Yang Mingzhi is not a drunkard. Although he is somewhat resistant to alcohol, if he drinks too much vodka, his spirit will collapse.
Besides, from working in the morning to late at night, this body also carried a series of collisions with the butt of the gun during the day. Yang Mingzhi spent a very fulfilling day and achieved great success. At the cost, both physically and mentally.
Exhausted, he drank another three kilograms of vodka at the wine table today. After lamenting that he could only drink so much, he followed the example of the military commander, leaning back on a wooden chair and snoring until the guards entered the room.
The garrison soldiers at the military district headquarters know their superiors very well.
Wine is a good thing, especially in cold Novosibirsk. All the staff in the headquarters love vodka. Even though the superiors have been providing some ground coffee powder to refresh the staff, everyone still likes wine.
A small amount of wine warms the body and invigorates the body. Drinking too much, just like the current situation, if the deputy commander had not been involved in the meal and did not participate in the dinner, tonight, the center of the entire military region would have shut down!
Yang Mingzhi drowsily felt that he was being carried on a stretcher, and later, he was lying on a soft bed again.
This is indeed the case, and what the military region commander promised has really been implemented.
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"Ah... what time is it now? Where am I?"
Yang Mingzhi finally woke up, and the next second he was surprised to find that he was lying on a large white bed wearing a military uniform. A ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains into the small room. Look at the intensity of the light and the time.
It's definitely getting late.
"What time is it?" He didn't raise his arm immediately. He glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. Yesterday's old date was torn off, and the time was already September 22nd.
"Oh? Is it already the autumnal equinox? No, it's time to snow in this damn place in Siberia."
Yang Mingzhi finally saw the watch, and it was already ten o'clock in the morning. He vaguely remembered that yesterday's dinner was held at about seven o'clock in the evening. The variety of food they provided was not many and limited, but there was a lot of vodka.
In order to show their abilities, a group of soldiers who were over fifty years old competed with each other to drink wine for themselves. As for when they would stop drinking, Yang Mingzhi estimated that it might be nine o'clock in the evening.
When he thought about it, he was shocked to realize that his promise to his wife was in vain. Now that he was awake, his stomach felt bloated and painful.
The so-called good wine will definitely not give you a headache after drinking it sobering up. Methanol is mixed in the inferior wine blended with local roasters. If you drink that stuff, your head will feel uncomfortable for several days.
After getting up, Yang Mingzhi felt that he was in good spirits. After going to the toilet, he turned on the faucet, moved it to the "hot water level" skillfully, washed his face with warm water, and even washed his short hair with soap.
one time.
Then, after solving all this, Yang Mingzhi saw himself in the mirror on the sink, still so alert...
But thinking about the series of actions just now, he sighed again: "This is the guest house of the military region headquarters! If it weren't for the lack of TV, computers, and mobile phone signals, what would be the big difference between this and the next century."
Thinking about it carefully, Yang Mingzhi felt that the big cities in the Soviet Union are now very modern. Although the power supply is tight, the power generation capacity has been growing during peacetime, right? On the contrary, the factors of war forced Novosibirsk to engage in industrial construction, and the power generation capacity was also increasing day by day.
The world today is still at the peak of the electrical age. As for the information age, there are still more than twenty years to go until New Year's Day in 1970!
Thinking too much is also a disease, so I left the private bathroom in the room and stood in the small room and looked around.
"Oh, ordinary dormitories are nothing more than that. Heck, when I was in high school, the dormitory also restricted the use of electricity. It's a scam. It's a scam."
Yang Mingzhi was in a good mood. He just wanted to chat with the commander of the military region and then rush back to his design bureau as soon as possible. First, he had to find his wife and apologize to her.
The sunshine outside is indeed bright, so bright that it makes people feel good.
"Ah! Today is actually a warm autumn day. It will get colder and colder in the future. I should do more things while it's warm now."
Thinking so, when Yang Mingzhi pushed open the iron window with thick glass, a strong cold wind hit the hall!
After being frozen again, the thick windows were hung up again.
"What's going on? Why is it so cold?! Some of the dark clouds were quite warm yesterday. What's going on today?!"
Before Yang Mingzhi could figure it out, he just listened to the small crack in the window, where the whistling of the wind suddenly came.
A bad thought floated in his mind.
Actually, the cold snap should come when the time comes.
