When a new day came, Yang Mingzhi woke up and rubbed the two soft pieces of meat on his wife's chest to wake them up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone got up, and everyone looked good, which means that the mushrooms collected are completely safe.

The surroundings were becoming somewhat unusual, and the entire forest was covered in fog.

"Oops, this can't be a hallucination caused by eating poisonous mushrooms!" A soldier asked, confused.

Abram shouted with a big grin: "Stupid, Ivan, you are not faint at all, all of us have seen this fog, and how normal it is to wake up in the morning with morning fog." ”

Today's rain is followed not only by the entire swamp, but also by the relatively dry places. Coupled with the warming temperature, after the sun shines on the earth, the morning fog naturally appears thicker than usual, so that the figure more than ten meters away can not be seen clearly.

"Hell! It's terrible! How do we get to Catfish Village with such fog?! Yang Mingzhi was very depressed, the current road conditions were not very good, and the visibility was amazingly low. Not to mention finding the way, turn around halfway to catfish village. Even to inform the people who dismembered the giant boar, it was difficult to find their exact location.

Yevlov shouted loudly and called out to the position of the old man, and with the help of his voice, the two division commanders of the main and deputy divisions would meet. "What to do? Berekov, are we going to leave now? This fog ......"

"Go? You're kidding! Yang Mingzhi shook his head angrily: "We're still waiting!" Wait for the damn fog to clear, and believe me the fog will definitely disappear by noon! ”

What else can be done? I had to wait! Yevlov shook his head helplessly, and he had to order the telegraph operator to report the situation to the division headquarters and Fomin.

The fog did dissipate by noon, and the weather was quite warm, so it was time to set off.

After Roshakov left, he also left some carriages. The purpose of these empty carts was to load the meat cut on the pig king, and after a night of busyness, the three wagons were already full!

Yang Mingzhi didn't have the heart to watch the current situation of the wild boar, it was definitely particularly bloody, like a battlefield after a battle.

The wagons were loaded with fresh meat, but there were no offal. Two carts were loaded with meat, and one cart was filled with pig bristles.

The pork belly, pig heart, and pork liver in the pig water are all good things, and it's a pity that they can't be taken away!

Fortunately, the butcher who still stayed behind explained the situation, the so-called pig will not give up easily, and there will be a convoy in Catfish Village to clean up the aftermath! In this way, Yang Mingzhi was finally completely relieved, and left with peace of mind without any worries.

On the other hand, Fu Ming attached great importance to this meeting with the chief and deputy division commanders.

He, like Roshakov, was guarding the old barracks in the village of Catfish, and he felt like he was being isolated, and the construction of the blacksmith village was very strong, and since Novgomel was legal, the core of the city was 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 not been much change here, and Fuming can't help but worry that the reason for this is because the catfish village was exposed, and the airport was bombed into a fish pond, and the strategic value was not high.

The only thing that makes Fuming happy is that this catfish village is still a big military camp, and he is the actual leader of the party, government and army here. With power in his hands, he has no reason to be proud, deep in the isolated island of war, there is nothing more important than training to do a good job, and his own responsibility is unusually heavy.

Now the commissioner from Moscow, with a series of orders from his superiors, sits in the blacksmith village. That person will be the real leader here, and Fuming is somewhat unconvinced but helpless, because he must obey the organization's arrangement.

It just so happened that today's deputy division commander suddenly arrived, and some private affairs happened to come together to talk about it.

The fog seriously interfered with the day's work, and the welcome banquet scheduled for noon was cancelled. The wild boars that were sent overnight yesterday have all been cut, and the skins and pigs have been collected for other purposes.

The windfall of pork has made the whole catfish village tremble—the soldiers haven't eaten fresh meat for many years!

The wild boar had been turned into a stew, and a dish was added to the army meal at noon, and much of the rest was urgently pickled for later consumption. As an officer, Fuming also had a little more selfishness, and the best buttocks meat on the wild boar was collected, and these meats must be eaten today and must be put into the commander's mouth.

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Yang Mingzhi ordered the two girls to ride horses, and he, Yevlov, together with the vast number of officers and soldiers, followed the convoy on foot to the long-lost catfish village. The group did not travel long before they encountered friendly troops who had come to meet them. Therefore, the two didn't have to endure the mud road anymore, Yang Mingzhi pulled the girls down, sat in the jeep together, and came to the destination first.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and Yang Mingzhi was looking at the flowers along the way, but he saw a lot of villagers. Although there are not many civilians in Catfish Village, there are still 3,000 people, and the good news is that this number is still increasing.

The refugees who fled were glad that the Pripet Marsh was as pure land as the legend suggests. Naturally, they can't come here to be cut off from the war as a matter of course, the flames of war can burn here at any time, and everyone must accept the new rules here.

It doesn't matter what kind of work they did in the city, they are clerks, factory workers, newspaper reporters. In Novgomel, people who could not continue their old jobs had a common identity - collective farm workers.

This situation reminded Yang Mingzhi of the sixties and seventies in China on that plane.

Now it is not a movement to go to the mountains and go to the countryside at all, and these urban people are not decentralized. If you choose to compromise with the Germans, you are a traitor, and the right to life is still being harmed. Only to flee into the swamp and choose to continue the struggle, the body is the capital of the revolution, these Soviet citizens knew well.

The car was almost to catfish village, and Yang Mingzhi was particularly familiar with this place, which was the place where he first fought.

On both sides of the dirt road, from time to time, there are middle-aged women lined up, wearing headscarves and carrying baskets, they are a production team, from their baskets full of Dengden and the smiles full of harvest joy, Yang Mingzhi knows that today's mushroom picking battle has once again won a big victory!

I just don't know if these people will take a look at the convoy transporting meat, and whether those bright red pork will arouse people's cravings in an instant? That's red meat, after all! The USSR, like the West, treated red meat separately from fish meat! Red meat has always been a delicacy.

The jeep kept kicking up the mud, but the wheels didn't sink into the mud. The whole land was still wet, and in the car, Yang Mingzhi had worked hard to clean the mud from his leather boots. After all, I must be going to meet Fuming today, this Jewish guy must be from the bottom of his soul and can't stand any sloppiness, and maintaining a reliable military appearance is to respect him and himself.

Soon, the car finally drove into Catfish Village.

"Alas! I haven't been back for a while. As if unloading a burden, Yang Mingzhi stretched out hard in the car.

"You came back more than ten days ago, and I really haven't been here in a while." "The distance between the two villages is at most a dozen kilometers, and I think I'm still too lazy." ”

"Nonsense! You're too busy. Yang Mingzhi said with a smile, "You are the division commander, and you need to handle many things in the division headquarters, even if there is no important matter one day, you have to guard the division headquarters!" ”

Yevlov nodded, there was basically nothing wrong with this, but some details were very debatable. For example, what do you mean that I need to handle a lot of things, and most of them are not decided by you, Berekov? I'm basically agreeing to it! But there is no way, after all, the skills are not as good as people, and if you force your daring, the whole Novgomel will be bad.

After thinking about it, Yevlov just smiled, he did not continue to say this. Instead, he pointed ahead and ordered: "Soldier, drive well, turn left ahead." ”