Nine hundred and ninetieth chapters dig potatoes (seven)
"Comrade Commander! You are the first team to come out of the forest. How is it? Is the harvest okay?!"
Yang Mingzhi rolled his eyes at Yevgeny and muttered: "Not so good!"
"What? Could it be that the harvest is not good?"
"No! The harvest is so good! With just a few of us, it would break my back to transport all the potatoes!"
After chatting for a while, Yang Mingzhi stopped talking nonsense. Now he only has one request, which is to send more people to follow him back to the fields in the woods and transport all the potatoes. Yevgeny did not dare to neglect, he immediately organized the people...
On May 9, in theory, because a large amount of manpower and material resources were mobilized, one day was enough to go through the fields designated for harvest. All the livestock in the Blacksmith Village were mobilized, but the strong cattle belonged to the collective farm, and the army should not be mobilized.
.Currently, the only livestock that the garrison here can control are a small group of donkeys and a large number of jeeps.
Fuel is precious, and the army does not want to use it too much. Since the harvest of the army's land reclamation is huge, it is no longer possible to count on a donkey cart, and the excavated potatoes must be transported immediately.
In this way, the truck is put into transportation.
These captured German trucks all had large carriages, with a dead weight of more than two tons and a payload of up to five tons.
The remaining potatoes in the forest field where Yang Mingzhi participated in the excavation were quickly carried out by 200 people who were urgently mobilized.
Starting at three o'clock in the afternoon, two trucks drove to the Junkentian of the Second Regiment, and large-scale potato shipments began.
Yang Mingzhi did not ignore this hard work. Together with the soldiers, he stuffed the potatoes into his backpack and handed them to the soldiers in the car. The soldier dumped the potatoes and threw down the empty bag.
But some people think that this model is not efficient, so someone simply threw a fist-sized potato directly like a shot put.
After working for a while, Yang Mingzhi realized that he was indeed too tired. He walked silently to the edge of the field and sat on the black soil, looking at the plowed land and broken potato seedlings. He didn't care about the noise around him and lit a cigarette.
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Lavrenti and Yevgeny paid the most attention to their old commander, and when they saw him sitting alone, they consciously moved closer to him.
Suddenly, Yang Mingzhi noticed that the two people sitting next to him were his old subordinates.
A string of smoke rings spit out from his mouth, and he started chatting: "Hey! Look at our harvest, today is really a bumper harvest!"
"Of course!" Yevgeny said excitedly, "To be honest, I was intimidated by the huge harvest! Most of these lands have been irrigated with chemical fertilizers. Perhaps for this reason, most of the potatoes are as big as a fist!"
"This is a good thing! Your army is the main force in cultivating fields. These potatoes are already on the table. From now on, all soldiers can eat in large quantities to fill their stomachs, and the share of bread will be reduced!"
Yevgeny sighed magnanimously: "Yes! The bread tastes good, but we can only rely on airdrops from our superiors! Let's eat the potatoes we grow ourselves!"
"Yes! If you rely on others, you will always be a right-wing capitulationist! Only by relying on yourself can the armed separatism of workers and peasants be achieved!"
Yang Mingzhi's teasing made the two people around him laugh. His words also attracted the attention of Bielski, who immediately came over, the editor of the Communist Party branch.
The commander's current imagination is really unbearable to Bielski. He is the commander of the group army, and his military rank is lieutenant general. But he is now dressed like an ordinary soldier, the kind of soldier with a ruffian likeness. His sea soul shirt
It was already covered with a lot of mud, and it was not dirty to sit on the edge of the field. The unharmonious big-brimmed military hat was still worn crookedly, and smoke surrounded it.
After Bielski briefly reported his feelings about carrying the goods, out of his own sense of responsibility, he still talked about the military appearance!
Yang Mingzhi was shocked after hearing this: "Really! It's really bad, I'm really sloppy now?!"
Belsky looked confident. He knew that this man had a good personal relationship with his superior, Yelentina, so he said: "My superiors don't want Comrade Commander to be so sloppy! You are a general, even if you participate in labor, after the labor is over,
, you should restore the military appearance that a general should have!"
His coat was still in the dormitory, and all Yang Mingzhi could do was straighten his hat and shake the dirt off his trouser legs. He stood up, stretched hard, and said to his two old subordinates: "Today is such a busy day! Look at me.
It’s time to go back and change clothes!”
"Yes! The commander can't worry about the rest of the work!" Yevgeny said, "If you want to return to the division headquarters immediately, I will prepare the jeep immediately!"
"No need! I'll go back on foot with my guards! By the way, I'll see how other people's fields are harvesting!"
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The two trucks moved towards Montenegro with their maximum load. How many potatoes were dug out by the second group could not be weighed immediately in the field because there was no scale. The second group was transporting the potatoes in various ways, even each
Even if the warrior carries a little bit of transportation on foot, it is unlikely that he will faint before dark!
Yang Mingzhi no longer cares how long they will work. Of course, the later they work, the more gratifying the harvest will be.
On the way home, a large number of "potato mountains" were accumulated in the fields that the villagers were responsible for. These potatoes would be requisitioned after harvesting. For the sake of welfare, today the villagers were allowed to set up stoves in the fields and eat all they could at once. This gluttonous feast only lasted one day.
, only the production team participating in the excavation can enjoy it.
After this day, it will be difficult for the villagers to use legal means to repeat today's gluttony.
Yang Mingzhi and his guards dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory. He gathered the troops again, chattered a few nonsense words that no one was willing to listen to, and directly ordered them to disband.
The guards lined up beside the pressure well. Because he had the highest military rank, Yang Mingzhi was proud to be the first to enjoy the underground water. If his wife was by his side, the girl would definitely be clamoring to fulfill her wife's duty - to wash her husband's clothes.
To this day, Yang Mingzhi is not used to ordering people at will, especially his guards. He has to do things like laundry himself. He took two buckets of water, pulled them aside, took off his white underwear, and started
Clean the sweat-stained sweatshirt and pants.
For him, his body is certainly tired, and the day's work is not over yet. Tomorrow there will be a test launch of the rocket launcher that Liguschkov is going to do. As the host of the rocket launcher research and development, he not only cannot be absent, but also has to work hard.
Go follow the experiment!
Can the range of the modified rocket launcher reach an exaggerated level? Will there be any accidents during the test?
Yang Mingzhi knew that he had no choice. The pressure of the war forced them, military workers, to take desperate risks. They started building with just a little theoretical foundation. As for what to do, let's launch one first and see! This kind of thing is in line with Lao Maozi's character.
That is to say, try it first and then talk about it.
The airdropped Soviet-made soap was much better than the one in the blacksmith village workshop, and had stronger decontamination ability! Yang Mingzhi hung the wrung-out clothes at the door of his house, asked the guards to take care of them, and entered his house.
When he went out again, he was dressed in a new suit.
Yang Mingzhi changed into the clothes of ordinary Soviet citizens. The uniform jacket and military cap were kept at home. Only the medal symbolizing honor was still pinned to his civilian clothes.
"Let's go, Abram! Don't be surprised anymore and come with me to the arsenal!"