When the winter of 1939 came, the whole of China entered an unprecedentedly cold winter, which seemed to be colder than before, but this once-in-a-decade winter seemed to be less cold.

Hudaili County, located in the northernmost part of the Mongolian Province of the People's Republic of China, adjacent to the Red Soviet Russia, the biggest rival in the north of the Republic, although it is not an important border trade town, but on the streets of the small county town, you can still see many Soviet Russians who entered the country legally, doing border trade business.

According to the policy of the republic, any legal border trade was allowed on the premise of paying taxes legally, and these Soviet and Russian merchants only needed to transport large quantities of minerals from Siberia, even furs and rare medicinal materials, in exchange for some necessities that the Soviets were in short supply.

The seemingly powerful Russians are full of interest in toothpaste, toothbrushes, laundry, and even socks, flashlights, and other large and small supplies produced in China.

Under the leadership of the wise Comrade Stalin, although the industrial output value of the Soviet Union was constantly reaching new highs, it was mainly concentrated in heavy industry, machinery, and manufacturing, and the supply of chemical supplies necessary for the people's daily life was insufficient.

Although it was illegal in the socialist Soviet Union to use these things from 'capitalist China', it is so strange that the more you ban something, the better it will sell when there is a real demand.

Therefore, the people who come and go between China and Russia are often not trade merchants, but all of them, Chinese and Soviet, who rely on private trade, large and small, to pay taxes and make their own money.

Zhuoligetu is a farmer in Hudaili County, and after the founding of the Republic, the New Deal Axe carried out unified planning for the settlement of Mongolian herdsmen, and also carried out unified and scientific management of grazing areas, and he also lived in the new herdsmen's village. There are four people in the family, and the eldest child just signed up for the army last year, and now as a minority soldier, he is now serving in Xinjiang Province.

"It's so big, I haven't seen it in ten years."

Pushing open the window, Zhuo Ligetu put his hands in the wool pockets woven by his own woman, and couldn't help but shudder, thinking of what happened last evening, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. The woman who was rolling noodles was blown by the cold wind, and she couldn't help but look up, stopped what she was doing, and walked to the bed to press the corner of the quilt for the child. Seeing this, Zhuo Ligetu also closed the window.

Zhuoligetu was not worried about the animals in the pen, so he put on a cotton jacket, a hat and a home-woven wool glove, and prepared to go out to the collective cattle and sheep pen in the village.

"Getu, where are you going?" The woman looked up and asked cautiously.

"I'll go see the beast, you close the doors and windows, don't freeze yourself and your children."

"Come back early, I'll be waiting for you to eat."

The woman said meekly. As the father of two children, Zhuo Li Getu has always been the pillar of the family, the eldest son joined the People's Army, as a minority soldier in Gansu as a soldier, the younger son is still very young, only three years old, the family depends on Zhuo Li Getu.

Zoligtu nodded and walked out the door.

This village is already very close to the Soviet Union, sitting in the north and facing south, behind it is a river more than ten meters wide, the Hudaili River, and across the river is the Siberia of the Soviets. China and Russia are connected here by a bridge.

Although Hudaili County is not an important border trade town, there are still posts of the People's Army of the Republic, and on the Chinese side of the river, a squad of People's Army is stationed in a sentry post guarding the stone bridge leading from the Soviet Union to Hudaili.

When Zhuoligtu came to the cattle pen near the river at the back of the village, the village chief was leading several young people in the village to pick up cattle and sheep pens. Although the cattle and sheep pens built with the help of these political axes were very strong, they were unexpectedly crushed by a night snow that had not been encountered in ten years, which was also an accident.

"Village Chief, how was it last night?"

"Zhuoligetu, you are finally here, you will see the veterinarian in the village, come, see if these lambs can be saved."

The old village chief shook the snow slag in his hands, and at his feet were a few lambs, which were lying in a nest made of several torn cotton jackets, shivering.

Zhuoligetu squatted down, used his veterinary experience, took a closer look at the lambs, and found that they had severe frostbite on their legs and heads, "These are just crushed by the snow, and their legs and brains are frozen, and they are hopeless." ”

"Village chief, how can you survive such a cold winter." A herdsman who was cleaning up the sheepfold next to him said with a sad face that dozens of animals had frozen to death in this heavy snowfall.

"The township political axe usually says that it is difficult to find a political axe, and I will go to the countryside to see this rare heavy snowfall, without the rescue of the political axe, this winter will be sad." The village chief Bayar frowned and said that the herdsmen can now live in a stable place, with the help of the new political axe, everyone has also raised excellent cattle and sheep breeds, and now there is a heavy snow that has not been encountered in ten years, the herdsmen can only rely on the political axe, if the political axe does not help, everyone can only tighten their belts.

However, before the village chief of Bayar could leave, a great news came.

"Village Chief, Village Chief...... "A herdsman rode back from the countryside on a snowy day, he was a grocer in the village, and he was supposed to go to the countryside to buy goods." The village head, the township government axe issued a notice, asking each village to count the damage caused by the heavy snow disaster, and the government axe will give a special disaster subsidy. ”

"Oh my God, that's great news."

