In order to avoid ostentation, Yang Mingzhi wore the casual clothes provided by them, with a woolen coat on top and a marching hat on his head. If it weren't for his flat oriental face, at first glance, he would look just like the people on the street.
He looks like a traveler.
No, he is still quite special. Because most of the men walking on the street are middle-aged, and their slightly hunched figures prove everything.
Yang Mingzhi is not the case. He is a seven-foot tall man with his head held high and his chest high. It is rare for such a man to roam freely. He should be a soldier and go to the front line.
In the city of Moscow, all young men are serving as soldiers. Almost all the people you can see on the streets are middle-aged and elderly people. Young women have also been organized to become the main force of production in factories.
The new clothes fit quite well, and the leather shoes also fit well. Yang Mingzhi looked at his wife, and had to say that compared to adult Russian women, she still looked too young.
This is the racial gap. They gave Star Tao some clothes based on the standard figure of an eighteen-year-old Russian girl. Among them, the extremely elastic underwear can fit her figure perfectly, while the other clothes are generally too big for her to wear.
Wear a warm coat, which is too loose.
"Brother, I didn't realize yesterday that these clothes were a little inappropriate."
"You don't need to be hugged. If you have clothes to wear, you won't be forced by the quilt." Yang Mingzhi spoke in Chinese. Captain Lalin couldn't understand it, but he could make a rough guess.
"Comrade General, it seems that your wife's clothes don't fit you?"
"Of course, as you can see, it's obvious."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. We didn't take good care of it. I think I can send someone to find some new clothes that fit..."
"No need. If you insist on doing so, I have no objection."
Yang Mingzhi thought of something, that is, after chatting with Ponomarenko until noon, he would not be able to finish the next two things immediately after lunch. He would go to the savings bank to settle the money matter, and by the way, he would withdraw some money to buy something at a state-owned clothing store.
Some new clothes, although supplies are relatively tight now, the shelves will not be empty. Besides, when moving into a new home, will the daily necessities provided by Lao Maozi suit my appetite? I'm afraid not.
At any time, when you move into a new home, you have to buy something new. It is said that if a house is worth a lot of money, some daily necessities from the old house must also be moved.
He had nothing of his old wealth, only the insignificant but significant few common possessions he and his wife had - a small wooden box and its contents.
"Comrade Captain, will I stay in my own house tonight?"
"Yes! That is a villa on the outskirts of Moscow. It is state property. The original residents moved to Kuibyshev, and the right to use it is handed over to you."
Yang Mingzhi nodded.
The state gives citizens houses to live in. The property rights belong to the state, and citizens only have the right to use them. China in that dimension also learned from the Soviet Union's strategy for a period of time. For example, all graduating college students were given a house, and as for the real estate certificate,
No, there is no upper limit on the period of use. From a pragmatic point of view, this is free housing.
He has an affinity for Lao Maozi's arrangement. The house is not privately owned, and at least buying some clothes and daily necessities is privately owned.
Moscow is so big, even if supplies are tight, the "eternal capital" will not have supply problems. It's just that the supply is smaller and the price is higher.
These two are not difficult. I have 1.4 million rubles, but I am still worried that I cannot buy some suitable clothes for my wife?
Yang Mingzhi did not think so much and continued: "I am very satisfied to have a new house to live in. After all, the Kremlin is the property of the people of the entire alliance. It is indeed not suitable for me to live here for a long time. After important matters are resolved, you have to accompany me."
Walk around the city."
"Do you want to go shopping?"
"Of course! No matter what, I have to go sightseeing and buy some necessary supplies."
"Want to serve you."
Yang Mingzhi nodded. After he finished everything in the bathroom, he urged his sober wife to brush her tooth again. This was not finished. After cleaning, Yang Mingzhi took out the tube of toothpaste.
"Comrade Captain, I heard that there is a shortage of supplies in the city. In order to avoid embarrassment, I brought the toothpaste with me. Do you think that's okay? Of course, I will pay for it."
"Oh? This... of course there is no problem. You should also take a closer look. There is a line of small words spray-painted on the tin tube of toothpaste."
"Small print?" Yang Mingzhi typed carefully and saw clearly the words "NKVD Special Offer".
