Yang Mingzhi was finally woken up. He knew that the military train had stopped and wanted to continue talking about sleeping. However, due to the constant vibration of the carriage, he lost all sleep.
"What's going on?!"
He got up and looked at the scenery outside the window. He saw that the entire station was illuminated, and the rails were glowing with a faint light.
It was really noisy outside, and he saw that many railway workers wearing hard hats had already gathered in the military column where he was.
"Should we start unloading now?" He patted his head and then remembered that all the scrap metal the train conductor said was going to be sent to Kazan.
A comfortable sleep was broken like this. Looking at my wife, she was also awakened by tremors and noise.
After all, it was already three o'clock. In Yang Mingzhi's opinion, it was almost early in the morning. In that dimension, he was busy with his studies at the time, and it was common for him to get up at three or four in the morning. But by today's standards
, it’s a good thing to get up early to study, but getting up at three o’clock is really too early.
"Honey, can you still sleep?"
Yang Tao rubbed his eyes and shook his head lazily.
"Forget it, you should continue to lie down while I stand outside."
"Oh! Don't. I...or I'll go down too."
"Come on, it's freezing outside, and you'll get cold! I'll go down and take a look at the situation. See what those workers are doing. You must listen to me and continue to stay in this box."
Yang Tao nodded silently, and Yang Mingzhi quickly put on a full set of warm clothes.
September in Kazan is already very cold by Chinese standards. And because of the rainy weather, the lowest temperature in Kazan today is only 4 degrees Celsius.
Yang Mingzhi was awakened by the noise, and everyone in the entire army lost sleep.
Felyudov and Kastliura's eyes widened, and Grishenko and the rest of the guards also consciously gathered in the luxury carriage because the general decided to get out of the car for an inspection.
When Yang Mingzhi opened the car door, the first thing that greeted him was the biting north wind. The cold air was like a knife in the winter, making him thoroughly feel the aggressive hostility of General Winter.
"Damn it, it's so cold. I think it will snow in two weeks."
"Haha! Comrade General, this is the hinterland of Russia, it's really very cold." Feliudov looked like he was completely adapted to it, but he was handsome for only ten seconds. A powerful sneeze proved that he was not afraid of the cold.
Yang Mingzhi really lamented his foresight. He spent a huge sum of money in Moscow to buy a lot of clothes, and now they are all put to use. He is wearing a very thick and warm woolen coat with an even loose lining.
Warm wool. A classic Russian-style large ear protection hat is worn on the top of his head, which perfectly protects his ears that are prone to frostbite.
"It's still too cold. Look, when I talk, my mouth is full of mist."
"You are so funny. When it gets really winter, I'm afraid all you will spit out is crushed ice." Feliudov laughed, then skillfully took out the cigarette case, took out one and handed it to Yang Mingzhi: "
Your wife is no longer here, so don’t say anything and just smoke one to feel comfortable."
"Well, cigarette smoke is warm."
Yang Mingzhi actually wanted to go outside and smoke a cigarette. After all, he was already addicted to cigarettes. Just two weeks ago, he was still smoking smoke with a group of guys in the swamp. Now he promised his wife martial law, but now it has been broken.
quit.
"After all, it is a good thing to soothe the nerves." Yang Mingzhi also brought a cigarette case. He did not hesitate to give one to each of his guards. More than ten people gathered near the carriage and puffed away the smoke.
Yang Mingzhi did not just take a breather and smoke. The big city of Kazan was right in front of him. If it were in a peaceful era, it would be very beautiful here. There are many places of interest to see. It's a pity that he is not a tourist, but just taking a bus.
Just a passerby on the train.
The military column had just stopped, and in the fifty carriages, it seemed that the doors of all the carriages containing scrap metal had been opened.
Yang Mingzhi quickly understood the source of the noise!
Lao Maozi usually gives people the impression of being careless and careless, and they are indeed like this, but sometimes they also have exquisite performances that make people amazed.
They are really a results-oriented nation. The final destination of a large amount of scrap iron is to be recast. As for the transportation process, of course it is as convenient as possible.
