Chapter 280 Doubt

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

The first snow in the north in 4602 was much earlier than in previous years. However, at the end of October, the light snow fell one after another, and then several snows floated in the sky one after another. At the beginning of November, when the south of the Yangtze River was still enjoying the coolness of late autumn, the land of North China had entered the end. There is a fog between heaven and earth. Li Zhishen, 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 were heard. In the hazy snow shadows, workers wearing dogskin hats, wearing cotton-padded jackets and drinking in Shandong and Hebei, carrying heavy 85 pounds of heavy tracks, walking beside the gravel roadbed.

Li Zhishen, who had just graduated from the Engineering Department of Huangpu Military Academy, went to the Pinghan Railway construction site with his classmates to report, and he was assigned to the 4th Battalion of the 16th Regiment of the Guangfu Army. He had to report to the battalion headquarters first.

When he arrived at the camp of the camp, Li Zhishen saw that it was quiet in the camp of the land temple. The first person they met was a sergeant. He was wearing a faded old military uniform, no hat, and his head was full of fluffy hair, as if he had not had been paid for a long time. He is not big, his face is full of wrinkles, and he looks like a man in his early thirties.

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

"You take a break and drink some water first."

Then he stood there motionlessly. However, it seems to be embarrassed as if thinking about something.

After a look at the room, Li Zhishen asked.

"Is this the technical group of the battalion department?"

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

P stopped for a while, he said:

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

"Do your work." Li Zhishen stood up and replied.

He left, leaving Li Zhishen alone in the room.

Li Zhishen carefully held this room of about 20 square meters. Next to the door is a window, under which is a large "table". Li Zhishen put a quotation mark on the table here, saying that it looks like a table, but in fact it is a large table without a drawer. This table is about two meters long and more than one meter wide. The skeleton of the platform, whether horizontal, vertical or oblique, is made of five centimeter square wooden strips, and nail caps can be seen everywhere.

The countertop of the table is made of three centimeter-thick wooden boards prepared to make the bridge template on the construction site, and it is also covered with a metal plate of about the same size. The place near the window on the table is messy with all kinds of books and materials, just like a small mountain bag. There is also a connected layer about 20 centimeters under the table. This layer is stuffed with all kinds of things: drawings, abacus, boxes, newspapers, teapots, tapes, rulers, letter papers, bowls and chopsticks, ropes...

There are three wooden beds in the other three corners of the house, and the two beds in the innermost are covered. Obviously, someone is using it. A bed facing the door is a student bed on the upper and lower floors. It is not covered, but it is full of wooden boxes of different sizes. Put some measuring poles, tripods, tower rulers, work hanging bags and other things in the gap between each two beds. There are several thick wires crisscrossed above the room, and the wires are scattered with clothes, towels, flags, telephone lines and so on.

After a while, it may be that the people on the construction site came back, and there was a sudden noise outside. At this time, a person quickly came in, and the major entered the door and shouted at Li Zhishen.

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

This is a young man about 30 years old, tall and dark-faced. When he came in, he walked and talked, carrying a military cap in one hand and unbuttoning his coat in the other. At first glance, he is a careless person.

"Good, sir!"

At first sight of the officer entering the room, Li Zhishen quickly got up, stood up with his boots and saluteed, which was completely the style of a cadet.

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

Zhao Ziqiang introduced himself.

"My name is Zhao Ziqiang. Have you had breakfast yet?

Then he shouted out of the door.

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

Sure enough, several young soldiers immediately appeared at the door. The same coarse military uniform was patched. Zhao Ziqiang pointed to the two-story wooden bed in the room and shouted at them loudly.

"Come on, hurry up, everyone clean up the bed." Then, I pointed to Li Zhishen to introduce to everyone:

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

Li Zhishen was stunned when he heard it.

"Technician Li", are you Technician Li? Li Zhishen heard someone call Li Zhishen a technician for the first time!

For Li Zhishen, who has just graduated, this name is a little fresh, but he also knows what he will be responsible for from now on, and he feels a little panicked.

Zhao Ziqiang stood next to the table and kept busy with his own affairs, but he kept talking.

"... There are only two technicians in the technical group of the battalion, but they are not on duty at present: You Fengzhi from Shanhaiguan Railway School is sick and living in the hospital, but the early projects have been completed. Now it is laying sleepers and track construction. One of the two sleeves Qingfeng is acting company commander in the seventeenth company, so you are the only one in the battalion at present. A technician."

