The morning meeting ended here. Balzen's important discovery convinced Yang Mingzhi that the period of strategic opportunity had really arrived.
In the future, unless the swamp army takes the initiative to attack, the enemy will counterattack appropriately, and they will not even choose to go to war at the wrong time. Because there are still three full months before the Battle of Stalingrad that will inevitably occur in history, and the current macro battlefield
The German troops on the Upper Eastern Front are aggressively attacking Crimea, and this strategic intention will soon be realized.
Then they will launch two fronts non-stop, one is to capture the Volga River Basin to control the Soviet Union's economic lifeline, and the other is to capture the Caucasus region to control the Soviet Union's oil industry.
They absolutely do not have the time to send tens of thousands of regular troops to clear out the swamps. Even if the top German army officials who took the wrong medicine must come to fight to death, then they will definitely leave their names in history!
Whether the German army was defending or attacking, Yang Mingzhi was not afraid.
One cannot live inactively in this life. Now that he has traveled through time, this is an opportunity given by God. So what if Balzen causes another big incident and detonates the powder keg again? Think about it carefully, it is best to consider this kind of thing.
Yang Mingzhi strode home quickly, humming a song and in a very good mood.
Gunshots rang out frequently from the shooting range not far away. It was the children from the youth camp who continued their target training. These gunshots were almost the loudest noise in the blacksmith village. In addition, there were various noises from the arsenal. As for the village, production
There are all kinds of military supplies, handicraft workshops for daily necessities, and the chirping sounds of various tools are also very interesting.
Farming villagers are accustomed to taking food to the fields. After listening to Jelentina's brief explanation, farmers all have the task of clearing up wasteland. After the potato tubers are finally buried, someone will check them as a way to gain work points.
The roads in the village seemed a little empty, and some strange and pitiful screams reached his ears.
"Damn it! Could it be that some parents are beating their children? Aren't all children arranged to go to school to study forcibly?" Yang Mingzhi scratched his head and walked in the direction of the sound.
It didn't take long for him to realize what it was. The ones making the calls were not humans at all, but a group of furry bleats.
Sheep are usually just foodies who just chew green grass. Only rams are controlled by hormones when spring comes and become "exciters". They usually fight, but they don't scream.
"Are we going to add vegetables at noon or evening today? Where are the sheep being slaughtered?" Then I thought about it and realized that I was obviously going straight to the wool spinning workshop.
It is now March, the highest temperature in the afternoon can exceed ten degrees, and the lowest temperature at night is also above freezing. The days in the future will get hotter and hotter, and it is meaningless for sheep to wear thick hair. Obviously shearing sheep
The season has arrived.
Yang Mingzhi knew about the arrival of these sheep. Some of them were sent by Heitu Village very early, and some were brought by refugees. The sheep had become strategic materials and they were all owned by the collective farms.
Yang Mingzhi came quietly and saw more than 20 furry guys. Some of them were being held down by strong village women, and the scissors were cutting off clumps of hair on the sheep's bodies like grass.
He saw that five of them had finished their "haircuts". They were completely different from their fluffy and honest images. Now they seemed to be malnourished and thin.
Among the flock of plush sheep and the stout Slavic peasant woman, Yang Mingzhi also saw two slender figures. The backs and clothes were so familiar!
Starfruit and Natasha were told that they would receive a gift from the Blacksmith Village Collective Farm Committee in the name of the collective in recognition of their outstanding performance in fighting and saving lives and healing the wounded.
They did not refuse, presumably this was also the deputy division commander's decision, and followed the village committee staff straight to the wool spinning workshop.
Since they had never seen sheep sheared, it was like watching a Western for them.
Yang Mingzhi walked over quietly, and put his huge palms gently on their shoulders. Like a conditioned reflex, they jumped vigilantly. Yang Mingzhi believed that if they held the sand in their hands, he would
This little life is finally put on hold.
"Brother! So it's you!?" Star Tao, who was like a cat with explosive hair, calmed down.
"Yes, it's me! Your vigilance is really high. As a sniper, this is certainly a necessary lesson, but there is no danger in this village."
The two of them laughed innocently. Their smiles were bright, which was in sharp contrast to the sheep that were screaming and unwilling to be shaved.
Yang Mingzhi continued to ask: "You have no other tasks today, and you shouldn't run around. Why are you here at this woolen mill again?"
"Huh? Didn't you authorize it? We were also invited here." Yang Tao pinched his chin curiously.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing overalls and overalls walked out of the chirping longhouse.
Yang Mingzhi saw that this man looked familiar, and thought carefully that his name should be Shabanov, because the name was as strange as Liguschkov, so it was easy to remember. "One has the surname of Frog, and the other has the surname of Toad. The deep swamp is really suitable for the scene."
"
He keeps his complaints in his heart, but he can abduct his own girl to watch a group of aunts shaving sheep. What is going on in this old guy's mind?
Shabanov simply said: "Comrade Deputy Division Commander, do you have the time to come and see us shearing sheep? Or do you plan to enter the workshop and watch our workers spinning wool?"
"Of course I..." I originally wanted to protest to him, but since textiles were mentioned, it wouldn't hurt to just take a look.
Yang Mingzhi still asked about the girl, but the guy named Toad snapped his fingers, and two strong aunts wearing headscarves came out of the long house.
"Boss! The clothes have been made. Should we put them on now?" one person asked in an inappropriate tone.
Shabanov did not answer her and quickly explained the situation to Yang Mingzhi.
"Let our heroic sniper come, this is what Kaweski means. Girls should have decent clothes, but our heroine's life is too simple. Recently, Black Earth Village has begun large-scale sheep shearing, and we have also
It has started. Because most of the pay-off machines are here, and more cotton spinning pressure is placed in the blacksmith village. The latest wool shirts have been produced, and we plan to let the heroes wear them first."
This is beyond Yang Mingzhi's expectation. After all, from wool to a piece of woolen clothing, it must go through multiple processing processes and takes a long time. Perhaps driven by the production movement, the workers here are also showing their fearless spirit?
Anyway, the military uniform my wife is wearing was from the last airdrop, and the underwear that will last her whole life is bought in Yekaterinburg. I’m really glad that I bought a lot of socks at that time, otherwise my wife’s tender feet would have gotten a lot of blisters, and this benefit is also
Gave it directly to Natasha.
They really should put on new clothes. These white sweaters are fluffy and should be very comfortable.
The eyes of these two girls clearly showed their desire, but they did not take the initiative to take action. Their two pairs of big eyes looked directly at themselves.
Yang Mingzhi scratched his face and shouted: "What are you still doing? Go try on clothes." (To be continued...) u