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Chapter 1 The Long Journey


Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union The train for the enlisted recruits headed south and then east to Almaty, the capital of the Republic of Kazakhstan.

Seryosha and the others, dressed in brand-new military uniforms, together with these young men who were about to go to the battlefield, experienced the vastness of the Soviet territory.

Presumably to make a good impression on the new soldiers, the food on the train was good, milk and bacon were served every day, and the officer who led the team handed out a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of vodka to each soldier when they first got on the train.

However, alcohol can only be drunk at dinner.

Since he is not allowed to move around at will on the train, nor is he allowed to leave the carriage to which he belongs at will, he has to report even to the toilet, and he can only go to one person at a time, so even if Seryosha has the intention of escaping, he has no chance of escaping.

Probably because this train is a military train, it rarely stops along the way.

There were only a few stops in a few major cities along the way, and even then the train traveled for four days and three nights before reaching Almaty.

After getting off the train, the soldiers lined up in a neat line and walked into the cars that had been waiting in the square for a long time, and soon the cars carried the soldiers out of the city.

Seryosha looked out the window of the car, and the only impression that Almaty gave Seryosha was the ubiquitous portrait of Brezhnev with medals, and it is no wonder who made Brezhnev once served here as the first secretary of Kazakhstan.

The scenery along the way is getting more and more desolate, and the sun is gradually setting.

It took about two hours for the car to reach its final destination, an unknown air base on the outskirts of Almaty.

After four days and three nights of train ride, and two hours of car ride, everyone got off the train but was forced to stand in the cold wind waiting for the leader's speech, although it is already summer, but the airport is built in the open suburbs, where the temperature difference between day and night is relatively large.

Everyone was shivering from the cold, but the guy on the stage was wearing a thick coat and reading the manuscript slowly, and there was the sound of planes taking off and landing from time to time, and the loud noise completely swallowed up the sound on the stage, and I couldn't hear what the idiot was saying.

The guy read on it for more than half an hour, and only after he had had enough of his addiction was the group was taken to the restaurant for dinner.

Dinner is in the form of a buffet, with grilled meats, snacks and fine wines, etc., and it is completely open to eat as much as you want.

Seryosha and they ate a little bit of everything, and the taste was indeed incomparable to that of Daddy Petrov's.

Vodka is also cheap, but Seryosha still secretly filled his kettle with vodka, and Yuri saw Seryosha doing this, and secretly drew gourds in the same way.

After dinner, the group marched back to the camp, where the accommodation was good, a dormitory for five people, a bathhouse and a place to sleep.

After several days in the turbulent carriage, and constantly worried about the police and the K.G.B., Seryosha was so tired that after a hot bath, he fell asleep on the bed with his head over his head until the next morning, when the rallying call sounded.

Seryosha was also a person from the past, so he naturally knew what the assembly number meant, so he quickly woke up Yuri and them, and then unhurriedly packed up his bed.

The internal affairs of the Soviet Red Army were not as perverted as at home, and they had to stack tofu blocks all day long.

The Red Army did not issue quilts, only blankets, so it was only necessary to lay out the blankets.

Seryosha felt that the Soviet Union was still very pragmatic in this point, when Seryosha was a soldier in his last life, the quilt was just an ornament, and in order to make the quilt look good, he poured water on it every day and pressed it with a wooden plank, which was a waste of time.

Seryosha opened the closet, took out a new military uniform from it, dressed it neatly, and finally opened the boat-shaped hat and put it on his head, the cockade on which was a red pentagonal shape, and in the center was a golden sickle and axe.

Seryosha's heart gave birth to a sense of responsibility for no reason, and he remembered his previous life in the military camp.

I thought I could only be a hooligan in this life, but I didn't expect to put on a military uniform again.

Surprisingly, there was no morning exercise in the morning, just told everyone to pack their belongings and go to breakfast, because they had to leave here after breakfast.

In the constant urging of the commander who led the team, the newly recruited soldiers devoured breakfast, and Seryosha had something on their minds, so they simply ate a few bites.

A few of them had just finished eating, and the rallying cry outside the door sounded again.

All the soldiers were ordered to immediately return to their quarters, get their luggage, and prepare for assembly.

Everyone rushed out of the cafeteria to the dormitory where they slept last night, and after taking their luggage, they rushed back downstairs to stand up.

After everyone was assembled, the officer in charge of leading the team immediately counted the number of people, and then ran to the airport in a neat procession, and Seryosha saw from a distance that several Il-76 transport planes painted by the Air Force were already waiting for them in the distance.

Seryosha and the others were taken on the plane, and there were only two rows of seats in the cabin, and in the middle was a tank, and some ammunition supplies.

After about ten minutes of waiting, the rear door of the plane gradually closed.

Seryosha looked at the interior of the plane, and the entire cabin was white, and several headlights were shining brightly.

The seats are arranged on either side of the plane, folding seats, arranged in a face-to-face fashion, and above each seat hangs a large package, which Seryosha presumably parachutes.

In the middle of the two rows of seats is a camouflage-painted T72 main battle tank, the huge body is firmly fastened to the plane by ropes, and there are some large packages on the tank, which others may not see of any use.

Seryosha understood that those large packages were also parachutes, which were used to parachute vehicles.

While Seryosha was still looking left and right, the plane began to move slowly.

It is not the first time that Seryosha has flown an airplane, and it is definitely the first time to make a military transport plane.

The captain reminded everyone to fasten their seatbelts and not to be nervous, and then the music played.

Although he couldn't see the scene outside, Seryosha could feel the plane begin to accelerate, and he could hear the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and the roar of the plane's engines.

Slowly the plane began to leave the ground, and Seryosha felt a feeling of weightlessness.

He could feel the plane start to climb, then fall, climb again, fall again.

Suddenly, the plane began to pull up rapidly, and then taxied sideways, Seryosha felt as if he was being hung in his seat, and the captain's gloating voice suddenly came over the radio: "Airborne troops, taste the taste of tumbling in your stomach" Seryosha finally couldn't help but spit it out.

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