"Haha, is this a special supply?"
"Of course!" the captain explained, "you are right to worry. The supply of supplies for ordinary citizens is indeed limited, but supplies for the army have always been abundant, and they must be ensured. We belong to the troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs garrisoning Moscow, and we enjoy the same treatment
It’s also extremely high. You are a general, and you are commanding a de jure internal affairs force. As long as you are interested, we will provide cleaning and sanitary supplies free of charge.”
"This solves a big thing. Okay, I'll leave it to you."
Yang Mingzhi took all the clothes they gave him and even "scooped" them in the toilet. What he got was still limited. After all, all the equipment in the room were the so-called "people's wealth."
Moscow's current defenses are impregnable. Because of the huge cloud barrier composed of released balloons, the damage to the city from air raids has been minimized. Maybe German spies and saboteurs have been mixed into the city, and Yang Mingzhi doesn't want to show off.
He left the room, and after eating a very simple breakfast, he and his wife left the majestic Kremlin in a very low-key manner.
What is Moscow like in the morning?
As the car drove on the slightly narrow Red Square, Yang Mingzhi looked left and right, first to admire the scenery of the wartime city, and secondly to look for stores that were open for business.
"Captain, I have a favor for you today."
"This is my mission."
"Well, I sincerely thank you. My military uniform, some changes of clothes, and even my most important personal belongings are all placed in the trunk of the car. You must take good care of them."
"Of course." Captain Larin, who was sitting in the co-pilot, smiled disdainfully, "Which idiot dares to provoke us? In this city, there is only one type of person who dares to provoke us, and that is the German spy. You
Don't worry, I will keep a close eye on your things."
"It is true that no one dares to provoke you, only you provoke others." Yang Mingzhi shook his head and continued to ask, "Next, shall we go straight to the guerrilla movement headquarters?"
"Yes, we will be there in a moment."
Let’s talk about the urban layout of Moscow, the “eternal capital” of the Russians. It was originally a small castle built on the Moskva River. Over the past eight hundred years, the castle has been continuously transformed and eventually became the center of the city today, the Kremlin.
With the palace as the center, more than ten main roads radiate out in all directions, and several ring streets surround the city center layer by layer.
The car was traveling on a wide street named Gorky. Yes, the street was named after the late Soviet writer Gorky.
The entire city was camouflaged, and all the wide main roads had to be even more camouflaged. Municipal workers used paint to camouflage the cement road maps, so that the pilots of the reconnaissance planes from a bird's eye view could not see the streets clearly, and it seemed as if the ground was all residential areas.
Seeing that the general was interested, Captain Larin introduced him by the way: "This is Gorky Street. Please note that there are some shops on both sides of the road."
"Yes, I saw it all. In the afternoon, we can come here for a stroll?"
"I don't suggest it." The captain said kindly, "We can go to the east of the Kremlin, where the largest department store in Moscow is. You may not believe it, but even if the supply of supplies is tight, at least there are some supplies in that building.
The supply is still sufficient.”
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
The feeling of shopping freely with a lot of money in hand is really exciting.
Yang Mingzhi is also looking forward to the head-on contact with Ponomarenko. It will definitely be a refreshing meeting.
The car traveled along the avenue for about three kilometers, then turned into a slightly narrow road. After a while, it stopped in front of a four-story building with luxurious exterior.
At least in this time and space, the four-story building with Roman columns built during the Tsarist Russia era was indeed a tall building.
"We're here, this is the guerrilla movement headquarters."
"It's great. We can finally meet our boss who has been controlling us remotely for a year." Yang Mingzhi slapped his face hard and became energetic.
He opened the door and pulled his slightly nervous wife out.
The guards standing guard were alert to all those who came here. The leader of the guard was informed of today's mission and knew that General Berekov, an expert in guerrilla warfare, was coming. They all knew that the general had a rare oriental face, and that was what he saw.
face.
The guards did not dare to relax at all. Even if they were almost certain that it was the general, they still had to go through the necessary inspection procedures.
Yang Mingzhi also did not dare to be impulsive. To meet his boss, sufficient energy and energy were necessary.
