Stalin knew how to use money to buy the loyalty of his subordinates. How could Yang Mingzhi not know this?
After the guards gathered, he gave each person another hundred rubles and ordered: "You stay in the courtyard and stick to your posts. If anyone asks me, please report the license plate of the car so that I can find it."
One of the major problems that plagues people in this era is that it is difficult to exchange information quickly. Wireless phone technology is fully used by the military, but this technology consumes a lot of power and is very restricted by the natural environment.
Yang Mingzhi thought about it. Later, he and his wife drove the car at high speed on Lenin Street. If anyone ran to his house and wanted to find the owner, he would probably have to ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to contact the traffic police booths at various intersections and call them.
Did the police see the car with the relevant license plate?
He sat in the cab himself, and Lieutenant Grishenko sat in the passenger seat. His wife and Anne, the maid carrying a basket, were in the back seat.
"General, isn't this appropriate?" the second lieutenant asked cautiously, looking flattered.
"It's very suitable. Who would hate the feeling of driving?"
"But, you...you don't have a license yet."
"Haha, license." It is indeed a reason. Yang Mingzhi really doesn't want to say more. The driver's license is indeed an important document. Without a Soviet driver's license, you can't drive on the streets of the Soviet Union?
Yang Mingzhi shook his head, "I just forgot to ask Captain Lalin something."
"General, what's the matter?"
"I need a document to prove that this house is mine. Alas, I live in such a beautiful house without a document, and what if I drive without a document."
"General! I...I didn't mean that."
"Stop talking, let's set off. And you, show me the way. Let's go first...well, Comrade Anne."
"Here! General."
"Which market do you want to go to to buy food?"
"Go to Izmailovo Market. I think you can buy some useful goods there," Anne said.
"Okay, let's go there. Comrade Second Lieutenant, you can show us the way."
Speaking of Yang Mingzhi, after hearing the long name "Izmailovo", he actually felt a sense of familiarity.
Why does it look familiar? Oops! Could that market be the so-called "Ant Market"?
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was true, and he became more curious.
"Really... Ant Market? Does the market have a long history? No, it may be the first market in that area? It should be completely different from the next one." Yang Mingzhi thought.
In fact, Izmailovo is a place name with a long history. It was a settlement in the Principality of Moscow and later became part of the city of Moscow. This area is in the northeast of Moscow and contains the ancient Izmailovo Trinity Church.
However, the entire Izmailovo district is not particularly magical. It is a large settlement with a commodity distribution center, which is considered the largest open-air market in the northeast of Moscow.
Before the war, goods from the west of Moscow were often transported to the large market in Izmailovo District, and then distributed to various state-owned stores in the city for consumption by citizens throughout the city. The market itself was also a giant state-owned store, with nearby
Residents go to the market all the time to buy first-hand goods, and although the price of the goods remains constant no matter how they are transported.
The war broke out, and the stable market system suffered a heavy blow! Not only was the logistics from the West interrupted, hundreds of thousands of citizens in the Izmailovo District evacuated Moscow. The distribution volume of materials was reduced, the population dropped sharply, and the business of the entire market
Just because activity has waned does not mean that the open space where the market is located has been abandoned.
The important task today is to go to the hospital to pick up glasses. Yang Mingzhi guessed that going too early would cause trouble to the doctor? It might be better to go later. During the two days of this trip to Moscow, he and his wife were overloaded.
mechanical.
You should visit the capital of the Soviet Union and the future metropolis with the largest population in Europe.
The wide asphalt road was only filled with traffic, and occasionally military vehicles drove by. Yang Mingzhi didn't want to attract too much attention, but passers-by couldn't help but notice the car with the Ministry of Internal Affairs taking pictures. Although it was far enough away, they still instinctively avoided it.
And far away.
Yang Mingzhi didn't care about all this. He drove the car and said to Annie behind him: "Originally, I planned to leave you in the market while I went to do other things. Now I have changed my mind."
"It's okay, General. I'll walk back by myself after I finish shopping."
"Forget it, we have traveled almost four kilometers. You are not a soldier, so I don't trust you at all. Besides, I also want to go to the market. It's time to relax."
It was hard to resist the kindness, so the maid Anne also obeyed.
"Since you insist on this, I am willing to be your guide. I know the market better."
"That's great, are we almost there then?"
"Yes, we are in the Izmailovo district, and the destination is five hundred meters away."
What was waiting for Yang Mingzhi and his party was a large open-air market. To his surprise, it seemed that this place was not a market.
