Mid-April has finally arrived, and a full ten days have passed since the short operation ended.
In the Pripet Swamp, because we are always facing military threats from the German army, every day of peaceful life is precious and cannot be wasted.
But in Yang Mingzhi's view, he has really wasted a lot of time. The fertilizer plant plan that was decided in March has not yet been implemented! The enemy will not rest. Yang Mingzhi believes that in May, the 284th Division will definitely launch a massive attack.
Large-scale action. If the fertilizer plant has not been completed by then, it will be quite bad!
Is a small fertilizer plant really that important? At least in Yang Mingzhi's opinion, it is!
After all, if you want to create a high-thrust rocket weapon, just using black powder is not enough. Only by filling the tube with part of the fertilizer can the rocket launcher be truly manufactured.
Under Yang Mingzhi's encouragement, people in the chemical laboratory became increasingly aware of the importance of the fertilizer plant. Now, the group of chemists who were about to go to Blacksmith Village got on the truck.
Horse-drawn carriages and trucks formed a small convoy, and Yang Mingzhi drove the jeep himself.
Today, Fu Ming naturally had to follow the convoy straight to the Blacksmith Village. He held the thick document bag and sat directly in the passenger seat of Yang Mingzhi. Behind him were the two girls Yang Tao and Natasha.
He was about to go to the blacksmith village. This was the first time he met Stalin Commissioner Salinchkin, and he felt somewhat uneasy.
"Berekov, that man from Moscow, what kind of person is he? He is a person specially sent by the leader. I am very worried..."
Fuming couldn't explain exactly what he was worried about, and the nervousness was written on his face.
Yang Mingzhi rolled his eyes at him and asked: "Do you think that since he is a person sent by the leader, he is also a person who must not be provoked? As if every word he says is what the leader means?"
"Maybe that's it! After all, that man is from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and has a higher level than Yelentina! I'm really worried."
Yang Mingzhi sighed. Although Stalin's authority was greatly strengthened during the purge of counterrevolutionaries, he should never be the czar of the Soviet Union. Even if his position is the highest, the highest power should belong to the group, not to him personally.
It is inappropriate to fear Stalin like the god of plague, so there is no need to fear Salinchkin.
Yang Mingzhi squinted at the way he was holding the document bag tightly, and somewhat understood. Then he comforted him: "Fu Ming, that man is by no means a dogmatist, nor a person who is greedy for life and fear of death. It's not so much that he was parachuted under orders.
We here, it is better to say that we take the initiative to ask for help. That man is very easy to talk to and very intelligent."
Hearing what he said, Fu Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope so!"
"So let's set off now! You are the person in charge of Catfish Village, and it's up to you to order the convoy to move forward!"
As Fuming stood up and waved his hand, each vehicle started its engine.
The convoy moved slowly in a northerly direction along the already relatively dry road...
Yang Mingzhi returned to Blacksmith Village with great expectations. Fuming was somewhat worried. No matter what his mentality was, the convoy would definitely reach its destination before noon.
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On the other hand, the division headquarters is also well prepared to welcome it.
During the few days that Yang Mingzhi left, Salinchkin also stayed in the office, sorting out various documents.
There are many historical documents in Novgomel, which record not only the remnants of the 284th Division and the Sixth Mechanized Army entering here, and the general direction of retreat of each unit, but also the records of the Blacksmith Village before the war broke out.
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Salinchkin came to the conclusion that among the several collective farms in the Pripet Swamp, only the last three could be found to have resident activities. These three villages formed a triangle.
, the current name here is Novgomel.
After Sarinchkin and Lyudbalev had sorted out the various documents from the Blacksmith Village, the municipal committee was waiting for detailed documents from Black Earth Village and Catfish Village.
Therefore, Fomin came straight with the convoy, and Salinchkin paid great attention to it.
According to past management, Yang Mingzhi estimates that there will be another dinner party at noon today. Wine is a good thing, but you shouldn’t drink it often!
Fortunately, it was an unusual day at noon, so everyone had a simple meal. After dinner, Yang Mingzhi and others returned to the division headquarters and held a brief report meeting.
"Speaking of which, you are really lucky to have encountered a herd of wild boars. Now the warriors of Catfish Village have eaten fresh meat!" Yelentina's expression was somewhat displeased. After all, it was a chance to eat fresh red meat.
not much.
I had reported on the hunting earlier, in which I killed a huge one and obtained a large amount of meat, which has now been digested in the stomachs of thousands of people.
These matters are considered private matters, and Salinchkin and Yelentina who were present at the meeting were not meant to listen to these anecdotes.
This was the first time Fomin met Stalin Commissioner Salinchkin, and the document bag he carried attracted attention.
"You are Comrade Fuming, right? You are a Communist and a Jew. Like me, you came by air and are now in charge of various affairs in Catfish Village!"
A simple question showed that this person knew him very well.
Fuming affirmed and said: "As you said, I am responsible for the Catfish Village area. It was our original military camp, and now it has been marginalized. However, it is very close to the Pripet River and its strategic position is relatively important. Then
It is the western gate of Novgomel, and my responsibility is very important."
How could Salinchkin not know this? He had been looking at Fomin's thick document bag on the desk and said seriously: "Comrade Fomin, you came at the right time today. I have been integrating Nov.
Gomel's various documents, these are all to be reported to Moscow. The documents in your document bag must be the documents you compiled. It is very important now. So after this meeting, you and I will definitely sigh a lot.
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Just like Yang Mingzhi said, this middle-aged man from Moscow was not aggressive at all. Fuming nodded and claimed that this was what he wanted.
Because the commander and deputy commander of the 284th Division unexpectedly took a detour to Catfish Village, the two of them would never do anything idle, so Yang Mingzhi told everything on behalf of Yevlov.
Since the final personnel to check and accept the equipment have arrived at the Blacksmith Village, the fertilizer plant plan is about to enter the final stage!
No one doubts its prospects. Everyone has full confidence in the fertilizer plant. If there is a problem, it is also a problem with the location of the factory.
Site selection is very critical. As expected, Salinchkin spoke in an official tone: "The completion and commissioning of the fertilizer plant means that our fertilizer problems and military explosives problems can be properly solved. It can be said that we kill two birds with one stone. So those involved in this matter
Everyone must be cautious.”
Even if this was pure nonsense, at least this man showed his absolute support. Yang Mingzhi still smiled and agreed. After all, this was an important project he was responsible for.
Of course, Salinchkin was not responsible for speaking in official terms. He also explained what he had seen and heard in Black Earth Village.
As long as he talked about things related to horseback riding, this man would get excited. Fuming never expected that the commissioner he was afraid of was also a horse fanatic with a very unique personality. For the 284th Division's little bit of cavalry troops, this man not only
He chatted and laughed with Warmansky, who was also a horse fanatic, and even acted as an instructor to give pointers to the group of cavalry.
The report meeting ended in a relaxed and joyful manner, and similarly, the summary of the Mushroom Hunting War was also completed here.
Mushrooms are still emerging from under the humus. The thick and soft humus under the vast pine forest in the swamp is the seedbed for various mushrooms to grow wildly. No one knows how long the mushrooms can be harvested. The military and civilians have always been optimistic about this matter. I am afraid that the gathering is gathering