On a new day, Yang Mingzhi sat up like a spring, ignoring his sleeping wife, and washed up immediately to welcome his last day in Moscow.
The toilet smelled of soap, but the corridor smelled of fried meat.
Anne, has she recovered?
Last night, the maid Anne returned to her room to continue resting. Although her work in Moscow was about to end, it was her duty to wait until the corresponding vehicle arrived. She still had to make breakfast and lunch on Monday, even though her forehead was injured.
The bread must continue to be baked and the potatoes must continue to be boiled. At present, we still have to cope with the food for more than ten people, and we must endure the fatigue.
Anne was really tired. The rumbling noise of the guards as they rummaged through the boxes and moved the general's supplies was really annoying.
She closed her eyes and endured it, muttering a few words in her heart, and fell into a deep sleep.
The sun rises as usual, and she gets up as usual.
When the sky was dark, smoke was already rising from the chimney of the independent kitchen. The sun finally rose. When she was trying to throw a basket of potato chips under the big tree in the forest, she noticed that the whole city was covered with a layer of gray.
Shrouded in gauze.
"It's smoke! The burning buildings are still smoking?! Or the fires in some buildings have not been extinguished yet."
Anne never thought that downtown Moscow would become a battlefield again. Yesterday, the German army launched an air raid. Who can guarantee that there will not be another one?
Witnessing the horrific scene was horrifying, and the thought of having the right to leave with the general today, even to cold Siberia, was better than being killed in a bombing.
"I must live, and I must take good care of the general and his wife. Only in this way can I have more money and improve the life of my children."
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After a hurried breakfast with his wife, Yang Mingzhi had nothing to do and went straight to the courtyard downstairs to look around.
The big tree fell and destroyed part of the wall. Although the scattered bricks were cleaned up, the whole scene was still terrible.
"There are still a bunch of glass shards piled in the corner. Really, the windows have no glass, and there is still a breeze at night. If this continues, it will give me a migraine." Thinking of this, he felt his head was a little dizzy, so he knocked lightly.
few times.
At this moment, Lieutenant Grishenko ran over in a hurry.
"Report to the general! All your personal belongings have been packed into boxes. Look, these are the boxes."
Yang Mingzhi looked sideways and saw five wooden boxes neatly placed under the corner of the independent kitchen.
"Wooden box? Where did you get it?"
"The ones in the kitchen."
It turns out that the food reserves in this house were stuffed in wooden boxes for easy transportation. One wooden box once contained two sacks, containing a total of one hundred kilograms of flour. The other wooden boxes were in bulk.
Potatoes. As for beef, the commissioners of the Ministry of Internal Affairs basically bring it by bicycle every day.
Due to the recent air raid, the Moscow Meat Factory was damaged and the factory suspended work, causing the meat supply to all soldiers guarding Moscow to be interrupted!
It wasn't just the meat that was interrupted. Yang Mingzhi stood in the courtyard, looking at the smoke and dust still filling the sky, and suddenly felt that the whole world was extremely quiet.
"The power went out last night. Could it be that the call hasn't come yet?"
He quickly ran back into the house and pressed the switch. The incandescent lamp in the hall was still dark.
Now, Moscow is facing a major blackout. It is not the indiscriminate blackout forced by air defense, but simply because two V1 rockets directly blew up the power station on the outskirts of the city to pieces!
Electric energy for cities is by no means as simple as making light bulbs bright.
Four power stations provide electricity to Moscow. All the steam turbines in one of them were blown up, and all work at the power station was stopped. In order to protect existing equipment at the other power stations, when the air raid was carried out, workers urgently stopped the power that had been running for several years.
The crew stopped and quickly moved in bricks and wooden boxes to pile all kinds of things on the machine, trying to build a barrier to minimize the damage from the bombing.
Those generator sets that have been produced should usually not stop suddenly. Since all gas turbines have stopped operating, if you want it to start again, it first requires several hours of debugging to make sure that the sudden stop has not caused damage to the unit and then restarts it. Even if it restarts
It will take time to start running and reach the peak capacity output.
On September 7th, Monday, until the sun rose, the three intact power stations were still out of operation.
The city is still in danger. When to start the unit, the power station needs approval from the Moscow Municipal Party Committee.