This year's climate is a bit abnormal. Could it be due to the war? There was less rainfall in most parts of the Soviet Union in September? Regardless of whether the precipitation is more or less, by the end of September, Siberia is the first to cool down, and then in October, Moscow should also have its first rain.
Snow.
The climate has cooled down. For the warring Soviet Union and Germany and even the slave states of the German army, winter is not a good season for fighting. The reason is cold.
The Russians have lived in this land for more than a thousand years. It cannot be said that their genes are anti-freeze. It should be said that they often face extreme low temperatures of minus 20 degrees in winter, and they are better able to prepare for winter rains. On the other hand, the German army
, the situation is much worse. For the 260,000 Italian servants living in the warm world of the Mediterranean, the word "cold" itself can give them a blow to their morale.
Winter is a double-edged sword. Whoever can tolerate low temperatures better will have a tactical advantage.
When Yang Mingzhi designed the so-called assault rifle, he took extreme winter conditions into consideration.
If the temperature is too cold, the metal parts of the firearm will shrink, and if it is too hot, it will expand. In any case, yesterday's crazy test has proven one thing that the new gun uses materials with good performance, making the firearm highly resistant to huge temperature differences.
When processing gun parts, Yang Mingzhi did some research on the materials used. In theory, those steel materials are indeed excellent.
This is indeed true in theory, and it also has excellent performance in experiments. However, when I think about going back, why do I suddenly feel uneasy?
"Those guys should still be working hard?! When I get back, I'm going to check the rifling of those guns!"
After tidying up his clothes, Yang Mingzhi left the room and met Grishenko who had been standing guard at the door.
"Ah? You...you just stand here all the time?"
Grischenko saluted with a military salute: "Yes, general, I am your guard."
"Okay, how long have you been standing here?"
"All night long!" After saying that, Grishenko pointed to the wooden chair in the corridor, "I took a nap here for a while."
"You... it's really hard for you." Yang Mingzhi patted him on the shoulder to encourage him, but Gryshenko still had something to say.
"General, while you were resting, I called the design bureau and reported your situation to them."
"oh?"
"They all know that you spent the night at the military district headquarters, including your wife. Berekova asked me to protect your safety."
"What?! She..." Yang Mingzhi was shocked, "What else did she say?"
"She said she was angry and complained that I didn't stop you from drinking. Not much else."
"Well, after all, she is a woman." Looking into Grishenko's eyes, Yang Mingzhi smiled and said, "Women will care about their husbands. As for drinking, this is our men's business."
Grishenko is serious about his words. Wine is a good thing. Which Russian man doesn’t like it? Just like black bears like honey, men like wine. This is simply a matter of course.
Let's talk about what happened yesterday. The general had a long talk with the officers of the military area in the private room, and he also had a wonderful meal. He didn't have much rest after a night, or because he finished too much, the butt of his gun gave him a bump on his shoulder yesterday.
The soreness is gone now.
"Let's go, Lieutenant, we should go back." Yang Mingzhi shook his neck and walked towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.
It was almost noon, and Yang Mingzhi was leaving the military district headquarters. Before that, he met Commander Medvedev again.
As expected, the Commander wanted to have another banquet as dinner was about to start.
Still want to drink? No, if you continue to drink for a whole day, it will be useless.
After declining the commander's kindness, Yang Mingzhi did not return empty-handed. As the commander said, the military region headquarters had a lot of alcohol in stock, and Yang Mingzhi finally had to hold a box of vodka and stuff it into the trunk of the car.
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The cold wind blew on the wide road. Grishenko drove the car himself and couldn't help but feel nervous about the sudden change in weather.
"General, I guess it will snow soon."
"I think so! It's completely different from the warmth indoors. I never expected that the temperature has dropped to zero degrees."
"Yes, I noticed that some of the water has frozen, and I hope it won't be too cold after the snowfall."
Cold? Yang Mingzhi really doesn’t like the cold, but it’s a pity that no one can stop the change of seasons.
"Snow is certain. Fortunately, they harvested all the wheat before it snowed. What else do we have to worry about? Ah, yes, I should indeed be worried."
Yang Mingzhi believes that even if it snows, those workers should continue to build houses, otherwise Mayor Umov will let him go.
If you let the pigeons go, I'm sorry. Send a report letter to Stalin and get it.
After more than a day, Yang Mingzhi finally came back.
His mental state is actually very good, and no matter how cold the weather is, it can't cool his blood.
