When a new day arrived, Yang Mingzhi woke up and rubbed the soft flesh on his wife's chest to wake her up.
Everyone is up and looking good, which means the mushrooms collected are completely safe.
This is when the surrounding environment becomes a little abnormal, and the entire forest is filled with heavy fog.
"Oops, could this be a hallucination caused by eating poisonous mushrooms?" A soldier asked doubtfully.
Abram shouted carelessly: "Idiot, Ivan, you are not dizzy at all. All of us have seen this fog. Besides, it is normal to have morning fog in the morning."
After today's rain, not only the entire swamp became swollen, but the previously relatively dry areas were also wet. Coupled with the warming temperature, after the sun shone on the earth, the morning fog naturally appeared thicker than usual, so much so that it was even more than ten meters away.
None of the figures could be seen clearly.
"Damn it! It's really terrible! How can we get to Catfish Village in this fog?!" Yang Mingzhi was very depressed. The current road conditions were not very good, and the visibility was shockingly low. Not to mention finding the road, he turned around and went to Catfish Village.
Even if we try to notify the people who dismembered the giant wild boar, it will be difficult to find their exact location.
Yevlov shouted loudly and called the old man's location. With his voice, the two division commanders met. "What should we do? Berekov, are we setting off now? This fog..."
"Departure? Are you kidding!" Yang Mingzhi shook his head angrily: "We still wait! Wait for the damn fog to dissipate. I believe the fog will definitely disappear at noon!"
What else could be done? We had to wait! Yevlov shook his head helplessly. He had to order the telegraph operator to report this unexpected situation to the division headquarters and Fomin.
The fog indeed dissipated by noon, the weather was quite warm, and it was time to set off.
After Roshakov left, some carriages were left behind. The purpose of these empty carriages was to load the meat cut from the Pig King. After a night of work, the three carriages were fully loaded!
Yang Mingzhi no longer wanted to watch the wild boar's current condition. It was definitely extremely bloody, just like a battlefield after a battle.
The carriages were all loaded with fresh meat, but not the offal. Two carts were loaded with meat, but one cart was filled with bristles.
The pork belly, pig heart, and pig liver in the pig offal are all good things, so it’s a pity that they can’t take them away!
Fortunately, the butcher who was still behind explained the situation. As the saying goes, pigs will not give up easily when they go into water, and there will be a convoy coming from Catfish Village to clean up the aftermath! With such words, Yang Mingzhi was finally completely relieved and left without any worries.
On the other hand, Fuming attached great importance to this meeting with his chief and deputy division commanders.
Like Rosakov, he was guarding the old military camp in Catfish Village. He felt as if he was isolated. The construction of the Blacksmith Village was very impressive. Now that Novgomel is legal, the core of its city is obviously the Blacksmith Village.
Although the first position of Catfish Village is not as good as that of Blacksmith Village, it will definitely be marginalized. But in the past few months, there has still not been much change here. Fu Ming can’t help but worry that the reason for this is because Catfish Village was exposed and the airport was
If it is blown into a fish pond, its strategic value will not be high.
The only thing that makes Fuming happy is that this Catfish Village is still a large military camp, and he is the actual leader of the party, government and army here. With power in hand, he has no reason to be proud. Deep in the isolated war island, there is nothing better than training.
A good job is more important, and one's own responsibilities are extremely heavy.
Now the commissioner from Moscow is sitting in the blacksmith village with a series of orders from his superiors. That person will become the real leader here. Fomin is somewhat unconvinced but has no choice, because he must obey the organization's arrangements.
It just so happened that the commander and deputy division commander suddenly arrived today, and we happened to get together to talk about some private and official matters.
The heavy fog seriously interfered with the work during the day, and the planned welcome banquet at noon was canceled. The wild boars delivered overnight had been cut up, and the pig skins and pig offal had been collected for other uses.
The unexpected harvest of a large amount of pork made the entire Catfish Village eager to move - the soldiers had not eaten fresh meat for a long time!
The wild boar has been turned into a stew, and a dish was added to the military meals at noon. Many of the leftovers were urgently pickled for later consumption. As an officer, Fuming also had more selfishness. The best butt point on the wild boar
The meat was collected. The meat must be eaten today and must go into the mouth of the officer.
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Yang Mingzhi ordered the two girls to ride horses. He and Yevlov, together with the officers and soldiers, followed the convoy on foot to the long-lost Catfish Village. The group did not march for long before they encountered friendly forces who came to meet them. So the two of them also
No longer needing to endure the muddy road, Yang Mingzhi pulled the girls down, sat in the jeep together, and arrived at the destination first.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Yang Mingzhi was just looking at things along the way, but he saw a lot of villagers. Although there were not many civilians in Catfish Village, there were still 3,000 people. Happily, this number is still increasing.
The refugees who fled were grateful that Pripet Swamp was a pure land just like the legend. Naturally, they could not be isolated from the war as a matter of course when they came here. War can burn here at any time, and everyone must
Accept the new rules here.
No matter what kind of job they held in the city before, whether they were clerks, factory workers, or newspaper reporters. In Novgomel, those who can no longer continue to work in their original jobs have a common identity - collective farms.
member.
This situation reminded Yang Mingzhi of China in the 1960s and 1970s.
This is not a movement of people going to the mountains and rural areas at all, and these urban people are not devolved. If you choose to compromise with the Germans, you are a traitor, and your right to life is still being harmed. You can only choose to continue fighting by escaping into the swamp. Your body is the capital of the revolution.
These Soviet citizens knew this.
The car was approaching Catfish Village. Yang Mingzhi was particularly familiar with this place. This was the place where he had fought for the first time.
On both sides of the dirt road, middle-aged women wearing headscarves and carrying baskets walked by in horizontal lines from time to time. They were members of a production team. From their full baskets and smiles full of harvest joy, Yang Mingzhi knew that today
The mushroom picking battle once again won a great victory!
I just don’t know if these bright red porks will instantly arouse people’s greed when they meet the meat convoys? After all, it is red meat! The Soviet Union, like Western countries, treats red meat and fish separately.
Yes! It can be said that red meat has always been a delicacy.
The Jeep kept stirring up mud, but the wheels did not sink into the mud. The whole ground was still wet. In the car, Yang Mingzhi had already worked hard to clean the mud off his leather boots. After all, he must meet Fuming today, this Jew.
It must be from the bottom of my soul that I can't stand any sloppiness. To maintain a reliable military appearance is to respect him and myself.
Soon, the car finally drove into Catfish Village.
"Alas! I haven't been back for a while." Yang Mingzhi stretched out in the car as if he was relieved of a heavy burden.
"You came back more than ten days ago, but I really haven't been here for a while." Yevlov said angrily, "The distance between the two villages is more than ten kilometers at most. I think I am still too lazy."
"Nonsense! You are too busy." Yang Mingzhi smiled and said, "You are the division commander, and you need to take care of many things at the division headquarters. Even if there is nothing important on a certain day, you still have to stay at the division headquarters!"
Yevlov nodded. There is basically nothing wrong with what he said, but some details are very debatable. For example, there are many things that need to be decided by me. Isn’t it you, Belekov, who makes the decisions on most things? I basically agreed.
It’s a matter of course! But there’s nothing we can do about it. After all, our skills are inferior to those of others. If we force ourselves to do it, the whole of Novgomel will be in trouble.
After thinking about it, Yevlov just smiled and did not continue to say this. Instead, he pointed ahead and ordered: "Soldier, drive well and turn left ahead."