Chapter 1 The Wanderer Returns

The World of Bright Sword, August 14, 1939.

In the vast desert and the dead sea of ​​sand, hundreds of trucks are moving forward at a constant speed.

The wind blew loudly, and the rolled up sand and gravel slapped against the truck's windshield.

A man in his early thirties with thick eyebrows and big eyes and an upright expression was sitting in the passenger seat of one of the trucks. He looked at the desolate and lifeless Gobi Desert and said, "I'm finally home!"

Although the driver in the driver's seat couldn't understand Chinese, his emotional tone still allowed him to make an accurate guess. The driver patted the man in the passenger seat on the shoulder and spoke boldly in Russian: "Huang! How does it feel to go home!"

Without waiting for Huang He to answer, the driver took out a bottle of vodka from his coat pocket and handed it to him. Then he took out a bottle from the other pocket and took a swig.

"You have suffered a lot in order to return to your motherland. No matter what your previous life was like, home will always be your warm harbor! This bottle of wine is specially left to you, my dear home!"

Huang He looked at the Siberian man in front of him helplessly. He opened the bottle and smelled it with his nose, and then took a big sip.

The pungent and strong smell of alcohol filled the small space. Even after staying in the north for so long, he still wasn't used to the smell of vodka.

Fenjiu with rich taste and layered texture is more suitable for him.

He tightened the bottle cap and snatched the driver's bottle. Then he said in standard Russian: "Drink less. We have to drive for more than 20 days. I don't want to get in a drunkard's car." "

Makarov Sharogradsky looked at the Yellow River with some resentment. For him, not having wine was a very painful thing.

"Huang, you are good at everything, but you are too serious! You are just like my instructor! Don't you know my drinking capacity? If I have enough wine, I can drink until the end of the mission."

The two met not long ago. Huang He had just arrived at Makarov's troops before setting off on this mission. The superior officer told him to send this man back to his homeland.

Makarov has been running back and forth on this transportation line for more than two years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a task. Having always been familiar with him, he immediately made friends with this new friend with his curiosity and wine. The two of them had a drink and officially got to know each other, and they officially set off home the next day.

For this enthusiastic Siberian man, Huang He was grateful to him from the bottom of his heart. After all, he has to be taken care of by others when he returns home, not to mention that he doesn't have to be crowded with supplies on the road.

Although Huang He stopped him from drinking in the car, Makarov was not angry. Instead, he was still very concerned about his friend's future life.

"Huang, isn't your work in the Second Special Design Bureau going well? Why did you give up all your years of hard work?"

"And I have been performing transportation missions in your country a lot in the past two years. I won't have a decent research environment after I return."

When he heard this, Huang He thought of the war-torn motherland and his compatriots who were homeless and separated from their families. His eyes were full of fighting spirit and he said to Makarov:

"Your country is not always strong from the beginning. It needs people from all walks of life to build it. Just like you can travel on arduous transportation routes without hesitation, I also want to contribute to my country."

"My country needs me. Even if the road ahead will be difficult, even if I may die in a war, there are thousands of comrades there who will fight with me."

"There is a saying in our country called fallen leaves returning to their roots."

"A very famous modern poem was born last year, and there is a sentence in it that I like very much. Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply."

Makarov didn't answer immediately, and the silence in the cab was frightening, but he was never good at hiding his emotions.

"Davari, with people like you, a spark in the east can definitely turn into a prairie fire!"

When he said this, he did not look at the comrades around him, but his firm tone made people extremely reassured. Huang He looked at his profile and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

While the two were talking, the convoy was still driving on the Gobi Desert day and night, and in two days it would be a rugged mountain road. The task of the transportation team is to deliver the materials they carry to the hands of the anti-Japanese troops, and then bring back some of the raw materials and gold they need.

This team consists of three specially organized automobile battalions and an independent automobile company.

The vehicle operation carried twenty 37mm anti-tank guns and 10,000 rounds of artillery shells, five 76mm anti-aircraft guns and 5,000 rounds of artillery shells, 300 Degtyaryov machine guns, 40 Maxim heavy machine guns, and 7.62mm rifles. 3 million rounds of ammunition and 1.5 million rounds of 7.9mm rifle ammunition.

This transportation mission is the largest this year, and even transported aircraft.

It's just that the aircraft is split into different parts. The wings, tail, propellers, spare parts, etc. are installed in the car compartment, and the fuselage is mounted on the compartment.

The independent automobile company carried the weapons and materials prepared by Huanghe for the base area, which was the wealth he had saved over the years.

As the sun was about to set, the transport troops finally arrived at the supply depot along the way.

They also saw a pack transport team consisting of more than 300 camels passing by. After chatting with the fellow villagers, Huang He learned that they were going to exchange wool for gasoline, ammunition and other supplies, and then exchanged the Give things to people who need them.

This transport route is far from the rear of the war, and experienced soldiers always organize some entertainment activities to make the best of the hardship. At the campfire not far away, several soldiers were dancing the Cossack dance with the political commissar.

Accompanied by cheerful music, a group of officers and soldiers kicked forward in a squatting or half-squatting position, and the whole dance was mainly squatting and jumping. Their legs were stretched as straight as possible, and in some parts they had to squat and kick quickly and turn in circles.

"What an unbreakable knee!"

From time to time, the accordion played the steppe cavalry song in the camp.

Seeing Huang He facing the crowd but still in a trance, Makarov came to him with a dinner. Today's dinner is the classic Tusanka canned stewed Siberian three fresh, and the staple food is pancakes. This very special battlefield stew is still very tempting.

"The potatoes in Lubyanka are good for people. Entering the hotel is like going home. Everyone there is talented and speaks well. I love being there."

"They are all amazing. Even those of us who travel this route all year round may not be able to return home safely every time. And they all volunteered to participate in the transportation. Several families I met last year either died on the road or lost everything."

"You will win. The invaders will be driven away by you sooner or later."

Although Huang He is not a fragile person, reliable comrades are always so reassuring.

After dinner, the transport team replenished fuel and started a new journey.

At this time, Huang He was leaning against the glass window, sleeping on his right arm. He still needed to change Makarov for the night journey, so he needed to rest quickly once he had the chance.

Suddenly, a passionate music sounded in his mind, followed by a narration that made people's blood boil.

"We sacrificed our lives in the last war, but you turned your promises to us into empty words!

We struggled to bring this country into modernization, but you took every opportunity to exploit and squeeze us!

When we fought bloody battles against powerful enemies, you were unwilling to provide even a little help!

Now, our war has become your war.

The gentlemen who shared the flesh and blood in a high-sounding manner were finally coveted by the beasts.

We unite together to fight against the country that threatens our land.

From now on, we will fight side by side and drive the invaders into the sea step by step.

However, no one will forget the price we paid to win freedom.

While enduring arrogance, we waited for the opportunity.

Now, let the world see the greatness of our nation!"

"Hello host, we finally meet. The system is currently in read-only mode and will be fully unlocked after arriving at the base."

After hearing the voice in his mind, Huang He trembled with excitement. This system has been silent for so many years, and finally there is movement!

The transportation line was set up by Dalinzi and Guangtou, and the specific location of each supply station can even be found on the Internet.

The things from the three transport battalions cannot be given to TG, this is the rule.