Workers climbed onto the carriages, tied various shapes of scrap iron with ropes, and then pulled them down by ground personnel. This process has long been very noisy. Think about it, some scrap iron modules weigh nearly a ton. It is so heavy.
The car was pulled directly from the carriage nearly 1.5 meters above the ground and hit the stone paved ground. The sound was just a muffled sound, but the strong low-frequency vibration could inspire people's instinctive fear - this was an earthquake!
Just getting the scrap iron off was very troublesome, and transporting it out of the station was even more troublesome. Yang Mingzhi looked at it for a while and felt that it was still too cold outdoors, so he obediently returned to the carriage.
Thanks to the shaking, no one in the entire army was sleeping.
Conductor Semyonov once again entered the luxury carriage just to see the respected general.
"Ah! Comrade General, it seems you have woken up."
"Yeah." Yang Mingzhi took a sip of black tea and yawned to announce his fatigue: "The noise is too loud and I can't sleep peacefully."
"I'm really sorry, the workers are rushing to load and unload the goods. You know, the metal is very heavy, so..."
"No need to dawdle, what can I do for you?"
"Yes, I am reporting to you on the next arrangements."
"I also want to know about this matter. Tell me what the arrangements are."
While Yang Mingzhi and others were gathering outdoors to smoke, the conductor got off the train and went straight to the train dispatching office of Kazan Central Station to report to the local dispatching person in charge.
There is no computer network in this time and space. Busy railway lines must be managed by dispatchers who attach great importance to the concept of time. They record the arrival time of the train and send it to their superiors, who have specialized personnel to analyze the data.
Judging from the standards of later generations, the current so-called busy railways are not that busy. The distance between each military train is more than ten kilometers. At night, some trains stop at the station, making the number of trains traveling at night much smaller.
Each train has its own number. When it passes a station, it is recorded by the local dispatcher. When it stops at a major station, the statistics work is more detailed.
Yang Mingzhi's military train finally arrived at the beautiful city of Kazan on the shores of Lake Volga, and train conductor Semyonov also completed a staged victory in his major mission.
The train conductor reported his work and received his new assignment. Now, he informed Yang Mingzhi of the upcoming itinerary.
"The workers will remove all the scrap iron, and the empty carriages will not be wasted. After dawn, the granary will transport the allocated grain to the station. After the grain is loaded, we will start our journey to Ufa...
"
Yang Mingzhi listened carefully. What the train conductor said was really detailed, but some details were difficult for him to understand.
For example, he had heard a little bit about the city of Ufa, but he really didn't know what it was like there.
Yang Mingzhi put down his tea cup and welcomed the conductor to sit next to him.
"Since we are going to Ufa next, you must at least tell me what kind of city it is."
"Well... there..." The train conductor looked at the general's eyes and that unique face, and couldn't help but smile stupidly.
"Oh, why are you laughing?"
"That's right, you don't seem to know Ufa. Have you ever heard of the Bashkirs? They are a group of nomads with black hair. You... you also have black hair. Even your faces are somewhat similar.
Place."
It’s Bashkir again, and Yang Mingzhi feels that he has too many connections with this word.
For example, in Belarus, I and my wife have been called by many people "from the Bashkirs", or "Buryats", "Yakuts", etc. Anyway, these are all ethnic groups with black hair.
.Just because this face is far different from that of the Slavic people, and Slavic people are often face-blind when they see Eastern peoples.
Yang Mingzhi coughed twice, really angry and funny: "Indeed, my face looks very much like a Mongolian. So biologically, we Orientals are generally labeled as Mongoloid. Of course I don't think so.
This is the truth, I am a Han Chinese in China, far different from Mongolians or Bashkirs."
The conductor shrugged: "I'm sorry, what I said is indeed true. There are many black-haired people in Ufa. They are the descendants of those nomads, and now they are all Soviet citizens. Soon, we will arrive in Bashkir
Ufa, the capital of the autonomous republic.”
"I'm honored to be passing through Ufa, but it's a pity that I'm just a passerby, not a tourist. Just like now, I'm in the famous Kazan. My time is too short. I can only stay at this train station and can't visit the city.
