The color of the river valley in January is covered in silver, and the cold is pressing.

On the frozen surface of the river, several long, loosely formed columns of horse-drawn sleighs marched, and on either side of the river, there were two torrents of steel that could not be seen at a glance.

The marching column on the left bank was methodically passing through a small village with only broken eaves remaining, tracks and tires hurtling over the frozen road, and the exhaust fumes from the engines stood out against the background of the snow and ice.

Next to the small church at the south entrance of the village, a loudspeaker mounted on the roof of a Yalong small truck spewed out a passionate and enthusiastic song to the marching column galloping in the cold air:

"Chinese boys, Chinese boys,

Hold one hand to the sky.

Sleeping lion for a thousand years, sleeping lion for a thousand years,

One husband raises his arms and ten thousand husbands.

The Yangtze River, the east of Asia,

E'e Kunlun, the Great Wall of Wings,

The land of abundance, take more macros,

The Yellow Emperor's Tomb Gods.

Wind and tiger, cloud and dragon, all nations come together,

The pride of the sky, I am vertical.

Chinese boy, Chinese boy,

Hold one hand to the sky.

I have a sword, and I am generous from Rong,

Hit the middle stream, the wind is strong,

Decisive victory, through Changhong,

How many strange husbands in ancient and modern times.

Broken head yellow dust, Yan Ran Legong,

So far, the blood is still red.

……”

A small but muscular officer leaned against the door, humming to the music of the horns, his boots beating on the iron-clad ground.

Behind the collar of the coat raised high, a young and heroic face can be faintly seen, and the eyebrows are full of liveliness and enthusiasm that are in opposition to this long and harsh winter.

From the armband of the intersecting railway rifles on his arm, it can be seen that he is from the combat railway corps, but this is outside the city of Ulan-Ude, 250 kilometers away from the borders of the country, even if it is an immortal, it is impossible to pave such a long military railway in such a short time in this slow snow.

In fact, the nearest terminal of the military railway is still 200 kilometers away, it is a harsh winter, ice and snow everywhere, coupled with the harassment of the Russian army, in the two weeks since the start of the war, although the two mechanized assault groups as sharp knives have broken through to the city of Ulan-Ude like lightning, the railway troops that originally set off with the assault group are far behind - only less than 40 kilometers of the military railway has been built.

The so-called urgent military railway, that is, a light temporary railway built by a very simple construction method, sometimes even directly laying sleeper rails on the ground, can only pass light wagons towed by small locomotives or pocket railway cars using horsepower or even manpower, and is limited by various natural conditions, and the transportation capacity is far below that of ordinary railways.

However, as the saying goes, it is better to talk than nothing, and even such a rudimentary railway, once it is in normal operation, is a great boon to the supply of front-line troops.

In order to build a military railway in the enemy's territory, it is very important to conduct surveys in advance, and although such operations are carried out by spies in peacetime, the risks are too great, and once the battle fails, it is easy to expose secrets such as the route of our army's march, and once the war begins, the variables are unpredictable, and it is always difficult to plan in advance in all aspects, so that the immediate survey that accompanies the advance of the combat troops is indispensable.

This railway officer who came here with the vanguard of the assault group must have carried out the above-mentioned vanguard survey mission.

Suddenly, with a screeching sound of metal rubbing, a light chariot of the Combat Type 3 "Jiehu" less than a man tall with a small turret on its head rushed into the snowdrift on the side of the road with black smoke and stopped in front of him with a few thuds.

The hatch on the top of the hull and turret opened almost simultaneously, and the two crew members in black tweed jackets jumped out cursing and then sat down in the snow with their backs to the chariot in exhaustion.

When the railway officer saw this scene, his eyes widened and he whistled, took out his cigarette case and approached: "Hard work, come to Gen Kinhard Gate?" ”

"Wow, even the railroad soldiers have been drawn to Kinhard Gate these days - just kidding, thanks." The one who spoke was the commander who came out of the turret, looking very delicate, his cheeks were red from the cold, and he wore a white wool scarf around his neck.

"My name is Ding Qian, Lieutenant Survey Officer of the 106th Railway Company." The railway officer opened the cigarette case and introduced himself.

The commander smiled and picked out two cigarettes and threw one to the driver: "My name is Qiu Yipeng, midshipman of the 3rd Company of the 2nd Brigade, this is my partner Sergeant Chen Yu." ”

Ding Qian nodded to the two: "Fortunately, the car broke down?" ”

Qiu Yipeng got up and patted the chariot behind him: "Sir, you are too polite, we are fortunate to meet - this broken car, it has been making a lot of noise in the past few days, but fortunately, it is not bad every time, hurry up and repair it, and barely catch up with the big army." ”

"It's so tiring to be very busy today...... Sir, you're a great man, I don't usually dare to buy this brand of cigarettes. Chen Yu said with emotion with his eyes against the golden hard door.

"If you like it, take two more, this is also what others take care of me, this ...... It's bloodstains. Ding Qian noticed the red spots on the front of the car.

As soon as he mentioned this, Qiu Yipeng's eyebrows fluttered: "I stayed when I was working with the Maozi cavalry yesterday, it's really a god, those guys rushed over with spears, when my chariot was paper paste - there was a guy who really poked it with a spear, the spear didn't work and changed the sabre, and he also pulled out a pistol at the end, it was too close, it was not easy to fight, or Sergeant Chen was clever, a rush, and the guy and the horse were overwhelmed, and he ran over directly from above!" ”

"There's nothing clever or clever, that guy blocked my vision, I was in a hurry, and I stepped on the accelerator without knowing what to do......" Chen Yu touched his head and smiled humbly.

"It must be very enjoyable to be a charioteer, we can only build roads, there is no fighting, I really envy you." Ding Qian also lit a cigarette for himself.

Qiu Yipeng shook his head and said: "You can't say that, without you building the railway, just relying on those broken trucks, Ulan-Ude will definitely not be able to fight, we can't use chariots to storm the fortress, right?" Looking at the current situation, we may have to bypass the fortress and continue to penetrate in depth, leaving the fortress to the large army behind - but it can't be far away, the transportation line maintained by the trucks is almost to the limit, and the Maozi cavalry often destroys it halfway, so it will all depend on your railroad in the future, so hurry up and repair it. ”

"That's what I'm here for." Ding Qian said.

Qiu Yipeng stroked the iron armor in his hand and sighed: "You said that it is enjoyable to be a charioteer, if you want me to say, the chariot is indeed a good thing, Mao Zibing saw it like a sheep saw a wolf, and it collapsed after a few rushes." In the battle of Kyakhta, Mao Zibing rushed up with bayonets, our machine guns were like mowing grass, sweeping down a large area with a few strokes, rushing while sweeping, chasing them, their machine guns hit us fiercely, useless, and the artillery was not accurate. The cavalry rushed with us, and their positions were broken down with three strikes and two blows, and the most important thing was that they fled with their feet, no matter how fast they were, they couldn't get as fast as the chariots, ha, and it was really enjoyable - but there is no such thing as a vain pleasure in the world, and how many people can see our suffering? ”