While Yelentina was interrogating the new arrivals, Yang Mingzhi was busy with his own affairs. [He was brewing a plan, but since it was not a combat plan, there was no meeting to discuss it.
In addition to this plan, some troubles are also bothering him.
"It will rain for a long time and the air will be moist. It's best to have a sunny day so I can dry out my clothes."
Yang Tao listened carefully to her husband's complaint that the clothes had to be washed when they should be washed. It was rainy and rainy outside, so the clothes had to be dried indoors.
"Brother, please stop complaining. The rain will always stop. Isn't it said that it has entered the rainy season? There will always be intermittent rainfall this month. We can bear with it."
"Okay. I'll bear it!" Yang Mingzhi closed the booklet and leaned back on the chair quietly.
He is an army officer, so he naturally stays at home when he has no official duties. Although it rained a lot during this period, the house did not leak at all. This old man seems to be rude, and he is very rough in civil engineering projects.
Bang bang bang, there was a knock on the door.
"Report to the deputy division commander, there is an urgent meeting!" the orderer shouted through the door.
"Okay, I understand. Just back off!"
I thought I could take a lazy day off, but I was interrupted by the meeting. Yang Mingzhi stretched, stood up slowly, turned to his wife, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed doing needlework, and said: "You
After finishing the work at hand, continue to review the Chinese characters. I will check it when I come back."
"okay."
Yang Tao subconsciously touched the small book beside him. Since there had been no military operations in the past few days, he had more free time and took the opportunity to learn some cultural knowledge.
"Just so you know, practice your writing in a while. If you don't write well, I will spank you when you come back."
Yang Mingzhi said this jokingly, but Yang Tao understood, and of course she stuck out her tongue coquettishly. After sewing the patch, the girl sat at the table and copied the new words she learned with a pen.
Naturally, Yang Mingzhi went to the division headquarters in the drizzle. "With this unlucky weather, my glasses are all covered with water." After entering the room, Yang Mingzhi complained.
"Okay, you don't have to complain. I can't believe that if we don't fight for a while, you will wear your glasses as if you are an intellectual. Also, the workmanship of your glasses is quite special." Yelentina teased.
But Yang Mingzhi was unnaturally surprised. Could it be that he was being targeted by her? These glasses are a thing of the 21st century. The frames are made of resin. Although they can be made with great effort in this era, glasses manufacturers still like them.
Metal frames.
Yang Mingzhi held back his emotions and said tentatively: "The call for me this time must have something to do with the military, and it has nothing to do with my little glasses." He found his seat and sat down. "What, did the superiors ask us to attack again?
What city?”
"Of course not!" Elena said relaxedly, which also made Yang Mingzhi breathe a sigh of relief.
"Okay, now it's my turn to speak." Yevlov looked around and said, "That's it, our peripheral scouts discovered some very special people. They came from the east bank of the Dnieper River. A total of
They are two people, both are college students and members of the Communist Youth League."
"Oh? Is there such a thing?"
Yang Mingzhi was very aware of this history. After the war began, the Soviet Union sent many people to infiltrate enemy-occupied areas in order to form a large number of guerrillas. Since it was to form a team, the leadership of the Soviet Communist Party was very important. A large number of old Bolsheviks and Communist Youth League members
He took the lead and eventually became the backbone of each guerrilla unit.
But history is cruel. When the enemy is at the height of his power, operations behind enemy lines in other areas are not good.
At this point in time, Yang Mingzhi had already anticipated that macro history was proceeding steadily. He asked tentatively: "Are those two people credible? Well, I mean, we have already taken in a lot of people.
The enemy must also be looking for us. If..."
Yelentina immediately understood the meaning and said seriously: "There is no problem with them, and they are loyal to the organization. I carefully checked the identities of these two people. They are indeed members of the Communist Youth League, and their documents are not forged."
"So did you let them say that word?" Yang Mingzhi continued to ask.
"Yes, and their Russian is very authentic. You must know that there are many Belarusians in our team, and there are certain differences between Belarusian and Russian. Those two people spoke very authentic Russian, and even knew a lot of slang words. Now I
In the name of the NKVD, I assure you that those two comrades are indeed comrades."
Yelentina was so steadfast in her vow that Yang Mingzhi no longer doubted her and Yevlov completely trusted her.
At this meeting, Yang Mingzhi received important information that was expected, that is, a large number of Communist Youth League members were infiltrating into the vast enemy-occupied areas.
Yang Mingzhi was very excited and slapped his thigh: "Great, now we will have a new group of new troops with a strong will to fight. We are also worried that the combat effectiveness will decline due to the long-term war and due to the attrition of personnel. Now we have
With a group of loyal Bolsheviks, the combat effectiveness will probably increase."
On this issue, everyone is excited, but everyone also remains rational. "Since many people will come over, the military's combat effectiveness will naturally increase. But we must also be careful not to waste talents." Yelentina
road.
