"What a lot of hardships." A hoarse and steady voice suddenly came from behind Qiu Yipeng.

Qiu Yipeng looked back and jumped up reflexively: "Salute-"

Ding Qian and Chen Yu also hurriedly raised their hands and saluted the middle-aged general who looked thin and calm—the person who came was Major General Yintian, the commander of the First Armored Army.

Yintian nodded to the two of them in return: "Warrant Officer Qiu, what are you complaining about?" ”

Qiu Yipeng paused for a moment: "Do you recognize me?" ”

"Your uncle is the commander of the Front Army, he asked me to take care of you."

"I see......"

Qiu Yipeng lit a cigarette ash, he didn't have much affection for the stern and mean general's uncle, and he was not grateful for such "care".

It has always been on its own, and nothing will change in the future.

"Young man, the car is broken down and not repaired quickly, it's not safe around here, I don't know when I will rush out of a group of Maozi cavalry......" Yintian patted Qiu Yipeng's shoulder and said with concern, but his eyes kept sweeping Ding Qian's face.

"Yes, Commander, I'll start repairing now! Yuzi, stop smoking, start work - Lieutenant Ding, thank you for your cigarettes. Qiu Yipeng waved his hand at Ding Qian and beckoned his partner to start repairing the car.

Yintian took the opportunity to approach the past: "Your surname is Ding?" ”

"Yes, sir, my name is Ding Qian, lieutenant and deputy company commander of the 106th Railway Company."

"You look young, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

Yintian hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice and asked carefully, "What's your father's name?" ”

Ding Qianhu glanced at the overly curious general suspiciously: "It's called Ding Ran, is there any problem?" ”

"Is it the biological father? Don't worry, I just think you look a lot like a person. ”

Ding Qianleng paused, put his hand in his coat pocket, and did not answer immediately, his expression was very hesitant.

"It's okay if you don't answer, let me change the question, do you know Deng Jian? It was the Minister of the Army of the National Defense Headquarters, Lord Wu Dehou Deng. ”

"He's my great uncle."

Yintian breathed a sigh of relief: "It looks right, Lord Deng is really well-intentioned......

Ding Qian raised his face vigilantly: "What do you mean?" ”

"Actually, you are the widow of Ding Jieyun, the former commander of the Praetorian Guard, don't be afraid, Lord Deng and I were both your father's subordinates, and I have always been by his side during the Battle of Asahi Jingjing. When your father had an accident, I also wanted to adopt one or two of his children to continue the bloodline of your Ding family, but unfortunately I was humble and powerful, not only could I not help, but I was imprisoned in the gendarmerie for half a year, and I couldn't find you anymore after I came out. ”

Twenty years ago, Ding Jieyun, the former commander of the Praetorian Guard, was suppressed and executed along with five other generals who were accomplices in a coup d'état for plotting a coup d'état, which was the "Guangxing Ding case".

Yintian smiled helplessly, took out the cigarette case, and lit a Kirin brand cigarette.

Ding Qian didn't refute, but subconsciously pulled the brim of his hat, as if to cover his eyes.

"That's all...... Things in the past. ”

Yintian let out a long puff of his cigarette: "Do you still have brothers and sisters?" Is Madame okay? ”

Ding Qian lowered his head: "I don't know what to do, I woke up that day and was at Lord Deng's house, and my mother, aunts, and younger brothers and sisters were gone." Lord Deng said that my mother entrusted me to him, and after it was over, he disappeared, and after the limelight passed, Lord Deng also sent people to look around, but there is no news so far. ”

"In this way, you are really the eldest son, and your original name is Ding Enquan, right? I saw you when you were a child, skinny, I didn't expect to look so strong and mighty now, just now I looked at it, and I almost thought it was your father who was resurrected. ”

"He's him, I'm me."

Ding Qian didn't seem to be willing to mention his father.

"What, afraid of being implicated by him? No matter what you think, you are still in his blood, and this is a fact that cannot be changed. He's going to get things done, and now it's you who lives in Xinhua Palace - what do you see? Think my words are against me? Think about it, isn't there a reason why your father did all those things for you? Princes and generals, rather have a kind of thing, must have thought so at the time, and only people with such heroism can do that kind of thing. ”

"I don't hate him, nor do I hate the people who killed him, they can do whatever they like, it has nothing to do with me, I just want to repay Lord Deng who saved me." Ding Qian snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"It's not wrong for you to think so, it's just that many things in this world often ...... involuntarily" Before Yintian finished speaking, a burst of gunshots like bursting beans suddenly sounded nearby, and if you listen carefully, it should be from the western hillside.

Yintian threw the half-smoked cigarette into the snowdrift: "Damn, Maozi came to fight again - I'll go first, be careful yourself, you want to repay Lord Deng's words, live well until the end of the war, and go back to his old man to do his filial piety." ”

Ding Qian stood upright: "Yes-sir!" ”

Hearing the gunshots, a bunch of people poured out of the chapel, all wearing railway soldier armbands, which were the 106th Railway Company Pioneer Survey Detachment commanded by Ding Qian.

"Deputy company commander, it's the enemy coming, what should we do?" A tall and lanky private asked anxiously, "It's not surprising that the new Ding is like this."

"What else can I do, get ready to fight." Ding Qian pulled out the Jinling pistol on his waist.

Over there, Qiu Yipeng was so anxious that he jumped straight, it seemed that his chariot would not be repaired for a while.

Ding Qian had a wit, walked up to him and patted him: "Warrant Officer Qiu, do you want to help?" ”

"Do the railroad soldiers also repair chariots?"

"No, but we have guns and men, and if the Cossacks rush here, we can cover your chariot."

"The last sentence should be said backwards." Qiu Yipeng pursed his lips.

Ding Qianyi stretched out his hands: "Help each other." ”

Qiu Yipeng looked at the open engine compartment, then looked back at the dozen or so soldiers with loaded guns behind Ding Qian, tilted his head, and stretched out his hand to Ding Qian: "Deal." ”

It was a harsh winter, with heavy snow covering the mountains, and the Baikal assault group of the Chinese army could only advance along the Selenga River valley, where there was less snowfall and roads were concentrated, and the two-way march composed of tens of thousands of motor vehicles, horse-drawn carriages, and tens of thousands of foot cavalry stretched for hundreds of kilometers on both sides of the Seranga River, and the two flanks lacked effective protection.

The Russians took the opportunity to attack the weak parts of the long marching column from the flanks with small groups of cavalry, usually looking for trucks and wagon convoys carrying heavy supplies to attack, and sometimes making long-distance raids to go around the far rear of the Chinese army to attack the railway troops in road construction.

As a result, the attacking forces had to allocate a considerable amount of their combat strength to protect the baggage troops and the railway troops.

This time, the Russian cavalry seemed to have picked the wrong time to attack......