, you can’t even go to the shores of Lake Volga to see the scenery.”
"You are right. I am very sorry, Comrade General. Although this stop will take up a lot of time, you should not leave the station."
"Now tell me when the train will leave."
"Well..." the conductor hesitated; "If those workers can load the goods on time, we will set off again around noon."
"Ah! So we obviously have a lot of time?" Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but stood up, "I can indeed go around Kazan City."
"General! I...I don't advise you to do this. If those workers work quickly, we will leave the train earlier. Besides, if you go to the city and fail to come back in time, it will not only delay the train's schedule, but also cause
The whole line is in disarray."
"It's not that serious. Don't I even have the right to see the scenery?"
"General!" The train conductor also took courage, "You are a passenger now, and I hope you will follow my advice."
Seeing the conductor's angry bullfighting, Yang Mingzhi, who felt he had been wronged, suddenly gave up. Indeed, he was just a passenger, and it was not good to run out of the train station willfully.
"Okay! Okay! I'm not a general now, I'm just a passenger. It seems that I can only follow your command. Anyway, I hope those people moving the food will not make a big fuss. I will continue to sleep this morning.
"
The morning came very late, and when it dawned, everyone was still greeted by a hazy sky and a north wind that continued to roar by.
Facing the cold air, there is a lively scene at the train station!
After being energetic for several hours, Yang Mingzhi felt sleepy again after breakfast. However, the noise outside never stopped, making it difficult to fall asleep peacefully.
Now he had to lament that Kazan was really an important railway hub and inland shipping hub in the north of the Soviet Union. A lot of the noise came from the newly arrived soldiers. A large number of new soldiers had no weapons at all. They came from the East.
train, you can either board the waiting southbound train directly, or rush to the dock and take a transport boat down the river.
The nearest large city to the south of Kazan is Ulyanovsk, named after Lenin's surname. Next is the wartime capital Kuibyshev. Not long to the south is the brutal battlefield.
Yang Mingzhi also realized that while Stalin valued him, he did not want to give so many green lights.
He felt that the arrangement for him was just to add a box to the original freight train. As a lieutenant general, he did not have that much dignity, so the Soviet Union did not have to adjust the railway dispatching for it. Now, the Soviets' railway dispatching is in order, and they have constructed
A tight transportation system has been established. Precisely because of the tightness, the most taboo thing is gasel.
He fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again it was already past eleven in the morning.
"It's almost lunch time. Now those workers have filled up the food? When will the military train leave?"
He patted his somewhat groggy head, and instead of running to the dining car to see if Anne the cook had come up with any new tricks, he searched everywhere for the conductor's whereabouts.
When he found Semyonov, he instantly understood another thing.
The train leaves at noon? Bah!
"I'm really convinced! You said they would fill up the food before noon. Look, they are a large group of worker ants, still carrying supplies in full swing." Yang Mingzhi, standing on the gravel roadbed, showed himself without hesitation.
In the face of accusations, train conductor Semyonov could only apologize in embarrassment and give an unoriginal explanation.
Yang Mingzhi had no choice but to go back and felt better after eating some fried steak cooked by Annie herself.
Kazan has very strict control over grain. The local granary has provided a large amount of fresh potatoes, as well as some old flour that was pressed into the warehouse last year. Nowadays, the grain is too high, and a large amount of grain is transported to the warehouse. The relevant departments have to take "particularly serious" measures.
Outbound inspection.
How serious is that? In short, it is dawdling.
The military column was kept busy until almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and finally a sack of flour was piled up. After the thick iron door was closed and locked, the military column could finally travel again.
But Yang Mingzhi had nothing to look forward to anymore. He felt that his life was like a pig. After lunch, he got into the box in a daze. As soon as he took off his shoes, he wrapped them in a blanket. Regardless of whether he was drowsy or not, lying down was always more comfortable than sitting.
.
What's more, my wife is on the bunk facing her, watching her reading a book seriously, which is more interesting than the two comrades from the Ministry of Internal Affairs talking nonsense. Besides, too much talk will lead to mistakes, and those two guys also have the task of surveillance. Many things, they