She talked about the two people, Vilkin and Bielski. "These two young men were sophomores in college. Due to the needs of the war, they took a leave of absence and were sent on missions by the organization. But both of them were studying literature.
, they also have a very good culture, it would be a pity for them if they were too easily injured or sacrificed as front-line soldiers."
"So what's the attitude of these two people?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"Of course it's crazy to go to the battlefield. The fact that a writer joins the army can be publicized, but it is a waste to actually let the writer die."
These words actually came out of her mouth, and Yang Mingzhi couldn't help complaining: "Just a few months ago, a woman held a revolver and drove a group of professors and students to the position, and many people died in the battle."
"That's an order!" Yelentina stood up suddenly, her cheeks rosy. "I know you are talking about me, and I actually don't think it is correct, but an order is an order, and I must execute it.*
***** is effective for all citizens.”
"So now we have the choice to decide that some people don't have to go to the front line." Yang Mingzhi asked.
"Yes. We must set a rule. Some people who enter the military camp in the future are not born to fight. Comrade Ulyanov once said that everyone must play their role. Those two who studied literature
, they can serve as propaganda mouthpieces for our army, and can serve as political commissars. They are responsible for writing articles, printing them in the Blacksmith Village and distributing them to the soldiers to encourage everyone to continue fighting."
Yang Mingzhi nodded, this was indeed very reasonable.
"So, people from the chemical school are assigned to the arsenal, people from the medical school are assigned to Raslyutin, and writers are assigned to be clerks or teachers. If you really can't find a place to go, can you go to the grassroots and become a political commissar?"
Yelentina sat down calmly, "Hey, actually you understand what I mean very well."
"That is, we must establish a scientific outlook and make the best use of everything. You are the political commissar of the division, and you are responsible for everything in life. As the deputy division commander, I very much support what you are doing." After that,
Yang Mingzhi raised his eyes and looked at Yevlov. "How about that? This is how we will do it from now on."
"Yes, let's do it."
"Okay! So this meeting is basically over, right? I still have to go back and see how that girl Besica is doing in her studies."
Yang Mingzhi had just stood up. Obviously there were still other issues in the meeting. Yevlov waved his hand. "There is one more thing. Regarding the issue of eating, we must be foolproof."
Yang Mingzhi slowly sat down again. He knew what the so-called eating problem was without even thinking about it. "Why, is there a big problem with our granary? I remember it was just some potato mold."
Yevlov has received some very serious reports these days, and regretfully explained the situation. It turned out that due to the war and rain, the original granary construction could not keep up with the plan. The rain came as soon as it came, and it kept coming for a long time, and many potatoes rotted.
It can only be used as poultry feed. "It is preliminary estimated that this rain has caused 10% of potato sprouts or ** to be an established fact, and some flour has also been helplessly affected by moisture. Originally, there was no food shortage in our plan.
Considering a natural disaster like this, we still have to think of some solutions. I don't want the soldiers to be hungry and then remember that we didn't take the preparation measures before."
Yang Mingzhi's heart skipped a beat, because more and more refugees entered the swamp, and there would be a large group of energetic Communist Youth League members in the future, so the food reserves were lost a lot. It is true that Lao Maozi's granary technology has not been very good for hundreds of years.
Likewise, after the war, Soviet agriculture was still in very bad shape.
Since ancient times, soldiers and horses have moved ahead with food and grass. If the troops are short of food, the consequences can be imagined.
"This is the current situation. For future development, we can only reduce the food ration. Alas, there is no way." Yevlov plans to use the tiger balm rationing system to reduce the physical rations for non-combatants.
Guarantee the rations of the soldiers. This is the war era. Ordinary people in the Soviet Union are very simple. They will definitely accept this decision gladly. Because people are not stupid. If this swamp is captured by the enemy, this piece of paradise will be in the enemy-occupied area.
It will instantly turn into a hell on earth and everyone will die.
Yang Mingzhi heard what he said, and some of his words were about cutting costs. "I think, sir, your plan is too conservative. If it is a food shortage, I think in fact, this is the least likely problem here," he pointed out.
Pointing to the east, "That's the Dnieper River over there, and to the west of us is the Pripet River. The recent rain has made the river water rise a lot, and the catfish have come to the shallow water to look for drowned animals. Besides, it's autumn, and wild ducks and geese are also coming.
They come here in groups to overwinter. There is a lot of food around us! We can catch fish on a large scale."
Regarding fishing, Yevlov knows that many villagers have already started this operation, but how much they can catch is a question.
"Actually, I think that through large-scale fishing, quantitative changes can turn into qualitative changes. One thing I didn't tell you is that Liguschkov and I have already made a plan. We made a large number of small explosives, and then
Throw the fish into the water and fry it. It is so simple, crude and efficient, we can get a huge amount of fish in an instant, and then pickle it with salt to become salted fish, or dry it into dried fish."
These words were like a fish falling into a trap, and Yevlov's eyes lit up. (To be continued.) 8