"You are all here! What a surprise!" Yang Mingzhi was very happy to see these people again, and he stood up slowly.
This move was still worrying. Salinchkin quickly walked over and helped his arm: "Don't move around, just sit like this! Look, not only am I here, they are also here! We have something to talk about."
thing!"
According to Chinese custom, relatives and friends have to spend some time chatting with each other when visiting a patient. Now these old people still want to get down to business as soon as possible.
In this way, Yang Mingzhi first asked about the daily arrangements of the guerrilla republic during the so-called long-term rain period.
It was indeed Salinchkin's job to investigate these matters. Detailed reports needed to be written into documents, so he gave a brief explanation of the current situation.
Yang Mingzhi was all ears, and soon, he had a systematic understanding of the current situation of the soldiers and peaceful residents.
"Well, I believe that everyone can do a good job in preventing rain, and military warehouses and food warehouses can also avoid moisture invasion. I am completely relieved about this issue! What worries me the most now is the radar issue!"
Salinchkin quickly answered: "Radar? Don't worry! The comrades from the design bureau have already started to take action, don't worry! They have brought your drawings, I think there will be no problem!"
"You really think highly of me and them too!" Yang Mingzhi gave a slightly haggard wry smile and started preaching again: "On the issue of radar, you are all primary school students! I can say without any shame that when it comes to manufacturing radars, I have no experience in the Soviet Union.
I am a cutting-edge person! Because I have completely understood the structure of radar, but other comrades do not understand it!"
"Yes! We all know it!"
"It's a pity that I fell ill suddenly. It was my fault. I should have paid attention when I started coughing a few days ago. I didn't expect that I suddenly fell into a fever and coma!"
"So you should take a good rest now! Comrade Commander!" Yevlov comforted, "You are too tired from work on weekdays. You either lead the troops to fight in person or use your brain desperately! You are a powerful tank. You are like this frequently.
Parts will get damaged if you use them too much. You really need to make some repairs!"
Yang Mingzhi chuckled: "What an interesting metaphor. What you said is correct, I am indeed too busy. But I really can't stop, because the enemy will not rest!" As he said this, he also gave Salinqi
Jin winked, which was like a reminder.
What does this look mean? Salinchkin is a little confused. Maybe this person’s remarks are deliberately emphasizing that he is dedicated to the Soviet Union! How to understand? Is it because his wife and Natasha have both received the Gold Star Medal?
He is hinting that he hopes to get a new medal?!
In short, when I saw him again, his energy and energy had recovered a lot, and everyone's nervousness could relax a little.
The main leaders of the Guerrilla Republic suddenly arrived, and soon the director of the party, Raslyutin, also hurried over.
"Comrade Dean, how long will our commander probably have to recuperate here?!" Salinchkin asked quickly.
"This... the commander is sick from overwork after all. I think he should take a week's rest."
"A week? Not much."
Hearing this time, others were not anxious, but Yang Mingzhi was really anxious. His expression changed drastically, "No! A week! Where do I have so much time in a week? I think I can sleep for one more day at most, so that's what I should do
Let’s get down to business! I must build the radar in the shortest possible time, otherwise the Germans may come to bomb!”
Raslyutin is an old man who has seen the world, and because of his status as a doctor, he has no reason to be afraid of the commander. He warned with an old face: "Comrade Commander! To tell you the truth, you are sick because of your physical weakness!
Think about the life you have lived during this period, you have hardly ever rested on a decent bed! You must take a good rest, otherwise, you will sacrifice."
Yang Mingzhi was speechless for a moment, what this person said was too serious!
Death?! Who wants to die? As a soldier, he has the consciousness of dying in battle. Soldiers don’t want to die of illness and are useless!
"Alas!" He looked up at the ceiling with his proud head and sighed, "It seems that I still have to listen to the doctor's orders!"
"Of course you have to listen to the doctor's orders! Because your wife is the doctor!" Raslyutin joked like this, which made the ward even more cheerful.
At this point, everyone who came to visit began to chat about non-official matters.
There were four people sitting in the special care ward, with the rest outside. The four grown men talked about their daily lives, which basically had nothing to do with the military, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.
Especially when the time came in the evening and it was time for the commander to have a snack, the aroma coming from the crack in the door directly attracted everyone's attention. Yang Tao personally entered the ward carrying the patient meal she had made by herself. This bowl of stewed beef noodles had already
Those two wooden sticks instantly attracted everyone's attention.
It is almost human instinct to get together to discuss food. Furthermore, it is also a beautiful thing to talk about when the patient's wife brings the food in person. Noodles, one of the representatives of Chinese food, have just taken root in this guerrilla republic and begun to
A new development has occurred. Most soldiers eat noodles at least once a week. Perhaps because of the effectiveness of practice, perhaps out of curiosity, or simply to kill boredom, many soldiers have also begun to take the initiative to learn how to use chopsticks, and many smart people have completely learned it!
After Carambola brought the delicious meal, she left a little shyly. Her husband had stopped the infusion and his hands had fully recovered their strength. He no longer had to feed himself with chopsticks one by one when eating!
The girl's exquisite figure made Yevlov think for a while: "Berekov, I really envy you. Your wife is really perfect."
"Haha! You still don't know what she is like. After all, we have been comrades-in-arms for two years! Speaking of which, you were still somewhat prejudiced against us at that time!"
"Oh? These things?" Salinchkin became interested. In addition, he did have reasons to know Yang Mingzhi's past stories.
Yang Mingzhi kept an eye on it. After all, he had traveled through time and this matter was too bizarre. Regarding his past and his closest wife, he made up stories to fool her and pretended to be a ghost to scare her. That girl was simple and easy to fool.
This Salinchkin is more difficult to deal with!
Yang Mingzhi ate the bowl of delicious food in full view of everyone and casually talked about the past in the Far East.
He was still worried about some things, especially whether Tass News Agency would have any important broadcasts in the past few days! Therefore, the conversation was quickly taken away by him.
"Okay, comrades! I have been busy with the radar these days, and I didn't even pay attention to what kind of telegrams we received from our superiors during this period! Especially from Moscow! I think the guerrilla movement headquarters should also have a new message.
Give me the task!"
"This?!" Salinchkin paused and said slowly: "I received a message from the leader, the content is very important!"