Yang Mingzhi breathed a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but sigh. He had indeed been away from the battle for a while, and his flaws were exposed in the group fight. If it were a real bayonet battle, he would be in a very bad situation.
Of course, isn’t what we are facing this morning also a huge crisis?
He shouted loudly: "I am Belekov, the commander of the 6th Army. Who is your commander? Ask him to come and see me."
This sound and murderous scolding really frightened the battalion commander who was hiding behind the human wall and squatting under the roadblock. He did not dare to come out because that man was really skilled and had medals on his body. He regretted it extremely.
He rebuked his subordinates angrily: "Is this what you call a spy? My future is ruined."
At least the second lieutenant who was being pinned down was released. Then he straightened his collar, pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Let me tell you, this matter is not over. Soon, the NKVD will investigate you thoroughly. You...you
If you are so energetic, go to the front line and fight the Germans!"
In fact, the ordinary soldiers of the infantry regiment who work as "warehouse managers" in the market are really full of expectations for going to the front line.
The education they received can be summed up in one sentence: protect the homeland and the country, and avenge the deaths of our compatriots.
In addition, receiving huge honors and financial rewards through military exploits is also what the majority of recruits from rural areas eagerly hope for.
Death? People are destined to die. They are strong-blooded and no one wants to be a coward.
The soldiers have a simple attitude, but some officers are not. The huddled battalion commander has really been on the battlefield and knows what it means to be bloody. Staying in the suburbs of Moscow and managing a warehouse is the best job, isn't it? What an honor.
What a great thing, your own life is the most important!
The continuous shooting of machine guns broke the tranquility of the market, and the administrators of the state-owned warehouses filled with food quickly closed the doors. Some state-owned stores in the market also closed their doors tightly during the surprise attack, and some nearby citizens who were rushing to buy daily necessities did not hesitate.
Hesitantly chose to hide in the room and started talking about it.
Semyonov, the regiment leader in charge of security, is short in stature but looks capable.
This man was wounded on the battlefield, and the bullet basically fractured his right leg bone. He survived the Ming Dynasty, but walked with a limp after recovery. The Soviet army recognized his hard work and merit, so they promoted him and arranged for him to manage this market in the West.
A logistics warehouse of the front army.
"What's going on? Who's firing?!"
The regimental leader came in a hurry with his deputy commander, political commissar and others. When he arrived, he saw a man with a dazzling array of medals hanging on his chest, who had already taken control of the situation.
I saw this man sitting on a wooden stool, tapping Erlang's legs, while his own soldiers were waiting aside with groveling expressions. It was as if these young warriors no longer belonged to me, but to this guy with an oriental face.
The situation was even worse. The group leader saw another man. This man was wearing a blue hat with a large brim. Look at his attire. He was from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"Damn it, how did you brats get into trouble with the guys from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?" The leader secretly cursed Sukabule a series of times, but he still had to accept the question from a man whose position was destined to be noble.
"Hello... hello, I am Andrei Ivanovich Semyonov, the commander of the regiment in charge of managing this place." He said and gave another military salute.
"Oh, is he the leader?" Yang Mingzhi stood up. As a strong man over 1.8 meters tall, he was taller than Semyonov by a head, and his two gold star medals made his stature even taller.
"Where's your specific serial number?"
"The 00th Division of the 61st Group Army of the Western Front."
"Haha, the Western Front is Marshal Zhukov's army? Very good, very good..." Yang Mingzhi reported his personal identity, then took out his ID, and complained: "Your subordinates are all hot-blooded.
A young man who only has courage but lacks skill."
The group leader looked at Yang Mingzhi's ID with suspicion and realized that the person coming was this big shot. He stood at attention and saluted like an electric shock.
"I'm sorry! General... Comrade General. My people have caused you unpleasantness. I... I will take them to apologize."
"Yes! It's very unpleasant." After getting the answer, Yang Mingzhi puffed up his chest and deliberately pretended to accuse him: "Your people are too vigilant! They dare to attack the vehicle of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Not only did you attack, but you also attacked the vehicle.
My wife was frightened because of this. And the nature of your illegal control of officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is even more serious."
"Yes! I run the army laxly, and I accept all your criticisms. Then..." Semyonov raised his head.
This man's unruly eyes reminded Yang Mingzhi a lot, and look at his disabled legs and the medal on his chest. This officer must have a glorious history.
Both his wife and the maid Annie got out of the car. Yang Mingzhi could see that his wife was very angry, while the maid was as confused as a frightened lamb.
