Because their work in the chemical laboratory was extremely important, as a reward, everyone had roast pork for dinner. From an emotional point of view, it was as if the division commander and chief of staff were hunting in person to reward everyone.
This feeling of being taken extremely seriously was really exciting, and everyone immediately decided to work overtime to prepare more potions.
In addition to the conventional large-scale production of black powder and the production of picric acid and ammonium nitrate explosives as much as possible, hydrazine nitrate was also manufactured bit by bit.
The chief and deputy division commanders have all arrived. Even if they don't come to check at night, they will definitely come the next day. The head of the laboratory still stays in the Blacksmith Village, and only his deputy will be responsible for tomorrow's affairs.
At this moment, various dangerous explosives are piled up in the finished product warehouse. Due to erosion by rain, some black powder has become damp. This is what is worrying. Ivanov, the person in charge, is not here. What should everyone who is left behind do?
Explain to the superior? You can only wait to be criticized.
But deputy Koshkaev decided to simply change the topic in response to the inspection by his superiors. The so-called dampness of black powder was a problem, but those cylinders were an unexpected gain.
The cylinder this man calls is the high-energy fuel that Yang Mingzhi has been dreaming about that can be turned into a terrorist weapon - ethylene oxide.
Koshkav was puzzled at first. The airdropped cylinders were obviously filled with disinfectant. Why did the teacher (Ivanov) say it was a raw material for weapons? The teacher is not here now, and no one dares to play with those dangerous things out of curiosity.
of disinfectants.
After all, all the staff are not fools. Most of them are college students related to chemistry. This ethylene oxide is very dangerous. The warehouses where it is simply stored are unique semi-crypt buildings, which are placed with the prepared dangerous hydrazine nitrate.
together.
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However, early the next morning, after breakfast, Yang Mingzhi and Yevlov did not go directly to the laboratory.
The content of Fuming's report yesterday was really interesting. Accompanied by him, Yang Mingzhi simply went to the hospital to visit the guerrilla leader.
Catfish Village Hospital was first established, and it is still the largest in Novgomel at this stage. It is really full of patients, and most of them do not have bandages on their bodies. It can be seen from the emaciated figures that these
The man is a member of the Locomotive Guerrilla Brigade.
At this moment, Peronisky no longer looked decadent. Now his long hair was cut short and his untidy beard was shaved off. Because the fever had gone away, he still had the opportunity to take a bath and wash it off with soap and linen cloth.
Covered in dirt.
According to insiders, Peronisky was literally covered in mud.
Like this man, the entire guerrilla group is treated equally.
Peronisky boasted that he had recovered well and was lying in the hospital bed as if the war was over.
Where is this place? Is there such a peaceful place in the swamp? This place is like a paradise. The more than half a year of living in the open air has turned me into a savage. I rely on hunting and gathering to survive. Thanks to some villagers
They donated money generously at the critical moment, but when the Germans came in behind, they killed all the villagers.
I want to avenge them, but I have few troops and poor weapons and equipment. Not to mention attacking the enemy, everyone is fighting against hunger and cold!
I never thought that the information I got from the German prisoners this time was true. This time I made a desperate move eastward, and everyone finally turned the corner.
Although he was saved, Peronsky had to ask: "Where are you from? What is your serial number? Where is this place?"
Fuming had already explained the situation immediately and gave the name of the 284th Infantry Division. Judging from the stunned expression of the guerrilla captain, it was obvious that he had some interaction with the 284th Division.
Therefore, this time, the chief and deputy division commanders wanted to talk to this person in person, so Fuming went to the battle in person to guide the commander.
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This is the first time Yang Mingzhi has seen him. He has a thin face and a thin body, and his forehead is full of wrinkles. Maybe he is worried that his fluffy hair is full of fleas and lice? Now his head is almost like a pot head.
.That’s good, at least it looks refreshing.
In the large ward of the entire hospital, the main people lying on the beds were members of this guerrilla group. Their malnutrition could not be fully recovered after just a few days of rest.
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but be a little worried. Fuming claimed to incorporate this guerrilla group into a new battalion. Obviously, this plan would be implemented later!
Fomin led the two officers to Peronisky's hospital bed and introduced: "Division commander, deputy division commander, this is the captain of our Locomotive Guerrilla Brigade, Peronisky."
After breakfast, since there was absolutely nothing to do, Peronisky could only continue to lie on the comfortable bed, squinting his eyes and resting. When he noticed someone coming over and heard Fomin's words, he suddenly opened his eyes.
In this way, what caught his eyes were the other two people except Fu Ming. They were wearing very neat military uniforms, and their epaulettes showed that they had the rank of colonel. What was even more shocking, there was actually a letter hanging on their hearts.
Gold Star Medal.
This is simply incredible!
Peronisky sat upright and asked in surprise: "Who are you? Why are you heroes of the Soviet Union? Comrade, you look like a Tatar, how come you wear such a medal?!"
Yang Mingzhi did not answer immediately. He knew that this person was talking about himself. After thinking about it for a while, Stalin would be very generous in awarding the Gold Star Medal to many people during the Patriotic War. Now is the spring of 1942, which is not the peak period for awarding medals. In fact, he now wears it.
Such a medal is indeed strange. After all, this is a swamp. Beyond the Pripet Swamp, the frontline is still nearly 400 kilometers away.
This person must have done too much guerrilla fighting and knows little about the outside world. It’s really funny. This person is obviously a member of the 32nd Army, so in July last year, he fought side by side with this army, so naturally he also
I was this man's comrade.
Yang Mingzhi shrugged and instructed Fuming, who was about to speak, to stop and ask this person: "Comrade! I already know that your surname is Peronisky and you are a soldier under the 32nd Army. So do you know which army we are?
I remember our division deputy political commissar has informed you."
"Yes! I know!" As he said that, Peronisky knew that he was facing a senior military officer. He got down to the ground almost out of instinct, stood upright in simple clothes, first gave a standard salute, and then said seriously
Seriously replied: "Sir, I am Alexandro Grigorievich Peronisky, 32nd Army, 173rd Division, company commander."
This man is truly an officer of the regular army. He has been fighting guerrillas for more than half a year and he can still maintain such etiquette.
Yevlov nodded: "It's really rare. I knew that the people in the 32nd Army were all real men, even if they were reduced to such a situation."
Yang Mingzhi started to wonder whether the division commander's words would make this person a little displeased: "My comrade division commander, no one wants to lose the battle. A true hero would rather die in battle than surrender. These comrades are admiring this person."
Under the leadership of Comrade Ronisky, we have been fighting the Germans for several months. I think you can praise him and his soldiers a few more words."
Yevlov is not good at saying a lot of nice things. Firstly, his vocabulary is limited, and secondly, he cannot save face.
This job was naturally handled by Yang Mingzhi. The hospital was supposed to be quiet, but since so many patients were looking at him curiously, he certainly couldn't be stingy with words.
After saying a bunch of words that sounded a bit false and empty, Yang Mingzhi was surprised to find that the effect was really good. Maybe these soldiers had been waiting for this belated praise for too long.