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The first target plane, 230 km southeast of Moscow, Soviet Union.

It was a little far from the front line of the German and Soviet forces, and although it was sometimes inevitably threatened by German air force bombers, due to the shortage of fuel in the Soviet army, logistics institutions and facilities such as hospitals and warehouses had to accept the consequences of risking forward.

It was a small tsarist manor house, with about 70 rooms in the three-storey main building. Due to the design of the earlier construction, 50 of the rooms had fireplaces, so after the Soviet troops moved in, it was slightly renovated, and it became a front-line hospital that can accommodate up to 600 people.

Valentin, which means health in Russian, is not known if it was influenced by this name, Valentin enrolled in a medical university in the Soviet Union before World War II, and graduated five years before the start of World War II, becoming a surgeon who wielded a scalpel. After the start of the Soviet-German war, due to the brutality of the front-line war and the increasing number of wounded soldiers, Valentin, who was in a hospital in Siberia, was drafted into the army as a Soviet medical soldier.

As the war lasted for three years, he faced no less than five surgeries a day, which made Valentin a skilled surgical performer, although this 'achievement' was not what he wanted. At the beginning of January 1944, because the former director was transferred to work in the Moscow Central Hospital, Valentin became the temporary acting director of the front hospital. At this time, he was in his temporary office lounge, looking through the death toll statistics compiled by his assistant, and he couldn't help frowning more and more as he looked at it.

"Why did 8 soldiers die in one day today?" Valentin asked his newly promoted assistant, Nikita, who was also his friend.

"Since the penicillin was used up the day before yesterday, new ones have not yet arrived. As a result, the eight people became infected again, causing sepsis and making it difficult to breathe," Nikita replied.

"Eight people were infected in one day? Is there something in the ward or hospital that is not clean? Valentin voiced his guess.

"Quite possibly. The actual situation in the hospital room is terrible. Our gauze bandages were getting scarce, so we washed and washed. Sometimes, because there are too many patients, they don't even have time to wash and use them directly. Also, many of the soldiers who came down from the front line have not taken a bath for 2 weeks or 1 month. Even after surgery, they use clean bandages after sterilization, and the germs they carry are enough to induce infection. For the past two weeks, we have been relying on penicillin's specific drug to forcibly suppress the infection. Nikita himself is good at summarizing and analyzing, which is one of the important reasons why Valentin promoted him.

"When will the next batch of penicillin arrive?"

When Nikita heard this, he just shook his head and said nothing.

"What do you mean?"

"I asked the army logistics people, and they said that due to the shortage of 'trading goods', they are out of stock for the time being, and they need to wait a few more days."

"What!? Don't they know that every day passes, the warriors here have to sacrifice a few more people? "Valentin is just 30 years old this year, and his enthusiasm for the revolutionary struggle has not yet subsided, and it is really hard to believe that the great Soviet army could be embarrassed, inefficient, and incompetent to such a degree.

"Valentin, actually," Nikita said a little in a hurry.

"What's wrong?"

"Look at this." Nikita said as he pulled out a shot from his pants pocket, which was the same one for penicillin.

"Nikita, didn't you say you've run out?"

"This is not allocated to us from above, it was secretly stuffed to me by the soldiers of the army who just came to visit the hospitalized comrades."

"What do you mean?"

"As you know, a few days ago, the entire army issued a document prohibiting all units from trading privately with the Yanhuanghong Party, and requiring all units to hand over oil paintings, cultural relics, antiquities and other trading items to the Logistics Department for unified exchange of materials. If you are found to be trading or using it in private, you will be shot immediately. So"

Hearing this, Valentin already understood what Nikita meant. If you agree to use penicillin from unknown sources in the hospital under your jurisdiction, once you are reported and exposed (this is closer to Moscow, unlike the southern battlefield, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away), although you may have saved many people because of this, you will also be arrested, interrogated, and shot by the inspection team. For a moment, there was silence in the office.

After a full two minutes.

"Nikita, it is extremely unfair that our warriors are fighting the enemy on the front line, but they are desperate for their lives to not receive the medical treatment they deserve after being wounded. You can do it with confidence, I will take care of everything if something happens. ”

"What are you talking about, Valentin, something really happened, I'll be with you then!"

Thus, over time, the consumption of penicillin gradually increased, as hospitals across the Soviet Union successively used "black market" penicillin by default.

About 400 kilometers from the Valentin front-line hospital, in the rear, there is a trading distribution center set up by the Red Party Office. It is a warehouse not far from the railway, and it contains a large amount of penicillin, canned luncheon meat, cigarettes, iron lunch boxes, clothing, and other supplies. Although Moscow had already given the order, the Soviet rank-and-file officers and soldiers, who did not know whether they would see the sun tomorrow, were not afraid of any risks (as for the abolition of the Red Party trading point, Stalin could not make up his mind). For them, being able to save the lives of their comrades-in-arms and commanders is more important and priority than anything else. And the most important thing is that after the traded items are handed in, they will not get penicillin injections and other items of equal value, and many of the scarce materials have been transported to other war zones by the logistics department in the name of "deployment", but they do not know what the actual situation is. There are only various rumors that the people in the logistics department have lunch meat to eat and filter cigarettes to smoke every day.