There was no electricity, and the city was still dark during the day. It was composed of gray-black smoke and dust floating over the city, and black clouds composed of emergency air-raid balloons with a height of only 500 meters. The truth is too funny. Many places in the city are in ruins.
It was still simmering, and the smoke blackened the white balloon.
For the Moscow mission who resolutely stayed behind, they held on firmly together with their respected leader with a martyr-like attitude of living and dying with the city.
In most residential areas, light control is implemented at nine o'clock at night, and residents' electricity is cut off. State-owned stores also specifically restrict the use of candles. Although this causes huge obstacles to people's daily life, the thought that lights may induce the enemy's nighttime
The simple citizens had no complaints about bombers' sneak attacks.
Ordinary people can endure difficulties, not to mention that every household has only had electricity for more than ten years. What ordinary citizens are most concerned about is whether the city's food supply can be maintained after the bombing.
The factories in the city are most sensitive to electricity!
Almost all factories in Moscow are making munitions. The triangular chuck of the electric-driven lathe is running wildly, and the turning tool processes a piece of roughly shaped bar material into a mortar shell blank through turning, boring and other processes. This is
A processing technology that is more than ten times faster than simple casting can only rely on a large number of lathes and skilled technicians to produce ammunition that can be consumed by frontline infantry divisions.
Now, without electricity, all lathes have stopped. Only a small number of ancient steam lathes can continue to operate.
Yang Mingzhi still didn't know the seriousness of the situation.
After a bombing, more than a hundred V1 rockets focused on the southwest and south of Moscow city.
According to the statistics of corpses collected and the number of people who died in the hospital, as of 10 pm on September 6, the attack killed a total of 50 soldiers and 10 citizens, and injured another 70 soldiers and 150 citizens to varying degrees.
After daybreak, the death toll did not increase much, and more than 100 people went to the hospital due to secondary disasters after the bombing.
The only good thing is that Moscow, as a temporary logistics node, has a lot of medicines stored here, and there are plenty of military doctors and health workers preparing to go to the front line.
More than 2,000 wounded people suddenly appeared, and Moscow's existing medical capabilities were able to respond successfully.
However, there were still nearly 3,000 casualties, and there were hundreds of missing people whose bodies have not yet been dug out from the rubble to identify them.
To put it coldly, with such casualties, it is not serious compared to the casualties of troops on the front line.
The air raid brought about the worst situation, that is, many roads in the city leading to the west were severely damaged.
The Soviet Union in this time and space gave priority to the development of railways and highways. There was basically no highway system in the alliance. Many highways were simply "roads for people to walk on." They could become hard in winter and turn into muddy ponds after several consecutive rains in spring and summer.
To say where the roads are the best, they are Moscow and its satellite cities of Kaluga, Ryazan, Podolsk and Tula. The main roads in Moscow are all paved with asphalt, and the roads leading to the satellite cities are also allowed for T4 tanks to run wildly.
Cement road.
Because of the convenient transportation, land transportation lines for various materials and ammunition from the East often choose to pass through downtown Moscow to be delivered to the Western Front.
Several important streets were forced to close. The Moscow Municipal Party Committee issued a mobilization order early in the morning. A large number of citizens organized to further clean up the debris. Workers, including those who could not continue production due to power outages, also brought tools to help the soldiers clear debris.
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The military and civilians received a fatal order early in the morning: within 48 hours, all the craters on Lenin Street were to be filled and asphalted, and all building ruins on both sides were to be cleared.
Just by looking at the still floating smoke and dust, Yang Mingzhi could conclude that Moscow was seriously injured, but she was a heroic city and its ability to repair wounds was also extremely strong.
"Well, it doesn't matter to me whether there is electricity or not. If I go to Novosibirsk, having electricity there is the best thing."
He adjusted his mentality, looked at his watch, and thought that he had been stuck here for less than ten hours.
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad.
"What a tragedy. I thought I could get the use permit for this house? I never thought that the plan could not keep up with the changes."
Grishenko comforted him and said: "General, your right to use this house is unquestionable!"
