"China wants to rectify all the new policies now, but the railway is the first hub!"

The first snow in the north in Yanhuang 4602 was much earlier than in previous years, but at the end of October, the light snow fell one after another, followed by several snows floating in the sky, at the beginning of November, when Jiangnan was still enjoying the cool of late autumn, the land of North China had entered the end of its prime. The sky and the earth were foggy. Li Zhishen, who was carrying a large military backpack full of quilts, clothes, and books, walked more than 40 kilometers along the construction site of the Pinghan Railway.

Along the way, only the roar of various machines can be heard, and in the hazy snow shadows, workers wearing dogskin hats and cotton jackets of various colors drinking Shandong and Hebei accents, carrying heavy 85-pound rails, walk beside the paved gravel roadbed.

Li Zhishen, who had just graduated from the engineering department of the Huangpu Military Academy, went to the Pinghan Railway construction site with his classmates to report, and he was assigned to the fourth battalion of the 16th Engineer Regiment of the Guangfu Army in Dayingzi, and he had to report to the battalion headquarters first.

When he arrived at the camp headquarters of the big camp, Li Zhishen saw that the camp headquarters set up in the Land Temple was quiet. The first person they met was a sergeant. I saw that he was wearing a faded old military uniform, no hat, and his head was full of fluffy hair, as if he hadn't had a haircut for a long time. He was small, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like he was in his early thirties.

Li Zhishen explained his intention, but the sergeant seemed to be caught off guard by Li Zhishen, a strange visitor, and in a panic, he put down the things in his hand, led Li Zhishen to a large room, and said:

"You rest first and drink saliva."

Then he stood there motionless. However, it seems to be embarrassing as if he is thinking about something.

After looking at the room, Li Zhishen asked.

"This is the battalion technical group?"

"Yes, yes, the house is too small."

After a pause, he said:

"You take a break and drink some water. I have something to do, Li Zhishen ......" and pointed out with his hand.

"You're busy." Li Zhishen stood up and replied.

He left, leaving Li Zhishen alone in the house.

Li Zhishen carefully looked at the room, which was about twenty square meters. Next to the door is a window, and under the window is a large "table", and Li Zhishen puts a quotation mark on the table here, saying that it looks like a table, but it is actually a large table without drawers. The platform is about two meters long and more than one meter wide. The skeleton of the table, whether horizontal, vertical or oblique, is all nailed with square wooden strips five centimeters square, and iron nail caps can be seen everywhere.

The top of the platform is made of three-centimeter-thick wooden planks on the construction site that are intended to be used as bridge formwork, and a metal plate of about the same size is laid on top. On the table, near the window, there was a messy pile of books and materials, like a small mountain bag. There is also a connecting layer about 20 centimeters below the countertop. This floor is even more chaotic with all kinds of things: drawings, abacus, boxes, newspapers, tea jars, tape measures, rulers, letterheads, chopsticks, ropes, .......

There are three plank beds in each of the other three corners of the house, and the two beds in the innermost part are covered and are clearly in use. The one bed facing the door was a two-tiered student bed, uncovered, but filled with wooden boxes of various sizes. In the gap between every two beds, put some measuring poles, tripods, tower rulers, work bags, and the like. Criss-crossed the room were several thick wires, on which clothes, towels, flags, telephone lines, and so on were scattered around.

After a while, it may be that the people who went to the construction site have returned, and suddenly there is a noise outside. At this time, a person walked in quickly, and the major shouted at Li Zhishen when he entered the door.

"You're here, good, good, welcome, welcome!"

It was a young man of about thirty years of age, tall and with a swarthy face, and he had been walking and talking for a while when he came in, carrying a military hat in one hand and unbuttoning his shirt in the other. At first glance, he is a big grinning person.

"Hello sir!"

As soon as he saw that it was the chief who entered the house, Li Zhishen hurriedly got up and struck the heel of his boots lightly, and saluted the army, which was completely in the style of a military cadet.

"Don't be so polite, my surname is Zhao,"

Zhao Ziqiang introduced himself.

"It's called Zhao Ziqiang. Have you had breakfast? ”

Then, he shouted out the door.

"Xiao Mao, tell your squad leader, call a few people, hurry up!"

Sure enough, several young soldiers immediately appeared at the door, with patches on their coarse cloth uniforms, and Zhao Ziqiang pointed to the two-story wooden bed in the room and shouted at them.

"Come on, hurry up, everyone pack up the beds." Then, pointing to Li Zhishen and introducing to everyone:

"This is Li Zhishen's new Li technician, Second Lieutenant Li."

Li Zhishen was stunned when he heard this.

"Technician Li", is he Technician Li? The first time Li Zhishen heard someone call Li Zhishen a technician!

