Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

July 27, 1942, 500 kilometers north of Suiyuan.

In the early morning, the sunlight in the plateau area was as dazzling as an arrow. It shone directly on the faces of the passengers through the train window without any cover.

With the clanging rhythm of the train, Huang He, who was still in a daze, gradually woke up. After getting rid of his sleepiness, he stood up and stretched, and then slowly walked out of the carriage.

At this time, the army reorganization expert who was traveling with him had already finished washing up.

The other party was standing in the corridor of the carriage, staring at the grassland scenery outside the window, so much so that he didn't notice someone approaching him from behind.

"General Nie, how did you sleep in the second half of the night? Is your insomnia serious?"

"If you really can't, wait until we get to Commander Yang's headquarters. Do you want to take a rest?"

"Ah, different track specifications are really troublesome and delay business. After the Ji'er and Erku railways are fully connected, we must change the track to a unified standard width."

After the joint efforts of all the soldiers and civilians of the Suiyuan Military Region, the new route Ji'er Railway planned by the border area and the headquarters at the end of last year has now initially met the conditions for traffic.

In order to ensure the safety and smoothness of railway transportation, the army reorganization experts even specially formulated a plan to prevent wind and sand and erosion, and also arranged multiple railway engineering units to be responsible for daily maintenance.

Of course, this new line is not without shortcomings.

Due to the different rail spacing standards of TG and the old Russians, each batch of military or daily necessities needs to be unloaded and changed cars when arriving at Erlian Station, which is why the comrades did not get a good rest last night.

Hearing Huang He's concerned greetings, the army reorganization experts waved their hands casually, indicating that their colleagues did not need to worry.

"I'm only 43 after my birthday this year, and I'm in my prime. Can you please stop treating me like an old man? I'm still very strong!"

"As for rest, I think you should catch up on your sleep. I don't know who was grumbling endlessly when we set out in the early morning."

Yesterday morning, the Suiyuan Military Region suddenly received a meeting request initiated by the Russians.

Considering the lack of strategic and unique staff around him, General Nie decisively woke up Huang He, who was still sleeping, and asked him to accompany him to the grassland capital for a meeting.

Of course, there was also a part of selfishness in this, after all, everyone was afraid that Huang He would become ill from overwork.

Taking him on a business trip would more or less allow him to breathe some fresh air.

After complaining about his colleagues, the army reorganization expert first looked at the watch on his arm, and then continued:

"Regarding the track change you just mentioned, in fact, the border area and Lengfeng City have similar ideas. For the current situation on the Eastern Front in Europe, time is equivalent to life."

"Every batch of aid materials transported to the front line in time may affect the final outcome of the entire battle."

"But our northern neighbors are obviously still not very confident about us. The other party has been holding on to the Siberian Railway. It is estimated that even if the track is changed, it will only radiate to the entire plateau area at most."

As soon as these words came out, Huang He curled his lips with a little disdain.

The old Russians control the vast and sparsely populated Far East region entirely by relying on the Siberian Railway. In a sense, this railway is their lifeblood.

Holding on to it is indeed the other party's usual style of doing things.

However, the territory that the border area wants to recover is far more than 500 kilometers north of Suiyuan.

Aren't there also Outer Northwest and Outer Northeast, these can also be discussed.

"Tsk, it seems that the pressure from De San is not big enough. Didn't Old Dai have intelligence that Meyer has been urging people to research new strategic bombers recently? Hurry up and increase the intensity!"

"To be honest, if there is any accident in our supply in the second half of 1942, I believe that the biased system of the big bearded man will definitely usher in a new high."

"When people are in a hurry, they are prone to tear down the east wall to repair the west wall. Who can't take advantage of the chaos to make trouble?"

The current border area's assistance to the old Russians is full of firepower.

Especially the air force, Huang He even has reason to suspect that the number of Spitfire and Hurricane fighters equipped by the Southern Army Group is infinitely close to the sum of MiG, Lager and Yak.

There is no way, who lets them have enough pilots, and they can digest as many fighters as they come.

Compared with other major participating countries or large forces, the foundation of the border area is still a little weak.

Because of this, TG can now become the biggest party A of the big bearded man.

If the party A has new needs, you, the party B, have to do it even if you are reluctant.

Unless, you, Big Beard, can find another reliable and convenient supplier.

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Just as General Nie was chatting with Huang He, the train they were riding on, towed by two locomotives, drove into the mountain road.

At this moment, outside the window was no longer an endless grassland, but round hills with an average height of no more than 800 meters.