Taking out the graded cigarette with the Guangfu Army emblem on it, Zhao Ziqiang continued.

"You know, our seven regiments and 20,000 people all led the military order. Before the New Year's Day of the Western calendar year, we ensured the completion of the Pinghan Railway and the completion of the double-line concession project. If it is not opened to traffic, the regimental commanders and chiefs of staff will be shot, battalions, companies and platoon commanders will be dismissed, and they will go to the military court. From top to bottom, they can't run away. Drop it."

Zhao Ziqiang kept saying that he didn't allow others to interrupt at all.

Li Ci's speech listened to the battalion commander talking about shooting there, and he couldn't help trembling all over. He knew that this place was absolutely different from school. At school, it was a punishment, but here, shooting and military court, on the contrary, frightening became the most unspeakable punishment.

He looked up at the calendar on the wall: On December 1, 462, the wind was even stronger. The snow is bigger.

He tightened his coat and pulled down the brim of his hat. Zhan Tianyou, who inspected the construction site of the Yellow River Railway Bridge, looked at the drawings in his hand. Most of the 36 branch lines have completed the subgrade construction and are now laying the tracks. Now the last main project is the railway bridge in front of him, which is a convenient bridge.

"Second Minister Zhan, if the Belgians hadn't cut corners to repair the Yellow River Bridge, we wouldn't have built this bridge!"

Looking at the engineers desperately in the cold and piercing river, Yan Huacai, the chief engineer of Pinghan Road, scolded with hatred. There were even some snowflakes in the wrinkles on his dark face, messy beards, red eyes, and dark eyes, all of which showed that he had been a little exhausted, but he stood up. The writ reminds him every day whether the project can be completed smoothly is directly related to him and hundreds of people.

"If the Yellow River Railway Bridge is not built, the capacity will definitely not meet the capacity requirements of the staff. In any case, you must ensure that before February 27, the bridge must be put into use and cannot meet the design standards. Even if it is completed, the military law will still be investigated!"

When Zhan Tianyou frowned and said this sentence, his expression seemed extremely unnatural. The sudden double-track concession project of the Pinghan Railway really surprised him. From the Pinghan Railway to the railway inside and outside the customs, 42 parallels were built, and the capacity of the railway to pass at night was increased by 1.5 times. Why is it so urgent?

He was even so urgent that he did not hesitate to give a military order to force the engineers to rush for work with bullets. In the past, he had never seen a tired person on any construction site, but now on the Pinghan railway construction site, he saw the exhausted engineers who were killed under the supervision of the military stick.

This is their battlefield, but why is that?

Zhan Tianyou vaguely felt that the current ruling axe seemed to be planning something. Originally, the Pinghan Railway would have been completed before December 31, but now after the reinforcement of the route, the construction period was postponed for two months, but the development of the double line was added, and then the engineering soldiers were stationed in the construction. If If it's not a war, what can make the ruling axe fight so much? Is it for Mongolia?

Thinking about the news that the two cavalry and the strange soldiers recovered Kullun in the newspaper a while ago, the eleven princes who intended to read were unsealed and sent to Nanjing for trial, but this idea was just a flash. If it is only for Mongolia, there is no need to sit like this, just like the "power demand" of the external explanation of the ruling axe, although It is said that the capacity of the Pinghan Railway, which has no out-of-station line, is relatively low, but it is barely useful.

"3200 carriages, 76 locomotives..."

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

"Commander General Yan, you know..."

"I don't know!"

Before Zhan Tianyou could speak, Yan Huacai shook his head. Since the project was started, many people have asked him for information, but he really didn't know. I rubbed my eyes a little sour.

"I only know the military order!"

"Kill! Kill it!"

Just then, a soldier was running on the Yellow River Dam with a newspaper in his hand. He shouted as he ran, attracting some people to cast curious eyes.

"Regone!"

The command came out of an officer's throat, and the soldier who was running immediately stood up to salute.

"What are you running! What are you shouting! What's killing!"

Although he was reprimanded, the soldier still had a smile on his face. He handed the newspaper in his hand to the officer.

"Report, Mr. Yehenara, today... today's ambush!"

(to be continued)