"It's really weird. Why do I feel like I'm at a military camp?" Yang Mingzhi slowed down the car and didn't need to use sharp eyes. He saw many soldiers wearing boat-shaped caps coming and going. Isn't this a military camp?
"Comrade Anne, there are soldiers everywhere. What is going on?"
"It's normal because the market has been taken over by the military."
"What? Is there anything reliable I can buy?"
"That's why it's possible." Anne looked happy as if she understood everything.
When Yang Mingzhi was confused, the co-pilot's second lieutenant understood the reason. "General, I understand Comrade Andenova's thoughts. If you want to buy some potatoes, this is indeed a good choice."
"What? Can't you buy it in ordinary stores?"
"You're right, but I'm afraid I just can't buy it. Based on this situation, it's best to go to the material distribution center to buy it."
After being explained in this way, Yang Mingzhi instantly understood the woman's shrewdness. Yes, no matter which city, external materials are first transported to a distribution center and then transported again. Now the overall logistics situation in Moscow is a bit bad, and the market situation in the distribution center is
It's definitely okay.
Anne continued to proudly show off her cleverness: "Moscow is really big, so even if the people left behind in the city know that they can buy some good and cheap things at the Izmailovo Market, they will not be able to succeed. Firstly,
The journey is long, and secondly, many people have to work hard in factories, so how can they have time to travel far away?"
"So besides buying potatoes, what else is there in the market?"
Anne pinched her chin and thought: "Probably clothes, some high-end clothes. I think you can afford them, general. As for me, I don't dare to ask for it. If I have a huge sum of money, I will send it to my daughter."
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She said it unintentionally, but Yang Mingzhi sounded interested. Could it be that this woman was teasing herself, that she longed for more money?
Indeed, money is really valuable as long as it can buy useful supplies.
With a pair of eyes, Yang Mingzhi quickly understood that the large number of rooms facing the street in this open-air market had clearly been managed by the army. Occasionally, there were cars driving up and back, and Yang Mingzhi saw clearly the green paint piled on the trucks.
The painted wooden boxes also have Russian inscriptions on them - those are boxes of rifle bullets!
Since there are bullets, I'm afraid there are also artillery shells! Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhi shuddered and was deeply puzzled.
"I really convinced these idiots that I used thousands of anti-aircraft balloons to form a cloud to prevent air raids. Is it because I am so confident that artillery shells can be piled up in the open? A single aerial bomb can turn the entire market into a volcano?"
Lao Maozi often had a careless side. He wondered, maybe the front line needed too much ammunition, so part of the ammunition was transferred to Zhukov's troops using this market as a starting point?
Of course, Yang Mingzhi is not walking in uninhabited territory.
A group of soldiers on patrol noticed a truck carrying a photo taken by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which was driving slowly and slowly on the road in a suspicious manner.
Isn't this car suspicious?
It’s so suspicious! The Ministry of Internal Affairs has a lone vehicle. What are you doing here in broad daylight?
"Semyon, you go notify the others and immediately gather on the road in the No. 3 Kurdistan Region and set up roadblocks. Igor and Elgin, you go to the No. 4 and No. 5 Kurdistan Region respectively and inform the brothers there.
Set up roadblocks. Vladimir, you run and inform the group leader. Others, follow me closely."
A squad leader thought he had discovered a spy disguised as a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Although it was a bit incredible, how crazy a spy would be to pretend to be a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?
Maybe the Germans think the same way. What looks the most dangerous may be the safest.
"Cunning enemy, you are too crazy this time. Do you think I am a fool? Comrades, follow quietly and don't expose me. Everyone, turn on the safety of your pistol."
There is an integrated group responsible for the defense of the market. They are divided into many patrol teams and patrol all night long. It is difficult for them not to be highly vigilant. Otherwise, the entire market is still undergoing limited commodity circulation operations, and there are more than one warehouse on one side.
It became an arsenal.
Yang Mingzhi was afraid that the Soviet army would pile tens of thousands of artillery shells in the open air, which would turn the market into a potential powder keg. In fact, it was not the case. The entire market only stored bullets in the open air. After all, Lao Maozi was not really an idiot. The front line did need many people from the rear.
In arsenals, ammunition that is not easily destroyed, such as bullets, can be stacked in the open.
As a soldier, Yang Mingzhi really wanted to get out of the car, find their commander and criticize him. Thinking that his trip was just to buy some potatoes or some clothes, he could avoid criticizing him.
He also had to slow down the car, because as he went deeper into the market, Yang Mingzhi wanted to stroll around more, so the car turned into some narrow alleys. As a result, Annie, who claimed to know the place very well, actually got lost.