Yang Mingzhi interjected: "I accept your verbal apology, but what about the others? What's more, I still suffered material losses. Your soldiers used rifle butts to crush my legs. I think I need to go to the hospital for a check-up."
"
"This...is there such a thing?! I'm so sorry. I'll gather the people right away and let you punish me."
"No need!" Yang Mingzhi shook his head. "I'm not here to cause trouble. Even though your people offended me, they followed orders. I beat up the soldiers who attacked me, but my wife who was sitting in the car
I was severely frightened. You have seriously offended the comrades of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"Yes! This is our dereliction of duty. Comrade General, I can only apologize to you. If there is anything else I can do for you to make up for your sin, I will do my best."
Yang Mingzhi pinched his waist: "You really want to do something for me. I need material compensation. It seems that the entire market has almost become a warehouse for the army. I have to criticize you severely for this matter. Why do you want to do this?"
Ammunition placed in the open? German bombers can destroy this place with just one bomb."
"General! This is an order from a superior. Besides, the market we borrowed only stores bullets. There are no artillery shells and no military explosives here. Most of the bullets produced by many factories in the city are shipped here and loaded directly into the truck.
Pull to the front line."
"I see. In addition, what other goods are there in the warehouse you control, such as bread and wine? Is this market still operating normally?"
"It's still operating normally. General, if you need wine, I will provide it to you free of charge to make up for your loss."
"Wine? If you take out the wine in stock and give it away, isn't that an act of corruption? Doesn't the Ministry of Internal Affairs conduct a thorough investigation?"
"It will make everything legal." Semyonov raised his voice, deliberately letting Second Lieutenant Gryshenko hear, "This matter is because our regiment is overly vigilant. No Ministry of Internal Affairs vehicle has come to this area for a long time. Not to mention the city.
There are indeed German spies here. This is one of the military warehouses, so we can’t help but be more vigilant. So for the wine we gave you, use our regiment’s supplies.”
"So you doubt me and take decisive action to avoid all negative consequences?"
"Yes, it is."
Yang Mingzhi sighed; "If this is the case, my anger has dissipated a lot. Very good, I am glad that your division commander has soldiers like you, but it is too impulsive. Okay, I accept your wine, I don't want it."
A lot, give me twenty bottles of vodka."
"As you command!"
"I am not an arrogant person. I will pay a sum of money. I will give you two hundred rubles and you will give me twenty bottles? How about that?"
"This... okay. Ivanov, take a few people to our warehouse to get wine."
After a while, the wooden box containing twenty glass bottles was loaded into the trunk of the car.
Is this the end of the matter? Of course not.
Yang Mingzhi continued to ask: "I heard that the supply of goods in all the state-owned stores in this market is very stable. We need all kinds of daily necessities and fresh potatoes. By the way, since your group has its own warehouse, are there any
Are there fresh potatoes?”
"Yes! Of course. I will provide you with as much as you need."
Today, the Soviet Union has an attitude of "no matter how hard it is, the army cannot suffer", and the best flour is supplied to the army. However, the high-quality grain-producing areas were occupied by the Germans, and the Soviet Union had to rely on limited farmland to grow the most productive crops. Potatoes.
It is the best wartime food. Its sugar content is not high but it can meet the minimum requirement of "filling the stomach" of soldiers. What's more, if there is no high-intensity march, the soldiers will just stay in the trenches and eat three or four meals a day.
A potato as big as a fist can handle it perfectly.
As for Yang Mingzhi, he just wanted to use the limited fresh vegetables he could get to make delicious delicacies.
The misunderstanding was completely resolved, Semyonov drove the car directly to the infantry regiment warehouse.
There is a huge warehouse with mountains of potatoes stored in it. After being accepted by him, the food in the warehouse is enough to feed the entire regiment of soldiers for a month.
"Oh, that's really bad. Do you have to eat only potatoes for a month?" Yang Mingzhi asked in surprise, "Where's the bread? You are soldiers. You can't be satisfied with 500 grams of black bread per person per day?"
Semyonov said sincerely: "We are not the frontline troops, so we naturally have no right to enjoy bread. In addition to potatoes, we also have some rye, which is used to make soup. Troops like us eat potatoes every day.
Drinking wheat soup is quite good compared to the life of ordinary people."
Quite good? How is it possible? It’s just that in this rotten world, eating potatoes that can fill your stomach every day is indeed better than ordinary people. That’s all.
