Southern Uzbekistan, Bukhara Oblast. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A gas truck, driving on a kilometer, with a dark green body, is almost the same as a military vehicle, but the sign hanging on the hood in front of it shows that it is a civilian truck from Turkmenistan.

The cramped cab was a little stuffy, and behind the three-spoke steering wheel was a tall Russian man, who stepped on the accelerator with great interest, and his body was shaking as the car moved forward.

"Crete, your driving skills are good." In the cramped cab of the car, there were two other people in the passenger seat on the right, one of them was a tall Cossack with a torch-like eye, and the other was a young and temperamental Slav.

Crete remembered that ten minutes ago, he saw a military jeep break down on the side of the road, so he kindly stopped, leaving a person waiting for the car to be repaired, and the two men came up, saying that they were going to the Kasan air defense base a hundred kilometers ahead, and he happened to be on the way, so he took them over.

At that time, these people were all undressed and bare-chested, so Crete didn't feel anything special, but when the man was holding the outer uniform, he keenly saw the shining red star on the other party's epaulettes, this is a general!

When the general travels, it is all echoing back and forth, and the convoy is at least a dozen cars, and this kind of general who comes out in a single car is too rare!

He couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart, who is this person? Such a young general!

Hearing the other party's compliment, Crete smiled on his face: "I spent three years in the army, I was a car soldier at that time, and then I changed careers, so I came to the place to drive, in our convoy, my skills are the best, so this time I came back from pulling a car of TV from the Moscow Radio Plant, and the convoy sent me." ”

Own technology, is the best! When Crete thought of this, he was extremely proud, and even this general was boasting about himself!

"Crunch." At that moment, he stepped on the clutch with his left foot, stepped out of neutral, and applied the brake with his right foot.

At the intersection ahead, several chubby policemen appeared, and as soon as these policemen waved their hands, Crete had to stop.

"What's in the car?" A policeman came up and asked.

"It's TV." Crete said: "Shipped to Ashgabat. ”

TV? Hearing this, the policeman suddenly became interested: "Unload one!" ”

Unmount one? Hearing the three people in the car, they were immediately surprised, what do you mean?

Just when Crete opened the car door and wanted to theorize, several policemen in the back had already opened the car door, and a tall and thin man moved a TV out of it, beaming with joy.

"Hey, it's national! It's collective property! Crete said quickly.

"We are also national! It's a donation to us. The tall and lanky policeman said, "There is a shortage of televisions in the police station. ”

"Move another one and send it to the director's house!" The fat cop spoke again.

"Crunch." The door on the other side opened, and Andrei walked out with a gloomy face.

Since coming to the Turkestan Military District, he has felt that the atmosphere here is completely different from that in the Far East, and he has always maintained restraint, the army, do not interfere in local affairs, and manage the internal problems of the army first!

Andrei no longer trusted his deputy, Deputy Commander Nikolanovich, he only took his own guard captain Varysi, and a driver, and often went out to inspect the grassroots troops without prior notice, so that he could see the most real situation.

And as a result, he was very dissatisfied.

Today I went to inspect a base of the Air Defense Force, and the car broke down on the way, leaving the driver, he took Varisi to stop a civilian truck, which was not bad along the way, but when he arrived here, he was actually stopped by several policemen.

This kind of scene, which only appears in later generations, is staged vividly, and these guys actually directly move the things off the car and are about to embezzle them!

"You can't move!" Crete was still shouting, and the fat policeman said with a very impatient face: "Don't make noise! It's your pleasure to move two TVs! If you make any more noise, I'll lock you up at the police station! Your truck, too, will be confiscated! ”

"Boss, it's all confiscated! We have exactly one in each person's house! ”

In the late 70s, television was still a rarity, and there was no television in the homes of these policemen.

"No!" Crete shouted loudly: "This is the TV of our department store, it is collective property!" ”

"your collective property!" The fat policeman slapped Crete in the face, and seemed to be still resentful, and pulled out his baton from his waist and was about to poke Crete's stomach.

"Click!" At this moment, a crisp sound came, and a wail came out of the fat policeman's mouth. His arm has fallen down!

Varisi made a move, looking at the land of the Soviets, there were such policemen, such domineering practices! With a single blow, Varysi broke the fat cop's arm.

"You're getting impatient, dare to attack the police, go on!" When the tall policeman saw this, he immediately shouted and rushed towards Varisi.

Varisi didn't even look at it, and with a kick, the guy flew a few meters away.

Three times five divided by two, several policemen were solved, and at this moment, the last policeman ran to the policeman quickly, flashed his police lights, and drove away.

"Wait, you guys! Want to get past from Bukhara, that's impossible! The fat policeman screamed as he said to a few people.

Due to the inaccessibility, if you want to cross Uzbekistan to reach Turkmenistan, it is most suitable to take the road of Bukhara Region, which is almost the way to go!

Crete's face turned pale.

"Pick up the boxes, let's go." Varisi clapped his hands indifferently, it was too easy to clean up these scum, he was completely merciful, otherwise, he would be killed!

"Don't be afraid, when you get to the base in front, I will send a team to escort you through the Bukhara region." Andrei said: "They won't do anything to you. ”

The people don't fight with the officials, which annoys this group of local snakes, it's quite troublesome, Andrei himself is not afraid, but he can't let Crete be troubled, this is a good Soviet boy!

Crete didn't speak, but his face was gloomy, the accelerator under his feet was on the bottom, and the truck was speeding down the road.

It's a pity that after walking for less than twenty minutes, there was a siren behind me, and four police cars had already caught up from behind!

"The car in front, stop quickly, or we'll shoot!" With the shouting from behind, with a snap, the other party actually fired a shot into the sky! (To be continued.) )