It was too late to suddenly change into the general uniform. Just under the steps, he suddenly hung all the medals stuffed in his pockets on his chest. The number of medals and their profound connotations really shocked the guards.
Not only the generals, but also the generals' wives, a Gold Star Medal has untold persuasive power.
Just as the guards suppressed their nervousness and checked the general's ID as usual, the foreman of the guard made a phone call to Ponomarenko himself who was waiting on the third floor - General Berekov had arrived.
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From a macro perspective, the guerrilla movement in the entire alliance has come out of its trough since the beginning of summer, and the work in Belarus is undoubtedly the best. Secondly, there are the guerrillas existing in the forests near Leningrad. The city has been able to persist until now, in the midst of hunger.
It was still able to withstand the enemy's offensive, and the guerrillas also made a great contribution.
Many large guerrilla groups built small airports in their guerrilla areas, so that the Soviet army could take off and land dexterously with only light reconnaissance aircraft. For example, they could transport precious salt and medicine, and pick up outstanding commanders to report back to the rear.
.
Ponomarenko's work was once opposed by the Military Commission, but now he has gained great trust from Stalin. It is funny to say that the main reason why he can gain trust is the continuous high-intensity military operations of the Guerrilla Republic.
Ponomarenko did not make major decisions, and Yang Mingzhi did not fully implement the orders he issued. In fact, Yang Mingzhi disobeyed orders many times in the past year. Because of his super execution ability, all the disobediences eventually turned into major consequences.
victory.
Stalin had too many things to consider. As a result of the victory, he not only changed his doubts about the effectiveness of the guerrilla movement, but also believed that only Ponomarenko could take charge of the overall situation.
The once deserted building began to become lively. On September 3, he had a lively chat with the three guerrilla captains who had landed. The symposium lasted until the night. It was not until the distinguished guests from afar could no longer resist the fatigue of traveling and traveling that they met.
Finish.
Let’s send away a group of guests for the time being, and the next day the biggest and most important guest will be - Lieutenant General Belekov.
Because of exhaustion and excitement, Ponomarenko did not go back to his home. He slept in the lounge of the building until dawn and returned to his office as soon as possible. He stayed on the phone and stood by the window from time to time to see if
A visitor comes to visit.
Finally, the call he had been waiting for so long came.
"I know, let them go upstairs immediately."
After hanging up the phone, Ponomarenko was in a hurry. He dressed neatly and sat upright in front of his desk.
Stalin was able to maintain a calm demeanor when meeting any guests. Ponomarenko, on the other hand, could not help but shake his legs under his calm appearance. Fortunately, he was blocked by the wide work space so that he would not be embarrassed.
"I have already met Stalin. There is nothing to be afraid of in this country. We should be friends with that Bo, so let's go and hug him warmly as if we were meeting old friends." Yang Mingzhi has already thought about meeting him.
Countermeasures.
The closed wooden door was opened, and the eyes of the two people who had never met before but had fought side by side for a long time finally intertwined.
"Oh! It must be you! Comrade Berekov." The suppressed excitement finally couldn't be suppressed. Ponomarenko's legs almost stood up on their own, driving his whole body, and trotted all the way to Yang Mingzhi.
What is going on? So enthusiastic?
Yang Mingzhi puffed up his chest and saluted with a serious face: "Report to Comrade Commander-in-Chief! Peter Ivanovich Berekov and his wife are reporting to you."
"Excuse me. I am Panteleimon Kondradyevich Ponomarenko. We...we finally meet."
"Oh yes!"
Yang Mingzhi ignored the opponent's enthusiastic outstretched right hand and hugged him directly with open arms. Ponomarenko was deeply moved by this warm and unobtrusive expression.
Hugs are short-lived, debriefing is the most important thing.
Yang Mingzhi calmed down and then introduced his wife, especially to highlight the many medals she had won.
While Ponomarenko was feeling emotional, he also paid special attention to the swollen belly of the general's wife. He couldn't help but think a lot: "This is such a lucky man. He was received by the leader at a young age and will be used in important positions. His beautiful wife is pregnant."
.I’m really envious, this man has the same military rank as me.” (To be continued)