The car entered the Academy of Sciences campus and reached the gate of the Design Bureau at an extremely fast speed.
Through the car window, my wife did not greet me, and there was no one idle outside. Only the guards who rotated daily were still standing guard. Indeed, the weather was cold and the cold wind kept blowing. Who would risk getting sick if it was not for their duties?
Dangerous standing outdoors?
Yang Mingzhi got out of the car and told Grishenko: "After you park the car, go directly to the main office and tell them that I am back."
"As you command!"
It was dinner time at this moment, and smoke was rising from the chimney of the independent kitchen. It was obvious that Anne was cooking.
"What will she do today? No, let's check her situation first."
Yang Mingzhi hurried home, but there was no trace of his wife in the warm house.
My wife is not here, but the quilt on the bed is neatly folded. "Where did this girl go with her bulging belly? Damn it!"
His wife should not run away blindly, but Yang Mingzhi was suddenly at a loss. He immediately rushed out of the house and went straight to the kitchen. If anyone knew where his wife was, it was Annie who was cooking.
The half-covered wooden kitchen door was suddenly opened.
"Hey, Annie, have you met Bessika?"
"Brother! I'm here!"
Hearing a call in Chinese, Yang Mingzhi's inner nervousness was suddenly calmed down. In the dim kitchen, two women were sitting on wooden stools, peeling potatoes around a wooden basin. One of them was none other than
My beloved wife.
"Oh, you scared me to death. Why is there no one at home?" As he said that, Yang Mingzhi walked over.
Yang Mingzhi felt a little guilty for breaking his promise. When his wife was sleeping alone yesterday, she must have been worried about her husband, but how could he know about Yang Tao's past night?
"My dear, I drank too much yesterday. I must have worried you, right?"
"You..." The knife in Carambola's hand stabbed a half-cut potato directly, and then threw it into the tub. She raised her little head, her nose became sour, and a few tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes.
She was a smart woman, and she knew that her husband would take advantage of others. The tears came more and more, and she just looked at her husband calmly, but her tears turned into two small streams, flowing down to her chin.
"Ouch! Why are you crying?"
Yang Mingzhi subconsciously squatted down and stretched out his calloused right hand to try to wipe away his wife's tears. This move finally made the strong Yang Tao burst into tears.
She rushed over directly into her husband's arms.
"You said well, you will be back soon. You still drank too much, and you were sleeping in the guest house. I was so scared at night without you, and it was scary with the strong wind blowing outside. If Grishenko hadn't called me, I would have
I don’t even know your situation.”
"Ah... I made you worry..."
In fact, Yang Mingzhi really didn't understand how his wife suddenly collapsed. Even during the war, she was not so nervous even though he fearlessly led the charge. He still remembers that the last time she burst into tears like this was when her arm was injured.
It's just a one-night stand, that's how serious it is.
Yang Tao continued to sob delicately: "I was so scared without you by my side, so I just...I went to take Annie's care. She and I slept on the same bed, so early in the morning I peeled potatoes and cooked with her..."
Yang Mingzhi could no longer hear what she said next, so he could only continue to hug his wife and let her vent.
"Well, you see, I'm back. I got strong support from the commander of the military region last night. I still have many big things to do in the future, so you have to support me."
Yang Tao didn't respond. She had almost vented her emotions. She finally released her arms from holding her husband and looked directly at him with her eyes.
"I'm much better, but I still feel uncomfortable. In the future, you drink less and spend more time with me, otherwise I will be scared."
"Okay, I'll stay with you. I'll stay with you now, okay?"
Yang Mingzhi was already feeling guilty, but when he saw his wife crying and being so emotional, he didn't feel guilty.
Later, he learned from Anne that the so-called pregnant women's emotions are unstable. They are the most insecure, and the sense of crisis accompanies the entire pregnancy, so they need the protection and comfort of their husbands. Women during this period,
No matter how strong she is usually, she is now the most vulnerable in every sense of the word.
But now it is impossible for Yang Mingzhi to pay more attention to his wife. He can only ask Anne to give more attention to Yang Tao's life, or just hug her on the bed at night to give her a sense of security.
The weather suddenly became cold, and Yang Mingzhi's heart was filled with hot springs. Coming out of the military district headquarters made people even more excited. Soon Stalin would know what happened in Novosibirsk. Anyway, the commander was leading the assault rifle experiment here.
Sexual mass production has to be stopped first and then announced.