Lin Xiang could have regarded Jie Gang as his first target of surgery. But he did not do this. The combat troops officer ran to the secretary's room to chat. It was a common occurrence in the old days. Although it was not in accordance with the rules, it was not a big mistake. The reason why he did not hold on is that there is the saying "Chi Ling is my uncle", and more because of the overall concept. Without gaining the recognition of most people, any punishment will only put himself in the opposite direction of everyone. Even if what he did is not wrong, he will

It is regarded as a revenge from the special commissioner of the Political Supervision Commission. It is precisely because of this that Lin Xiang left the sentence "Not as an example". The secretary's office was very fast. Six minutes later, several military hardwood boxes filled with thick file bags were dragged into Lin Xiang's office. Even inside the military camp, there was still a slight degree of radiation. Although the Red Republican Army was able to produce office equipment such as computers, the storage of data would always cause disorder and inexplicably disappear due to external rays. The most stable method of storage of data had to return to the original level of hand-take notes.

These data should not be considered a secret among the top leaders of the Second Infantry Regiment. According to relevant data, the reorganized 34th Division is in the sixth regiment system, and the number of registered soldiers of the Second Infantry Regiment is 6,197, but at the end of the personnel list, there is also an attached page with as many as four more people. This means that the total number of soldiers in the entire regiment has actually exceeded 10,000 limit. Based on the old military system, it is equivalent to one division.

Equipment rate is 123.6%. Loss rate of new and old weapons is 11.28% (replacement).

At the end of these two data, both have the words (self-produced). Obviously, the Western Military Region has a complete set of independent military production lines. Although it is not clear what the specific manufacturing varieties are, it can at least ensure the supply of individual light weapons.

There are many types of logistics supply materials. Except for the firearms and ammunition listed at the forefront, no index of the rest of the bedding, special rations, medicine and daily food can reach normal values. Most of them hover around 60% to 70%, especially in the per capita food supplement. In the past six months, the highest index can only reach 77% and 14%. In other words, the supply situation of the Western Military Region is much worse than expected. Soldiers cannot get the same supply treatment as the Eastern Military Region.

Slowly closing the folder that had already turned to the last page, Lin Xiang slowly walked to the window and quietly looked at the sunken sky in the distance that might never change. He clearly remembered the breakfast I had eaten in the cafeteria today, which did not have much oil on the surface. Two cornmeal steamed buns that were full of portions and enough to eat were mixed with some potatoes and sweet potato leaves. Naturally, the homemade baking cakes on the female warrant officer's table in the secretary's room also appeared in his mind. That thing didn't look like

Milk and eggs are added in the same kind of dessert in Yinyue City. The only condiment is just a small amount of sugar. After careful remark, it should not be the beet or sugarcane pressed product you usually use, but the cool solidification with a light sweet taste after being cooked. Mixed cornmeal and this kind of thing to bake can only be said to be a certain substitution for girls to satisfy their snack preferences, and it is also the only rough and delicious food they use to relieve slander. To put it bluntly, it is actually the shape of a cookie based on corn wheat bran steamed buns.

The natural environment of the western wilderness is worse than that of the eastern region. Especially in the part near Siberia, the average annual sunshine level is seriously insufficient, and most crops can only be ripened once a year. The growth of corn and other high-yield drought-tolerant crops here is not optimistic.

The rhythmic footsteps came from the corridor, and the visitor stood in front of the door of the open office. Then, a slightly fearful female voice sounded behind her: "Report"

"Come in." Lin Xiang's pupils were full of indifference. He did not look back, but still maintained a fixed posture of looking out the window. Despite this, he could still hear from the tone change that the person who came was the female lieutenant with the highest military rank in the secretary's room.

A few minutes later, when Lin Xiang left the window and sat behind the desk again, the lieutenant stood in silence at the desk. She looked at her young and cold boss with a complicated expression and gritted her teeth hard, trying to restrain her urge to prevent her eyes from floating on Lin Xiang. Her eyelashes were lowered and hesitated for a moment, and gently placed a key in her hand on the table.

"Please forgive me, we didn't mean to violate the regulations." The female lieutenant said with a crying voice. She tried her best to control her emotions, but she could still feel the panic and fear released from her: "Your Excellency, please, please do not define this matter as a rebellious plot or a squatting. We are all members of the National Socialist Party, and we are extremely loyal to the great leader. We, we just did not check ourselves as required, which gave rise to dirty capitalism. We are willing to correct our own

I just want you to give me a chance. Please, please, don't set us as a counter-in-law. If you want, we can agree to any request that we have to be the key to our dormitory*. Tonight or at any time, it's OK." As she said, she raised her right hand, struggled with unwillingness but forced herself, slowly untied the wind buckle at the top of the military uniform. She opened her hair and was mostly wrapped in fullness, ru, room. Looking at Lin Xiang's eyes, she was filled with despair and sad begging.