"Forget it, because the people who lived here before went to Kuibyshev, I became the successor. Now, I am going to Novosibirsk. To be honest, the Soviet system is really great, it is not my private property
Property. Look." Yang Mingzhi pointed to the canopy of the big tree that collapsed the wall. "Just because it is not my private property, I don't have to suffer for the damage to the house. Let's go, let's go, I'll hand it over, leader.
I will definitely be granted another room in Novosibirsk.”
"Of course! You are a general, and I think that other comrades and I can benefit from you and live in a big house."
"Maybe." Yang Mingzhi shrugged and continued to look at the boxes in the courtyard.
Grishenko took advantage of the situation and said: "You see, the house does belong to the state, and these goods are your property."
"Yes, food! In war, food is countless times more valuable than gold!"
"You're right. So we packed all the food into boxes, including all the potatoes that were piled in the corner of the kitchen."
"What? Those potatoes? They... they're not what I paid for."
Grishenko felt that he had done a good thing for the general. He frowned and said, "General, those grains..."
"Take it out and keep it in the kitchen. I tell you, except what I bought with money, I don't want any other food."
"But... we have packed the boxes and even nailed them. Besides..."
"Let me explain."
Anne, who had a band of gauze wrapped around her head, did not report her injuries due to personal reasons, so Moscow’s disaster statistics missed such an injured person. In fact, there were hundreds of other citizens who were slightly injured, and they simply did not want to
He caused trouble to the medical system and deliberately concealed his injuries.
She heard the quarrel outside and stopped peeling potatoes.
Yang Mingzhi glanced at her: "How is the situation now? Do you still have a headache?"
"There are some, but it doesn't matter anymore. General, I must tell you that except for the lunch prepared for you and others, the rest of the food is packed into wooden boxes. You may think this is against the rules, but I must tell you that the kitchen is stocked with
The grains are supplied to you and us, and even the warehouse has written them off. In order not to waste the grains, we should bring them with us."
"Huh? Is that so?"
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but shake his head. Since the cook who also serves as a "food keeper" said so, I guess this is the truth.
However, Yang Mingzhi didn't want to be a greedy guy. A gentleman should take what he gets and what he doesn't get. He also hoped that using this kind of value would be able to earn more capital for himself that he would need in the future.
"Okay, all the food will be shipped to Siberia. I should explain this to my superiors. When we arrive at the destination, we will first eat the food we brought with us, and then pick up or buy new ones. Or, after arriving at the destination,
It doesn’t hurt to donate the food to local schools so the children can eat more.”
"General, you... you are so kind." Grischenko was deeply moved by these words, and his emotions were written in his eyes.
"Oh, Comrade Second Lieutenant, since you have nailed all the boxes, what are the other boxes?"
"It's the gift you received from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, as well as the starter items you purchased. For example, a large amount of wine and a large amount of soap. Look at that box. It contains the clothes you purchased and received in the past few days."
Yang Mingzhi nodded. He had just taken a look in the room and found that most of his personal belongings were indeed gone. They must have been packed into boxes.
It's just that he still has an inherent human problem - worrying about leaving something behind.
After thinking about it for a moment, there is indeed something unresolved.
"Second Lieutenant Grischenko!"
"arrive!"
"You drive me to the photo studio where I took the photo yesterday. I have to take the photo away and you drive."
"As you command!"
"Other comrades, you don't need to continue to stand around. Go to the building, from the first floor to the second floor, search for all the things you forgot to take, and pack them for me. Remember, you are not allowed to leave a piece of soap or a roll of toothpaste!
I have only one goal, take away everything that belongs to us and keep everything that does not belong to us."
Among the many items, the most important thing is the small wooden box that belongs to himself and his wife. Specifically, it is the two treasures in the box-a damaged octagonal hat and a red bellyband. In addition, the most important thing is the
There is nothing better than a passbook.
That's right! Today is Monday! No matter what the bombing is, I have to go to the bank and withdraw all the money.
No matter what, no worries, no no money!
When he thought of this, Yang Mingzhi felt that he had to finish the photos and take out the banknotes in the morning.
The car was parked in the courtyard. When not in use, it was always covered with a dust-proof canvas. Grishenko had already started to work as a driver. He was waiting quietly in the cab. Soon he saw the general holding his wife's hand and hurrying
He walked over and quickly got into the car.
"General, where are we going?"
"Go to the bank first, to the branch on Lenin Street."