Yang Mingzhi, who was in high spirits, could only wander aimlessly, turning left and right and turning back to the main road again.
But suddenly, the road ahead was interrupted.
Not only was it interrupted, the soldiers on the road also disappeared. Only directly in front of the car, behind the roadblock, a group of soldiers actually set up light machine guns.
"Ouch? What is going on? Comrade Second Lieutenant, why do I feel like their guns are aimed at us?"
"It's true. These idiots actually pointed their guns at the Ministry of Internal Affairs car? That's crazy. General, don't worry, I'll get out of the car and take a look."
"Okay, you have to worry."
"It doesn't matter, unless these idiots are crazy."
Yang Mingzhi is not worried about his situation at all. He has never seen any big battles. On the contrary, he is a little worried about Second Lieutenant Grishenko. Without him, the Second Lieutenant is very young and has the status of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He is afraid of something like this
It is inevitable that people can be a little domineering.
The result? It’s really interesting.
Yang Mingzhi, who was sitting in the cab, looked longingly at his new subordinate, his new personal guard, a young man with golden hair who was expected to become "Abram No. 2". His temper really matched his hair color.
Like a lion.
He danced and argued with the soldier, and seemed to have taken out his ID. However, the soldier ignored him and directly clamped his arm and controlled him.
The scene was a bit chaotic, and Annie instinctively became nervous. Yang Tao impatiently urged: "Brother, what's going on? Drive over and have a look."
"Okay. Let's go take a look."
Yang Mingzhi originally wanted to drive close to see the situation.
The soldiers with loaded ammunition suddenly became nervous when they saw the parked car start suddenly, and the speed was quite fast. They felt that this Ministry of Internal Affairs vehicle, which should not be here, was clearly going to hit the jam.
A real veteran can feel the murderous intent of the opponent. Yang Mingzhi suddenly felt that something was wrong with the situation. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that a machine gunner in the distance was clearly pulling the bolt!
They are serious! A misunderstanding has occurred.
"Everyone get down!"
Yang Mingzhi roared and threw himself decisively towards the passenger seat. Yang Tao was a veteran after all. She followed her husband's orders reflexively, and pulled Annie who was at a loss. The two women huddled in the back seat.
The machine gun opened fire. A newly enlisted soldier, only 19 years old, piloted a DP8 and fired at the top of the car.
The bullet pierced the air and swept across the roof of the car.
In fact, this is a deterrent shot to stop the car from continuing to drive. The soldiers with live ammunition were also very nervous, because the incoming vehicle was a vehicle with a Ministry of Internal Affairs license plate. To control such a vehicle, without the battalion commander's order, the soldier should die.
?But if the vehicle crashes, it will be a malfeasance on its part.
In any case, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has no authority to dictate the checkpoints and patrols of the regular army.
The sound of firing really frightened Lieutenant Lieutenant Grishenko who was being held down. He bared his teeth and shouted at the guys who were holding him down: "You bastards! You are firing at a general. If he dies,
You and your families will all be sent to Siberia to grow potatoes!"
Unfortunately, the second lieutenant's warning only resulted in more severe compressions.
When the car stopped, a platoon of soldiers rushed forward, violently opened the door, and dragged Yang Mingzhi out alive.
At this scene, the frightened Anne screamed. Star Tao locked the car door and just hugged the frightened Anne. At this moment, she had only one simple thought, no matter what the situation, her stomach must not be hurt.
There was also his wife and unborn child in the car, and a sense of responsibility called a father came to mind.
"A bunch of new recruits are still trying to get rough with me?"
Yang Mingzhi kicked one person over and knocked another person unconscious with two heavy punches.
He also shook the butt of one person's gun and killed another person by throwing him over his shoulder.
His leg was hit by someone with the butt of a rifle, and he immediately knelt on the ground. After experiencing this stimulation, he fell into the illusion that he was fighting a bayonet with the Germans!
Then there's no need to talk nonsense.
Yang Mingzhi was still wearing his overcoat, which was really in the way. After knocking people over one after another, he took off his overcoat in front of the cowering soldiers.
"Come on, idiots! This general has killed many people all the way from the soldiers! Why are you stunned? What? Are you all stupid and don't dare to attack?"
Yes, no one really dared to take action anymore, and many people even just threw away the rifles they stabbed last time.
There is no other reason. Look at that man with a Tatar face. His medals are literally covering his chest. The number of medals made these recruits stunned and they were all intimidated!
Especially the two gold star medals with red ribbons. Even new recruits know that they are the symbol of Soviet heroes.
"We almost made a big mistake!" The soldiers regretted it. (To be continued)