Lin Xiang was silent, and there was no change in his calm face.

After five minutes, he finally slowly opened his closed mouth and said lightly: "Lieutenant, your clothes are loose." The female lieutenant's body stiffened, but the fear on her face did not relieve much. She bit the lower chun, which was about to bleed, lowered her head, and rebuckled the untied button again. However, her thin fingers did not return to their original place, but just wandered hesitantly at the top of the collar.

"What's your name?" Lin Xiang continued to ask, his eyes sliding across the other party's face with tears.

"Xu, Xu Na." The second lieutenant's voice and body were trembling.

"Wipe my face and take me to the logistics warehouse to have a look."

Lin Xiang picked up the military cap placed on the table, put it on, straightened it, walked out from behind the desk, picked up the key, and slowly handed it back to the girl," said lightly in a tone without any change: "This is your thing. Put it away, don't drop it again."

301 is the door number of the Secretariat of the Second Infantry Regiment.

For the four young girls in the office, the past period was simply a thrilling dream.

Working hours are fun and snacking, and this kind of thing is not worth mentioning in the old era. However, it is not the glorious world of civilization. Under the illumination of the great leader, any stain may be infinitely amplified, and any changes that do not belong to conventional actions may be suspected of being espionage. Although the political air of the Western Military Region is far less than that of the eastern region, it still belongs to the sphere of influence of the Red Republican Army. Anti-party, anti-national socialism, opposing the great leader, and then expands into an anti-glorious life that will always be enemies with the people. Once the invisible hat is added, begging, struggling, drawing a line, etc., all actions such as silence are invalid. The rest is to be tortured in endless fear and despair until death.

Xu Na still remembers the tragic experience of the previous secretary-general. She was a girl of similar age. She accidentally placed the newspaper with the portrait of the great leader under the folder because of a casual accident. She was framed by an officer who had been rejected for courtship as a crime of "deliberately trying to curse the great leader and put a heavy burden on the great leader forever." As a result, her whole family was implicated and all were taken to Xinjing for trial. It is said that the final outcome was to "anti-blame death" and be executed on the spot. If the current regiment political commissar was an officer in the ordinary sense, then this matter

Love will not have any impact on me. After all, I am also a member of the Third Army. "Even if it is handled internally, it is much better than being tried and detained. However, the situation is completely different now. The new political commissar is a political supervisor, and most of the persecution incidents are related to the committee. Once this trivial matter is determined to be a consequence of an anti-birth member, it is simply unimaginable to exchange body for safety, which is the best solution that Xu Na can think of. Although humiliation, although it must produce her most precious thing, it is better than being tortured to death.

Lin Xiang refused to induce you, or should be said to have no expression in front of his begging. This did not make Xu Na feel relaxed at all. Although the other party seemed to have no hostility and was not as cold and cruel as other political and supervisory committee members or party representatives, the face that had appeared repeatedly in textbooks and various propaganda manuals since childhood could not help but make her shudder.

Compared with other places controlled by the Red Republican Army, the political air in the Western Military Region seemed thinner, and there was no such a tense atmosphere of confinement that could suffocate at any time. But no matter what, the Third Army still belongs to the combat sequence of the Republican Army. The senior military leaders could control the political supervision committee members and the senior officials to carry out political persecution, but it was impossible to spread this protection to the scope of lower-level officers and even ordinary soldiers. Of course, if Xu Na was a big figure or a relative of the regiment commander, the Political Supervision Committee might be forced to the transcendent position of the Western Military Region and let her go in such a small matter that is not painful. But Xu Na did not live in humiliation with such relationships, or died in tragic and painful life, and could only decide entirely by herself.

The powerful engine drove the off-road vehicle to roar and rushing on the crooked slag road. Strong wind roared into the cab from the open side window, covering Lin Xiang's sunglasses with a faint layer of dust.

The logistics warehouse of the Second Infantry Regiment was not far from the barracks. More than ten minutes later, the off-road vehicle approached a low-rise building complex that looked ordinary in the south. After waiting for the guards who were inspecting the guards at the guard post, they immediately waved and let them go.

The political and supervisory committee members have a transcendent status in the Red Republic Army. Lin Xiang and Xu Na waited in the reception room for less than five minutes. Liu Ruozheng, including the warehouse supervisor, had gathered together. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were filled with instinctive fear and panic. If he was just an ordinary nominal political and supervisory committee member, the performance of the officers was much better than now.

However, Lin Xiang and the black political supervision uniforms match each other, which in the eyes of the Red Republican members who have received brainwashing education since childhood, have terrible meanings that others cannot imagine. The replica of Lin Xiang's gene is actually the will executor of the great leader.