"Okay. Now tell me, what is the retail price of potatoes in this market today? What is the price of rye?"
"A kilogram of potatoes costs thirty rubles, and a kilogram of rye costs one hundred and fifty rubles."
This is a quote from a material distribution center. Yang Mingzhi estimated that if rye, for example, is shipped to state-owned stores in other districts, the price may go up a bit. Even if the price here is already as high as one hundred and fifty rubles, ordinary workers
How to afford it?
"Comrade, as the group leader, how about your monthly allowance?"
"Currently there are six hundred rubles, and this number should rise."
"At least your allowance is enough to buy four kilograms of rye or twenty kilograms of potatoes. Just to survive, maybe six hundred rubles to buy food is still barely enough."
Semyonov shook his head: "I am a soldier, and our food is taken care of by the military logistics. You are also a soldier, and aren't the food also taken care of by the logistics? I am very curious, why did you come to us and create a misunderstanding? Could it be that you
Just want to buy more things and learn about the market?"
"That's pretty much the intention. In addition to food, I also want to buy something else. Anyway, Moscow is also the sacred capital of the Alliance. No matter how difficult it is, I can always buy some useful items."
"That's it. Small furniture, children's toys, and even radios are not very expensive. Only food and clothes are the most expensive. You are a general, and your allowance is destined to be far higher than ours, and only yours
Can be purchased in bulk.”
After a conversation in the warehouse, Yang Mingzhi had the most basic understanding of the entire "One Ant Market" situation.
The regiment leader intended to provide some potatoes and rye kernels, but Yang Mingzhi refused. No matter how these soldiers offended him, depriving them of food was really an act of "drinking the blood of soldiers". Even if he forcibly bought five kilograms of potatoes, their
This month’s meals will have to be reduced accordingly.
The monthly allowance for grassroots soldiers is less than 200 rubles, and such meager income often has to be sent to their families.
Yang Mingzhi only took the wine provided by them. After all, wine was not a necessity. He took away their wine himself, which saved the soldiers from getting drunk. As a result, the warehouse was neglected and caused some disasters.
The misunderstanding was finally resolved. The group leader listed some items that were still on sale in the market that were not very popular, which was really eye-catching.
Yang Mingzhi continued to drive the car and drove slowly down the street.
Looking through the rearview mirror, I saw Yang Tao pouting his little mouth, obviously looking unhappy.
The wife is safe and sound, but she is still frightened by the thought of what happened to her husband just now. Fortunately, the wife is also a veteran who crawled out of the dead, and her vigilance and reaction speed are astonishing. But she is still frightened and treated unfairly. I am afraid that she
My good mood was severely drained.
But when it comes to being unhappy, isn't it worse for the second lieutenant?
Yang Mingzhi comforted him and said, "Dear, don't take what happened just now to your heart. They also apologized."
"Oh..." Yang Tao didn't say much, just the word "oh" covered everything.
"How could she not take it to heart?!" the second lieutenant gritted his teeth with hatred, "Those idiots are challenging the authority of our Ministry of Internal Affairs. General, I should report it to my superiors and investigate the regimental commander."
"Oh! Don't be impulsive."
"Why? We are the people's army, but there are also a group of scum of the people in the people's army. Such rough guys, they are like this at home, but they have to be lawless abroad."
"That makes some sense. Well, whatever you do, I don't care. After all, they are troops affiliated with the 61st Group Army."
"What difference does this make? What is your connection with that army?" the second lieutenant asked.
"It will happen in the future, and it is destined to happen. They are the troops of the Western Front. Those who liberated Rzhev and Vyazma were all the Western Front. In the future, they will liberate Smolensk, and then enter Belarus, and eventually they are expected to
Liberate Kiev or Minsk. Their bravery and fierceness touched me a lot. If this strength is used against the enemy, I think it will be just around the corner for our troops to push to the national border."
Carambola felt angry in her stomach, but she still wanted to appear calm on the surface.
She listened to her husband's spiel with her ears pricked up. When she heard that the 61st Army was very likely to approach Belarus, her anger instantly disappeared a lot.
The slight change in my wife's face means that her mentality has also changed.
Yang Mingzhi continued: "When we leave the military warehouse area, look for the state-owned store. My dear, there may be mink coats for sale here! Don't worry, money is not an issue. In order to make up for you, I have to buy you one.
.In addition, buy some food. After all, the more food reserves, the better.” (To be continued)