is the railway hub of the Guerrilla Republic. This train station can already perform advanced operations such as train track changes.
Its location is on the west side of the military camp, and the cover of the woods at least makes it feel safe. As we all know, the train station is basically equivalent to a freight warehouse. Currently, its highly concealed nature contributes to the strong sustainability of transportation.
Yang Mingzhi came a little late, and the ribbon-cutting ceremony was more grand. Not only did Salinchkin and Lyudbarev attend, but they and their subordinates also attended the ceremony as early as five o'clock in the morning when the sun had just risen.
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Seeing this group of people wearing standard uniforms, Yang Mingzhi felt a belated sense of guilt.
"Sorry, I'm late. I didn't expect that Comrade Shuji would also be here in person."
"Comrade Berekov, you came just in time! It will be you who will cut the rope and announce the opening of the railway in a moment! Look, if possible, the ceremony will be carried out immediately!"
"Without further delay, we'll get to work right away!"
From what Salinchin said, it seemed that this person was in a hurry and complained about Yang Mingzhi's lateness.
Yang Mingzhi's mind turned to the small train that stretched across the track. He recognized at a glance that the person standing next to the train was Peronsky himself. This man made great contributions to making the train and track a finished product.
Before he ordered the ribbon-cutting ceremony to start, he first had to take a close look at the train that had been summoned for so long. Because the reporter from the "Novgomel Times" was also there, he had to show special attention!
This locomotive looks very weird. It has a huge nose wrapped in iron mesh, and each engine is the engine of the original BT fast tank with a special appearance. The train driver is already standing upright in the cab without a roof.
The handle that controls the train is also the handle from an old tank, and the front wheels are actually modified from that old tank!
The only BT tank that was damaged was completely dismantled, and its parts were used in large quantities. Finally, it was reborn in the image of a locomotive, which was a good use of everything.
The rear end of the locomotive still pulls six carriages, which are scrapped parts of the tanks. Only the wheels and frames of the carriages are made of metal, and the other parts are made of solid oak. Now, the four carriages are full of black
Yang Mingzhi immediately guessed the use of the paint-painted gasoline can.
He did not hesitate to praise: "Haha! Peronisky, this time it is really possible to cut the ribbon and sell goods!"
"Yes! Comrade Commander! This train has already passed the completed line from Blacksmith Village to Catfish Village three times. Facts have proved that there is absolutely no problem with the train."
"So, if there is a problem, there may be a problem with the next line!" Yang Mingzhi just finished speaking, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.
And Peronisky puffed out his proud chest as if he had been struck by a provocation, and assured: "Commander, don't worry! The lines have also been inspected, and the railway administrator's patrol operations have been fully restored. I can responsibly say that the lines
Absolutely no problem.”
"You and your comrades are professional railway workers in Mozyr. You have built important railway lines in difficult times. You have made great contributions. Now, let's cut the ribbon quickly! I also want to take this train and go directly to the mine.
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The military band used limited instruments to play "Farewell to Slavic Women". This song was born during the Tsarist Russia and has been widely used in military celebrations since Tsarist Russia. The song is very familiar for this use. The train is about to rush to a destination more than ten kilometers away.
Mines, fertilizer plants!
After all, the ribbon-cutting ceremony was just a simple ceremony. Yang Mingzhi held a dagger and cut the hemp rope held by two soldiers with a small piece of red cloth tied in the middle. At this point, the military band suddenly changed to the majestic bugle sound, and the ribbon-cutting ceremony
The victory is over, and then the train will leave.
Peronisky made a report, and then he and his railway workers quickly boarded the two empty carriages. As the key person in charge of railway construction, it was his job to verify it himself.
As the commander, Yang Mingzhi actually stood on the platform aside and watched the train leave with a group of officials and military officers of the Guerrilla Republic.
He didn't plan to spend another day at the headquarters looking at documents, so he shook his neck, called a few guards, and climbed into the carriage in full view of everyone.
"Commander! You!" Peronisky was greatly surprised.
"Nothing! I was the one who proposed to build the railway, so I need to personally witness the normal operation of the railway."
He was the commander, and what he said was a military order. Peronisky also served as the leader of the independent regiment, so naturally he did not dare to talk nonsense. He only reminded worriedly: "Comrade Commander, since you have decided, I will not dissuade you. I will
Just a reminder, please cover your ears for a while."
Yang Mingzhi nodded, although he didn't know what he meant by this. On the contrary, those on the platform, especially Yevlov, yelled at a loss: "Berekov, what are you going to do?"
Are you going to the mine?"
"Maybe! I'll have to experience the efficiency of this train myself."
"You really know how to joke. If that's the case, then I'll go with you!" So Yevlov hurriedly ran over, shook off his fur coat, and sat down quickly on the hard board.