"Don't worry, the purpose of my visit is just to see the reserves of various logistics supplies." Lin Xiang smiled gently, trying to make his speech speed and tone sound smooth. However, doing so did not relieve the fear and alertness of the warehouse management officials in the slightest. The expressions on their faces began to become nervous, and their faces were pale. The movements of their feet and arms became more and more stiff.

The warehouse covers an area of ​​more than 100,000 square meters. Together with the camouflaged underground part, the full storage capacity is enough to maintain the normal consumption of 8,000 people for three months. However, when the iron-locked all-steel door slowly separates along the slide rails to both sides, hanging on the sky board to release enough light, what comes into view is a space with a smell of mold and moisture.

More than 80% of the warehouses remain vacant, and most of the remaining parts are piled with wheat grains and corn that have not yet been removed from the surface. Most of the storage in the underground storage rooms are sweet potatoes and potatoes. In addition to these, there are about 2,000 kilograms of dehydrated dried vegetables.

Looking at the material reserve list that the logistics supervisor had just handed over, Lin Xiang silently compared everything he actually saw in his eyes.

The reserve of corn, wheat and other items is 16.27 tons.

Canned meat is discarded in 192 boxes.

Fourteen tons of potatoes.

Compressed 377 boxes of military rations.

Wine "No.

Oil, ninety-one kilograms.

Responsible cigarettes, four boxes

If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, Lin Xiang would have hardly imagined that this was a regiment-level logistics warehouse with more than 10,000 soldiers. You should know that even in the old days, the average daily cargo reserves of a large wholesale market were at least several or even dozens of times the total of these materials written on paper.

Close the material statement in his hand, and walk along the passage between the two warehouses where vehicles can enter and exit, and walk into the transit station north of the reservoir area. A modified "Dongfeng" truck with a license plate in the Western Military Region was queuing up for shipment.

At the bottom of the carriage, a thick layer of potatoes with mud and water were piled up. On the surface of the waterproof plastic film on the top, there were several bags of wheat that had just been dragged out of the warehouse. An officer with the captain's logo on his shoulder stood at the rear of the carriage. According to the table, he carefully counted the various cargo loaded in the car.

Lin Xiang turned around and, accompanied by a group of logistics officials, walked towards the carriage opened. The captain who was counting the goods first made a bid, then stood attentively and saluted. After returning the salute, Lin Xiang gently took the form in his right hand and looked carefully.

200 kilograms of potatoes, 100 kilograms of wheat (four bags of twenty-five kilograms), six canned meat, and 15 kilograms of oil and fat.

"Which unit are you?" Lin Xiang asked casually after flipping the paper pages fixed by hardwood plywood.

"Report! I am the logistics liaison officer of the Fourth Battalion (company level) of the 2nd Battalion of the 6th Regiment of the 34th Division." The captain's gaze quickly passed through Lin Xiang's black uniform surface, straightened his body, and replied loudly.

Lin Xiang frowned slightly and stopped asking questions.

According to normal organization, the brigade is equivalent to the company-level standard of the old military system of the Republic. The number of permanent troops is usually around 100 to 150 people. The total weight of the supply is only more than 300 kilograms, which is only enough to last for two to three days. For this purpose, trucks are used, and they are specifically flew between the camp and the warehouse without full load. It is obviously a waste for the Western Military Region that lacks resources.

Xu Na saw his suspicion, came forward and said softly: "These things are the supplementary standards for a brigade for ten days. The organization of the Western Military Region is different from that of the Eastern Military Region. Among each division, the first to third regiments are the main combat forces, and materials can be replenished first. The 4th to sixth regiments are reserve standards, and the supply amount is only 30% of the main force. The remaining part is completely paid and supplemented by the residents around the garrison."

Lin Xiang didn't say anything. He looked at the simple material replenishment form in his hand calmly. After a few minutes, he slowly raised his head and turned his attention to the logistics officer standing next to him.

The warehouse supervisor is a major in his fifties. The rest of the deputy staff are lieutenants of different levels. They are very thin and cannot see the burly and strongness that soldiers should have. The muscles on their cheeks have shown signs of atrophy, their cheekbones and foreheads are high and protruding, and their eye sockets and corners of their mouths are all in the depths of the shadows covered by wrinkles.

The uniforms on these people are already very worn, with most of the knees and elbows showing worn-out thorns. The collars and cuffs of the clothes have been melted, and there is a thin layer of gray on the surface.

For some reason, Lin Xiang suddenly remembered those fat and big-eared officials in the old era. If it were not for seeing them with their own eyes, it would be difficult to associate the thin and tenacious people in front of him with the word "official".

This is such a group of people who silently guard the warehouse.
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