"These things of yours are worth a total of 6,200 points." Kang Zhi, a staff member of the Yanhuanghong Party Office, pointed to a few paintings from the Tsarist era, as well as some lady's trinkets from the Tsarist era, and said in fluent Russian, "Please choose the items that need to be exchanged." ”

"Give me 50 injections (100 points each), and the rest will be exchanged for luncheon meat (20 points each), well, and 5 packs of cigarettes (30 points a pack)." Evgeny thought that the head of his hospitalized regiment was an old smoker, gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, wait a minute!" More than ten seconds later, Kang Zhi hugged a cardboard box, which was neatly stacked with all kinds of materials exchanged by Yevgeny.

"Thank you!" After counting the numbers, Yevgeny nodded in thanks and prepared to turn away.

"Wait a minute!" Kang Zhi called out to Yevgeny and said, "It's too cold outside, take a sip of this and then go." With that, he raised a small shot glass with half a vodka in it.

"Ha~~ Thank you so much!" Yevgeny hadn't tasted the sweetness of vodka for more than half a year, and after a hearty sip, he smacked his lips and praised loudly: "Kang, you are such a good person!" ”

"Haha, thank you, you are welcome to come often in the future!"

"Definitely!"

After Yevgeny left, Kang Zhiliso put the paintings and trinkets in a special wooden box, and when the convoy arrived, he transported them back to China.

Yanhuang Northeast Three Provinces, Shenyang Tiexi District (Oriental Ruhr Industrial Zone).

Thousands of factories here are in full swing at this time to carry out a large-scale production campaign to meet the urgent material needs of the big brother of the Soviet Union in the north and south of the Yangtze River at home and abroad. Because there is a large number of industrial equipment left over from the Japanese invaders, and the workers in the three northeastern provinces of Yanhuang and Huang have been very accustomed to the use of these equipment and technological processes, Wang Fan did not completely deny the "backward" production technology of the little devils as soon as he came up. Instead, only a few polluting heavy industrial plants were eliminated, and then the original equipment of other factories was properly modernized, so as to achieve "mechanical automation", which is the main plane of World War II history, the Soviets "exploded" the fundamental magic weapon of tens of thousands of T34 tanks.

In a factory in Tiexi District.

At this time, it is steaming here, and the workers are in the factory floor, not only do they not feel the cold temperature outside, but they are sweating hot. This is due to the large boiler located on the far left of the workshop, which emits a huge amount of high-temperature heat energy, warming every corner of the workshop.

This is a mechanical automatic production line after the completion of Wang Fan's transformation, through the 1500 degrees high temperature generated by coal combustion, the production raw materials composed of quartz sand, soda ash, limestone, dolomite, alumina, feldspar and other minerals in the boiler are melted and decomposed, so as to become a semi-liquid and semi-solid red substance. The red substance shuttles and flows at high speed in the high-temperature resistant steel pipe, and then falls down from the erected shunt steel pipe, and each time it falls out, the large iron pliers arranged behind the erected steel pipe will automatically close once in an instant, so that the red substance will be cut off at equal distances in turn.

After pinching off, the red substance falls into the steel mold directly below, and in just 2 seconds, the red substance is blown through gas high pressure in the closed mold, and then quickly cooled down and molded, turning into a translucent and beautiful ordinary float glass cup. When the cup is formed, the mold quickly rises and falls to the non-stop assembly line conveyor belt next to it, and then quickly returns to its position in preparation for the next glass to be made.

Due to the realization of all mechanical automation, and the unique durability and durability of mechanical equipment, and to ensure the "solid" and easy maintenance of the production line, so that the labor intensity of workers in each class has dropped suddenly, and the original stupid hard work of relying on manpower alone, both output and quality are not the same, and the efficiency has been increased by more than 40 times.

And if you want to change the shape of the glass, you only need to change the mold, which is very convenient, fast and trouble-free. So when Wang Fan asked Yadi to help and finished transforming the production line. The Yanhuang workers who entered the workshop again for production were shocked. The workers have "left" in their hearts, rushed to the next city of "experts" skills admired by the five-body casting, but also aroused their enthusiasm to learn while doing, every day at work, they will use all the time to look at the technical drawings of the production line, absorb the design ideas and knowledge inside, and gradually understand the mystery of modern machinery production. At the same time, he has the most profound understanding and recognition of the words "sharpening knives and cutting wood" and "industrial systematic design".

Labor creates value, but science and technology are the primary productive forces!