"Teacher...!"

"Master!"

"Hello, sir!"

In Siberia, the cold wind and heavy snow decorate the world into silver. In the Siberian plains, the Siberian Plateau area, which was the area where the Siberian Battle occurred before, several troops were stationed here.

Although the geotechnical construction time for the defensive positions has passed, with the arrival of winter, the land in Siberia is frozen harder than iron, so it is basically possible to dig trenches and build facilities. However, the troops stationed here have done most of the work before the arrival of winter, and with the already-existing defensive positions, they still completed the task first.

The arrival of severe cold has caused great inconvenience to the daily guards and patrols of the stationed troops, but the troops still strictly implement the regulations. However, according to the changes in the environment, the time for changing the guards has been reduced by half. After all, in the weather of minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius, even the soldiers with good quality will stay in the open air for a long time.

Early this morning, a middle-aged man wearing a gray cotton coat in front of the defensive position, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked like a squad leader, walked over from behind with his hands behind his back. The soldiers who saw this person along the way hurriedly straightened their chests and reported to him loudly. The middle-aged man stopped in front of the soldiers like an elder, reached out to pat the soldiers' shoulders, the snowflakes on their bodies, smiled and asked them about their well-being, and pulled their parents approachably.

This person is none other than Feng Yuxiang, the commander of the 39th Division of the National Defense Forces who came here from northern Shanxi some time ago. His 39th Division, together with the original 78th Regiment, and the current 45th Division, will help the orthodox government of the Russian Empire to defend the rear positions in Siberia.

Feng Yuxiang's ability to lead troops is indeed one of the best among Chinese generals. His 39th Division arranged defense work after arriving in Siberia. With the arrival of winter, Feng Yuxiang, as the commander of the first division, came to the front of the position a few times a day to visit the soldiers, reminded them to keep warm, be careful of frostbite, etc.

These styles of loving soldiers as much as a son made the 39th Division not very grateful to Feng Yuxiang. Under his supervision, although the soldiers of the 39th Division were not as elite as the 45th Division, they were not inferior in terms of morale and daily patrol work.

After walking for nearly an hour, until Feng Yuxiang almost completed today's inspection work, a lieutenant colonel officer rushed over.

"Master!"

"Oh. It's Han Zhang..." Feng Yuxiang turned around and saw Shi Yousan running with sweat all over, and couldn't help but frown: "What's going on? A soldier and a battalion commander! Look at what you look like!"

Shi Yousan was so scared that he stood at attention, first straightened his slightly crooked hat, and then fastened the moral character of his collar. Then he saluted Feng Yuxiang and said, "Reporter! Shi Yousan, the battalion commander of the guard battalion, reported to you!"

The expression calmed down slightly, Feng Yuxiang glared at Shi Yousan, and continued to turn around without saying anything. Then he smiled and said a few words to the soldiers just now to pay attention to their health. It was not until a few minutes later that Feng Yuxiang ended his conversation with the soldiers and waved his hand to let them continue patrolling.

Turning back, seeing Shi Yousan still standing respectfully. Feng Yuxiang then slowly asked, "What's the matter?"

"Return to the master's seat, Zhang Huchen, deputy commander of the 45th Division, is waiting for you in the division headquarters..."

Feng Yuxiang was stunned and immediately became angry and cursed: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I...I..." Shi Yousan opened his mouth and couldn't even say a word, and his head was hung with a bitter face.

"Why are you still standing? Let's go! When you see Deputy Commander Zhang go, don't let him wait in a hurry!"

"Yes, yes..." Shiyou had no place to spread a pack of fire in his stomach. If he had known this, he wouldn't have come in person. He thought he was flattering, but who thought he would be the one who slapped the horse's feet and said that he would be as depressed as he would be.

He rushed back to the division headquarters in a blink of an eye. Feng Yuxiang, who had not arrived at the half-covered division headquarters, heard a loud voice from a distant place: "Is it Brother Huchen here? Brother Huchen! Hahaha, I'm so embarrassed. I'm a little nervous when I'm at the guest. If I had known that you would come today, I would have to pick you up in person! It would be so rude."

