In Yang Mingzhi's field of vision, the sky was filled with parachutes, and gliders landed hard one after another. His ears were enveloped by the roar of airplanes rubbing against the air, but nothing happened after the gliders landed.
Maybe because they are just a pile of wood.
The forest has become an excellent speed reducer, and the super large wingspan of the glider still reduces its speed to a certain extent. The lift tries its best to offset the gravity, so they do not plunge headlong to the ground.
The waiting time has been long enough! Yang Mingzhi, who was lying on the ground, shouted: "It is safe enough now! If the glider exploded and caught fire, it should have happened long ago! What we should do now is rescue supplies!"
"Okay then! Guardsmen, come on up!" Yevlov ordered to the guard company troops who were also lying down.
A dozen soldiers were not as cautious as their commanders. They immediately put their submachine guns on their backs and ran towards the crash site excitedly. When they arrived, a small group of people had gathered here, and the transportation of supplies had already begun.
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The situation was immediately reported to the people at the division headquarters, so Yang Mingzhi finally stood up confidently, shook the dust off his body, and criticized Yevlov who had just held him down: "You are just too nervous! There are already comrades here.
We, the officers and municipal officials at the division headquarters, are carrying out rescue operations to carry goods, but we are worrying in vain. If word gets out, the soldiers will think that we are cowards."
"They won't!" Yevlov said bluntly: "When the soldiers have a piece of bread in their left hand and a bottle of wine in their right hand, they will only be grateful that their commander is a good person. []"
"Then you have the skills to speak, shouldn't you help our people?" Yelentina had already rolled up her sleeves and greeted the remaining guards with her head held high: "Comrades, don't worry about the chief and deputy division commanders.
superior!"
Yang Mingzhi glanced sideways and saw that Yelenkina and the group of people from the municipal party committee were already striding towards the crash site. So why are they still standing there? Go hunting for treasure!
At this moment, a sense of expectation for the unknown arose spontaneously, and Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but think about it.
Is it clothes, bedding, ammunition, or some vodka? Or some cylinders containing ethylene oxide?
After walking a few hundred meters, the answers to all the questions were revealed.
A huge glider had been smashed to pieces, its craft was completely damaged, and its cabin was violently smashed into two pieces. It is indeed impossible for it to explode or catch fire, because in a sense, it is simply a
Just a huge wooden flying container.
It originally soared into the sky and became a wreck, with a large number of brown sacks exposed from its "belly".
The search team in charge of the area, composed of villagers from Blacksmith Village, has already begun the intense transportation work. They must first take the supplies out of the cabin one by one. The smashed cabin made the work easier.
Yelentina is completely a strong and motivated woman, and her downy arms convinced Yang Mingzhi that this woman's strength should not be underestimated.
The women of Maozi should not be underestimated, because the people struggling to carry the sacks in front of Yang Mingzhi were a group of women, to be precise, aunts.
Their bodies are puffy and fat. Maybe in addition to eating a few potatoes from the ration, they try to eat fish to ensure their strength. Or maybe because they have collected the supplies from the sky earlier, everyone will have a lot more food in their rice bowls.
It is this expectation that makes them work harder.
Yelentina had already gone deep into the pile of debris and tried to pick up a bundle of sacks herself. She lifted it hard, but accidentally fell to the ground.
"Alas! You should be careful!" The strong, strong Yevlov rushed up and helped his girlfriend up.
"I'm fine!" Yelentina stood up slowly, but she was still injured.
"You still say you're fine? Look at your palms, they're full of blood! Look at the others, they're all wearing gloves!"
Yevlov quickly pushed her away and called out to all the men present, including several members of the municipal committee. "We are all men. It would be too bad if we lose to women. Including you, Belekov, please
I also condescend to help our women move the supplies. Abram, I order you and your guards to move the supplies now."
Yang Mingzhi got angry when he heard this and shouted impatiently: "What does it mean to be condescending? Am I noble? You and I are no different from them. We are all warriors!"
Incited by Yevlov, the division commander, those municipal party committee officials who were not good at working, including the chubby Lyudbalev, who was half a century old, had to act as farmers. He didn't know if his old waist would flash because of this.
If I don't do it now, it will be a bureaucracy. What's more, Yelentina, a woman from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, has eyes as wide as bells!
But Yang Mingzhi would not just use his hands stupidly. All linen must be rough. The search team would not stop working, so it was impossible to free up more gloves. Yang Mingzhi and other newly joined "porters" all used their hands.
Bundling cloth.
However, in the face of a heavy sack, courage without enough strength is simply the courage of an ordinary man.
"Damn it! This thing must weigh a hundred kilograms! Chernenko, come here and help me move it!" Lyudbalev tried and decided that he couldn't move it. The only way was to move it together.
Yang Mingzhi looked sideways, and a feeling of contempt arose spontaneously. Even if Aunt Maozi was already strong and they could carry it, then a strong man could certainly do it. The people on the municipal committee were too focused on mental work, or they were carnivores.
I'm sorry, I don't have any muscles in my body, but I have a lot of oil in my stomach.
As a warrior, Yang Mingzhi prides himself on having strong physical strength. Moreover, the muscles all over his body are real! He grabbed a sack and carried it hard, and the weight almost crushed him. Fortunately, he recovered.
At the same time, Yevlov seemed to be under so much pressure that he could not even frown while carrying the sack.
"Berekov, can you do it? If not, don't try so hard!"
Yevlov's words were simply inappropriate. Yang Mingzhi bit it and growled: "Don't worry about me! I can do it!"
"Since you can do it! Then move it to the temporary unloading site over there!"
Following the direction of his eyes, Yang Mingzhi looked at the small clearing in the forest, which was the unloading dock. At this moment, large and small sacks were piled into a hill.
In this way, in order to prove his ability, Yang Mingzhi walked on the soft humus in the forest step by step, imagining that he was a "brick mover".
So, what are these heavy things? The sack is very large, and there must be a lot of good things bumped into it. At least it is not a sharp thing, let alone a metal object, otherwise it would not be able to be carried by one person.
So, this is either a military uniform or a bedding!
Unfortunately, the sack was tightly tied with hemp rope and its contents could not be clarified.
"Whatever it is! I have to open it and take a look later!".