For Li Zhishen, a person who has just finished here, this title is somewhat new, but he also knows what he will be responsible for from now on, and he feels a little uneasy.

Zhao Ziqiang stood beside the table, his hands and feet kept busy with his own affairs, but his mouth chattered.

“…… There are only two technicians in the technical group of the battalion headquarters, but they are not on duty at present: You Fengzhi from the Shanhaiguan Railway School is sick and lives in the hospital, but the early projects have been completed, and now it is the laying of sleepers and rail construction, and one of the two sleeves is the acting company commander in the 17th Company, so you are the only technician in the battalion at present. ”

took out the grade-grade cigarette with the emblem of the Liberation Army on it, and Zhao Ziqiang continued.

"You know, our seven regiments, 20,000 people are all received military orders, before the New Year's Day of the foreign calendar year, to ensure that the Pinghan Railway is opened to traffic and the double-track yield project is completed, if it is not opened to traffic, the regiment commander and chief of staff will be shot by military law, the battalion, company, and platoon commanders will be dismissed, and they will go to the military court, from top to bottom, even the gang leader will not be able to escape."

Zhao Ziqiang said vigorously, and his words did not allow others to interject at all.

He knew that this place was by no means different from the school, in the school, it was flogging and punishment, but here, shooting and military court, on the contrary, flogging became the most unmentionable punishment.

He raised his head and glanced at the wall calendar on the wall: on December 1, 4602, the wind was even stronger. Snow, bigger.

Tighten his coat, pull the brim of his hat down, Zhan Tianyou, who inspected the construction site of the Yellow River Railway Bridge, looked at the drawings in his hand, most of the 36 concession branch lines have completed the construction of the roadbed, and now the track is being laid, and now the last main project is the railway bridge in front of him, which is a temporary bridge.

"Vice Chief Zhan, if it weren't for the Belgians cutting corners to repair the Yellow River Road and Bridge, we wouldn't have to build this bridge!"

Looking at the engineering soldiers who were desperately working in the icy river, Yan Huacai, the commander-in-chief of the Pinghan Road Engineer Corps, scolded hatefully, and there were even some snowflakes in the wrinkles on his dark face, messy beards, red eyes, and black eyes, all showing that he was a little exhausted, but the military order reminded him every day that whether this project could be successfully completed was directly related to his and the heads of hundreds of people.

"If the Yellow River railway bridge does not build a road, the capacity will definitely not meet the requirements of the staff department's capacity, in any case, you must ensure that before February 27, the bridge must be put into use, not up to the design standards, even if it is completed, then the military law will still be investigated!"

Zhan Tianyou frowned and said this, his expression seemed extremely unnatural, the sudden Pinghan Railway double-track concession project, really made him feel a little surprised, from the Pinghan Railway to the Guanwai Railway, 42 concessions are planned to be repaired, and the railway night traffic capacity is increased by 1.5 times, why is it so urgent?

In the past, he had never seen a tired person on any construction site, but on the current Pinghan railway construction site, he saw the tired engineer soldiers, and the soldiers who were tired to death under the supervision of the military stick.

This is their battleground, but why is that?

Zhan Tianyou vaguely felt that the current ruling axe seemed to be planning something, the original Pinghan railway would be completed before December 31, and now after the increase in route reinforcement, the construction period was certainly delayed for two months, but then the development of the double line to give way project, followed by the construction of the engineering troops, if it is not a war, what can make the ruling axe so aggressive, is it for Mongolia?

Thinking about the news in the newspaper a while ago that the cavalry two soldiers were recovering Kulun, and the eleven princes who intended to read the power were canceled and sent to Nanjing for trial, but this idea was just a flash, if it was only for Mongolia, there was no need to sit like this, just like the "capacity demand" explained by the ruling axe, although the capacity of the Pinghan Railway with a single line without a concession line outside the station was relatively low, but it was barely usable.

"3,200 wagons, 76 locomotives ......"

A series of numbers appeared in Zhan Tianyou's mind, and there seemed to be something strange about it.

"Commander-in-Chief Yan, you know ......"

"I don't know!"

Without waiting for Zhan Tianyou to speak, Yan Huacai just shook his head, since this project was launched, many people had asked him for news, but he really didn't know. Rubbing his eyes, he was a little sour.

"I only know military orders!"

"Kill! Kill! ”

At that moment, a soldier was running on the Yellow River dam with a newspaper in his hand, shouting as he ran, attracting curious glances from some of the people.

"Stand upright!"

The command came out of the voice of one of the officers, and the soldiers, who had been running, immediately stood up and saluted.

"Run, run, run! What to shout! What kills! ”

Despite being reprimanded, the soldier still had a smile on his face, and he handed the newspaper in his hand to the commander.

"Report to the chief, Yehnara, today ...... Ambush today! ”

(To be continued)