Chapter seven hundred and eighty fifth resident insects
There was obviously no rush to return to the military camp, so Shulka no longer took the "quickest route"... At this time, the Soviet Union did not have much fuel, and it was impossible to send a plane alone just because Shulka was alone.
However, Akadiyevich arranged a car for Shulka to transport supplies.
"There is a train to Stalingrad, but you won't like it!" said Arkadyevich.
Shulka understood what Akadiyevich meant. Taking a Soviet train was indeed not a good experience because its carriages were usually sealed... Sealed carriages are simple to produce and are suitable for transporting people and goods.
Soviet military supplies were so simple and crude.
But this is normal, because it is a war period, and what is considered is how to save and how to speed up. If you want to distinguish the carriages for transporting goods and the carriages for transporting goods, it will not only be troublesome to produce, but also to distinguish when transporting and mounting. It is time-consuming, troublesome and
It's easy to get confused.
Coupled with the non-stop transportation back and forth, the smell of sweat, urine, feces...all kinds of infectious diseases are inevitable in the train carriage. People may become seriously ill when they reach their destination and cannot get up.
coming.
In comparison, the car is much more comfortable. The driver and co-driver in the front cab drive...the two of them take turns driving, and Shulka just finds some space in the back compartment, wraps himself up in a marching quilt, and then falls asleep.
, when you feel hungry, you open a box of food in the back compartment and have a delicious meal.
Shulka was lucky, the trunk was transporting canned beef and compressed biscuits... Perhaps this was also specially arranged by Akadiyevich, and Akadiyevich also specially said: "If you need it, the trunk
You can enjoy the food as much as you like. I have already said hello to the quartermaster. Just report how much you have eaten when you arrive at your destination!"
"Thank you, Comrade Arkadyevich!"
"Don't say that!" Akadiyevich waved to Shulka: "Don't forget, I will still trouble you!"
Shulka certainly knew that even if Akadiyevich didn't "trouble" him, Beria would.
Therefore, the two and a half days of the trip can be said to be Shulka's most leisurely period. He didn't have to think about anything, he only needed to eat and sleep.
Because the car took a long way around the front line, and the German air power was also concentrated near Stalingrad to implement "air transport", there was no danger along the way, and the car reached Znamensk smoothly.
Shulka needed to transfer here because the supplies were destined for Stalingrad. Akadievich had told the driver about this, so the driver stopped the car when the road forked and patted the carriage board hard.
He shouted: "Get up, we have finally transported you, the resident insect, to your destination!"
Apparently, the driver knew that Shulka had been eating and drinking in the back compartment all the way, and they were unhappy about it.
Of course, their displeasure is justified, because as pilots, they can only eat black bread, and they are still hungry and full, in order to transport as much material as possible to the front line.
But there was actually a "resident" in the back compartment. While they were transporting supplies, this "resident" was eating and drinking in the back, and the supplies were getting less and less. This made the two drivers feel very unbalanced.
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And because the person responsible for this trip was someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the driver dared not speak out in anger all the way. It was only now that he was about to be relieved that he couldn't help but complain.
Shulka was drowsily asleep in the back compartment when he was woken up. When he heard the shouting, he stopped his march and was jumped out of the car.
"Where is this, comrade?" Shulka asked, he was a little confused about the situation.
"Znamensk!" The driver raised his head towards the street on the left and said: "Go in this direction and you will arrive at the train station you want to go to. I hope you won't eat all the food next.
One car’s worth of food!”
"They should lock you with the ammunition!" said the co-pilot, "so you can eat more!"
"Thank you!" Shulka replied with a smile, and then hurriedly put on his military cap.
It was only then that the co-pilot seemed to recognize Shulka, and his mouth opened wide in surprise. Just as he was about to say something, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the car away at speed.
"Comrade Vasiuk!" the co-pilot said in disbelief: "I saw that right!"
"What did you see wrong?"
"That guy just now...he's Shulka!"
"What did you say? That resident insect? This is impossible? You must be dazzled!"
"No, Vasiuk!" the co-pilot said firmly: "He is Shulka!"
As he said that, the co-pilot took out a newspaper from his pocket, pointed at the person in the picture and said, "I'm sure it's him! Oh my god, he was in our trunk for two and a half days, two and a half whole days, and I actually...
I actually couldn’t say a word to him!”
"You said it, Venedikt!"
"What?"
"You said he was a resident!" The driver laughed loudly.
The co-pilot rolled his eyes and looked helpless.
Znamensk train station.
This train station was originally just a small transfer station, because across the Volga River is Stalingrad, and Stalingrad is the most important transfer station, where there are two large train stations leading in different directions.
But because Stalingrad was in a state of fierce fighting, the railway station was of course unable to operate normally, so Znamensk Railway Station became the largest and most important railway station supporting the front line.
Obviously, this place has been bombed countless times by the Luftwaffe. The streets are full of ruins and bomb craters. Some of the craters in the streets are simply covered with a few wooden boards. If people and cars drive on them, they will fall if they are not careful.
Get into the pit.
The wall of the train station had long been blown down, and was replaced by a simple barbed wire fence. Outside, a car and groups of soldiers lined up to advance along the gate.
Shulka walked into the team with his bag on his back, and then slowly moved forward with the team.
Finally arriving at the station entrance, several people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs were nervously checking the soldiers' documents.
Shulka took out his military officer's ID card and handed it over. The person who checked the ID was a sergeant. He took the ID and looked at it and was stunned. Then he repeatedly compared Shulka and the photo.
"What's going on?" A second lieutenant felt something was wrong in the atmosphere here, so he walked up and asked.
"Comrade...Second Lieutenant!" The sergeant stuttered a little. He handed over his ID and said dubiously: "He, he is Comrade Shulka!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers around him immediately started to stir up excitement.
It was hard to recognize Shulka since he hadn’t washed his face for several days, but they still shouted: