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In 1924, early summer.

Siberia where the wind whistles.

Although it has been June, the weather is still gloomy and cold. The cold wind retreats from the warm hinterland of China and gathers in groups on the dry and hard land of Siberia. From time to time, it only rains, drizzles, rain or snow, and it makes people feel cold to the heart and lungs when poured on.

The distant mountains are bleak in the cold wind, and the rivers are frozen in the ice and snow.

The newly built railway across Siberia is like a long black dragon, winding and majestic to the distance. The slightly yellowed mud flows from the mountain to the water diversion canal dug by the mine protection team, and then flows into the ditches. The water carries grass roots, and trees-floating astronomy-closing their eyes and resting in leisure.

As if I was a fool, I was just having fun casually. Ma Zhankui couldn't help it anymore. He took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and was about to speak. When Song Bingce straightened his body, his eyes suddenly opened, and a shimmering light of arrogance in it, he stood up and said to Ma Zhankui: "Ma Zhankui, I want to ask you, why are you looking for me for these things? Don't you know that such a military matter must be submitted to the emperor first. How to deal with it is the Emperor's Majesty's business. How dare you say such words? Originally, you came to me and I wanted to treat you well, but now it's so inconvenient to see you off!" After saying these words, Song Bingce's face was already covered with frost, and he waved his hand to see you off.
Chapter completed!