Half an hour later, with a series of long whistles, the speed of the entire train gradually slowed down. After successfully passing through the hilly area, the comrades finally arrived at the destination of this trip, the capital of the grassland.

"Wow, this place is interesting, and the style is not quite the same as our Suiyuan City."

Unlike Huang He's imagination, in addition to the yurts that can be seen everywhere on the periphery of the capital of the grassland, there are actually many heavy Soviet-style buildings.

Take the station where everyone is now.

There is no roof here, and the trains coming and going are all parked next to the open-air platform. Anyone who comes here can see the smell of wool at a glance.

After the train stopped, Huang got off the train first accompanied by his personal security team.

Looking around, the green outside the station almost spread to the horizon. The lush grass undulated under the strong wind and finally merged with the blue sky.

"Huang He, long time no see!"

"I have been looking forward to seeing you guys for a long time. I finally got you here! Did you have a smooth journey? Did you encounter any emergencies? By the way, where is General Nie?"

Just as Huang He was leading the way and preparing to look for comrades to pick him up, a group of people suddenly emerged from the entrance of the train station, led by Commander Yang of the former Jin-Cha-Ji Division.

Seeing an old acquaintance whom he had not seen for a long time, Huang first showed a sly smile, and then greeted him in a teasing tone:

"Hey, isn't this our border envoy Yang Chou? Others are busy as new officials, why don't you look so busy?"

"Thanks to you, our journey can be considered smooth sailing, and we didn't encounter any major problems."

"General Nie is still behind, he and the comrades from the military region will be here soon."

After saying this, Commander Yang shook his head helplessly.

As a young generation of the same age as Huang He, he was often teased by the other party on weekdays. This kind of weird way of speaking, almost no one in the border area is more familiar than himself.

After a moment of silence, Commander Yang hurriedly went up to him, and then whispered in his colleague's ear:

"Brother, don't joke around today. Don't you see who's here? Although I'm not afraid of my own shadow, it's not a pleasant feeling to be targeted."

"Besides, the Northwest Frontier Commissioner and Commander-in-Chief of the Northwest Frontier Defense Army is just an empty position with no salary."

"If possible, I'd rather be the deputy commander of the military region. At least the work of the Suiyuan Military Region is relatively easy, and there's no need to deal with all kinds of conflicts caused by customs and culture every day."

In fact, the happiest person for TG to take back its homeland was not Zhan Hu, but the bald man far away in the southwest capital.

After the Wuchang Uprising, the coffin of the Qing Dynasty had just been closed, and the old Russians, who had repeatedly taken advantage of the chaos to rob, stretched their evil hands to this plateau.

Although Guo Su lost the actual control, the suzerainty was always firmly in his hands.

If it weren't for the fact that his side was weak, the bald man even wanted to personally micro-manage and come forward to resolve the dispute between the two sides.

It was precisely because he did not want to be a sinner for all eternity that in the original timeline, he repeatedly emphasized that the treaty was invalid when he fled to the island, and used a veto to prevent MNG from joining the United Nations Conference.

Now, Guo Su did not make any efforts, and 500 kilometers north of Suiyuan returned to China's embrace. How could this make the bald man not ecstatic.

Upon learning the good news of the border area's recovery of lost territory, he granted Commander Yang an official position without saying a word.

After all, in the bald man's view, as long as this piece of land is in the hands of "our own people", everything that follows can be discussed. At most, it's a matter of fighting a war. If you can't beat the foreigners, don't you dare to beat you?

Looking at Commander Yang with a serious face, and thinking of the word "outsider" just mentioned by the other party, Huang He immediately became alert. He pretended to hug his colleagues while looking back.

After observing carefully for a moment, he saw a middle-aged man with an old-fashioned melon-shaped hat, glasses and a beard.

"Hey, the terrifying giant, why is he here?

"Will the border region send him to assist you in your work? But to be honest, given the current situation and circumstances, you do need such a ruthless person to be your deputy."

"Okay, then I'll be more careful with my words and stop talking nonsense next time."

Hearing this, Commander Yang rolled his eyes unhappily. If he wanted to help him deal with local disputes, he should have sent the dean of the Nationalities College.

He is not only a half-local, but also a professional counterpart. He has more or less some connections in the grassland capital, and he has more advantages in carrying out related work.

Even if the Wu education director is too busy, he should have transferred someone from Anhui. What's the point of letting Kang SIR come here? (End of this chapter)