Bayar and Zhuoligetu both hugged each other and laughed, using their customs to express their joy, "It's okay now, you won't be hungry all winter, and the new deal axe is good." ”

Half an hour later, at Zhuoligtu's home.

"Zhuoligetu, what are the names of those people you talked about last time?" The old village chief frowned as he drank the hot lamb's milk.

"The Bolsheviks, they say they are Bolsheviks, say that the Soviets want us to get up, join the strong USSR and enjoy the great life of socialism. Yesterday evening, I met two more in the herdsmen's village next door, who were going door-to-door to persuade the herders, and then they were scolded away by the old people in the village. Zhuoligetu also happened to meet those Mongolians who didn't know where to come from, although they are also Mongolians, but I don't know why, he doesn't have the slightest affection for those bombastic Mongolians, "They are all people who don't speak well, and they want to provoke our relationship with the political axe." Six years have passed since the establishment of the New Deal, and our Mongolian life is a hundred times better than before. ”

In his early years, Zhuoligetu had been to the mouth many times, and his knowledge was broad, and he still understood the tricks of these people. Especially when my son goes home once a year, he has to tell them about the good of the new society, and let them know more. Of course, the collective housing in the village, the excellent livestock breeds, and the disaster subsidies all showed them that the new policy axe was honest and sincere to the Mongolian herders.

"Now that life is stable, these clowns want to ruin the lives of our Mongolians." The old village chief drank the milk from the cup in a hateful sip, and said hatefully, Bolsheviks, this is something that every Outer Mongolian is familiar with, and they have not been less here in these years.

"They also said that the Mongols who did not believe in the Bolsheviks would be punished by heaven, and this heavy snowfall, which has not been seen in ten years, is the best proof of this." Zhuoligetu shook his head and said, although this is a lie at first hearing, who can guarantee that no one will believe it?

The Soviets, who have always had followers in the Sino-Russian border area.

"These damn Soviets always want to harm us Mongolians, in the early years they colluded with those princes and wanted to set up the whole [***], and now the new deal axe is strong, although they have reined in a little, but they still have a thief's heart not to die." The old village chief was a man who was accustomed to the wind and rain, and knew about the intrigues of the Soviets. "It's a snowy day, don't really let those confused Mongols make some trouble, no, I have to go to the sentry post and talk to them about this, Zhuoligetu, you go with me."

"Okay, old man."

After a hasty breakfast, the two went to the KPA post at the back of the village, which consisted of a small courtyard of four rooms, semi-militarized, and outside the post, a border guard was stuck on the bridge over the Hudaili River.

"Village Chief Bayar, what are you looking for us, is it the cattle and sheep pen that we need to help repair, we are about to send a few warriors over."

Wang Lin, the squad leader of the border guard post and a sergeant officer of the People's Army, saluted Bayar and said.

"No, honorable officer, there is something I want to tell you about Zhuoligetu."

"Bayar Village Chief, Zhuo Ligetu, you don't need to call us master, just call me squad leader Wang or Comrade Wang. Let's go, let's talk inside, it's going to snow again outside. Wang Lin smiled slightly, the vast majority of Mongolian herdsmen support the People's Army and the political axe of the Republic, which is also the result of the equal ethnic policy in recent years. Not to mention anything else, Wang Lin's border guard squad often helps the nearby village to do things, and even their cattle and sheep pens are built by soldiers.

At that time, his recruit squad leader told him not to discriminate against Mongols because they were Han Chinese, as long as they were members of the Great Chinese Nation and as long as they were members of the Republic, they should be respected as they deserved, and that they should remember that they were members of the Great Chinese Nation, and then they were members of the Han people. The Great Chinese Nation, that is, the Han Nation in a broad sense, is the foundation of the prosperity of the Republic.

"Comrade Wang, what we want to say about the Bolsheviks......"

Wang Lin listened to this, his brows furrowed, not because of anything else, in the past few days, there have been Mongolian homeless people who have been riding the once-in-a-decade blizzard in tandem everywhere, using the guise of Bolsh.

"The most worrying thing is that they say that the Red Army of the Soviet Union will come ......"

"Huh?" Wang Lin was stunned for a moment, it seems that the sentry has to pay more attention to vigilance recently, the heavy snow has blocked the mountain, and the river has also been blocked, this usually river is a good place to defend, but when the heavy snow blocks the river, it is difficult to guard against the Russians on the opposite side.

You must know that just over 200 meters away in the direction of the Soviet Union, there is a border Red Army guard post of the Soviets.

Two days have passed, the heavy snow is still falling intermittently, and the living subsidies brought by the township government axe have also begun to be distributed. The soldiers at the border guard did not dare to relax their guard at the Hudaili border post all night long.

However, on the morning of the third day, a messy burst of gunfire finally rang out.

Bang, bang, bang...... "There is a case! ”

Without waiting for the sentry to report, Wang Lin, who was sleeping in his clothes, yelled and rolled over and got out of bed, took the Chinese semi-automatic hanging on the wall, and rushed out of the house with several soldiers, preparing to enter the sentry's bunker.

(To be continued)