As the sound came with the wind and snow, Zhang Huchen, who was sitting by the fire, heard Feng Yuxiang's shouting and stood up quickly, but before he could greet him, Feng Yuxiang's tall figure appeared at the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I've been neglected, I've neglected Brother Huchen." As soon as I entered the door, Feng Yuxiang hurriedly stepped forward, holding Zhang Huchen's right hand tightly, and his face was as bright as a chrysanthemum.

"Haha, Brother Huanzhang is dedicated to the army and visits the cutting-edge inspection work every day. He is really a model and a learning target for our soldiers! No wonder the central government sent Brother Huanzhang here specifically. Only soldiers like Brother Huanzhang can take on such a heavy responsibility."

"I dare not, how dare I, compared with Brother Huchen, what is my old Feng? I, Fengqiu, is one of the eight magnificent masters, who is not as good as Commander Bai's military academy. He has also gone abroad to drink foreign ink and seen the world. When it comes to leading soldiers, my old Feng only knows how to love soldiers as a son, and the officers and soldiers are one, and it is not worth mentioning than others, not worth mentioning at all!" Feng Yuxiang said modestly and extremely mocking himself. Zhang Huchen immediately laughed when he heard this.

"Hahaha, I'm not as good as Brother Huanzhang. If it weren't for the Prime Minister's cultivation, I'm afraid I, Zhang Huchen, would still be playing the game on the overpass. Brother Huanzhang's words really made me ashamed."

Feng Yuxiang was slightly stunned, then laughed out loud, patted Zhang Huchen's shoulder affectionately and said, "Yes, yes, I almost forgot if I didn't mention it. You and I came from similar backgrounds, no wonder everyone hit it off at first sight. However, compared with Huchen, I, Old Feng, is extremely envious. The Prime Minister is very talented and wise. Brother Huchen has been lucky enough to stay by the Prime Minister for so many years. If you really want to know how to do it, you will definitely be much better than Old Feng."

"I dare not, I'm just talking about military affairs on paper. I'm the first time I led the army. Brother Huanzhang is a senior, and there are many places to learn."

"Learn together, make progress together...haha!"

The two sides praised each other, and the atmosphere seemed extremely harmonious. In fact, anyone familiar with Feng Yuxiang knew that if it weren't for Zhang Huchen today, even Bai Chongxi wouldn't have been so enthusiastic. The key is that Zhang Huchen is not an ordinary person. Who in the army wouldn't know that he is Fang Zida's confidant. Since Fang Zida followed Song Jiaoren to Beijing, Zhang Huchen has followed Fang Zida and has served as Fang Zida's personal guard for many years, the guard captain and the attendant. Although his real power is not great, his weight in the eyes of outsiders is even greater than Zhou Yuanliang, the former intelligence director.

Holding Zhang Huchen's hand, the orderly soldiers cooked a pot of milk tea and served it. Feng Yuxiang, who seemed a little embarrassed, also explained a few words specifically. Since their 39th Division did not have any good tea, and the weather in Siberia was cold, all they drank from top to bottom.

"Milk tea is good, nutritious and resistant to hunger. This kind of weather makes it much better than drinking ordinary tea." Zhang Huchen said with a smile, picked up the milk tea and drank it in big gulps, put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Feng Yuxiang.

"Brother Huchen, come today, I'm...?" He said politely, and he said old things. He even drank milk tea and smoked. Feng Yuxiang asked about the serious matter.

"Something happened in the west. I just received the message. This is a telegram." Zhang Huchen took the bag on the side, opened it, took out a telegram and handed it to Feng Yuxiang. Because the telegram group was set up at the 45th Division, the 45th Division usually knows about the matter first, and then passes it through the correspondent or telephone to the 39th Division. However, this is the first time that the deputy division commander sent it in person today. Feng Yuxiang guessed that something must have happened before reading the content of the telegram, and couldn't help but curl up and read it carefully.

The telegram is very long, mainly about the accounts of the events that occurred in Serov. The text describes the situation and causes and consequences at that time in a neutral manner, and then a summary of the contents of Stalin's open letter to the Russian people was attached.

After carefully reading it twice, Feng Yuxiang gradually frowned, holding the telegram in one hand and gently patting his thigh with the other, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's hard!"

"Yes, it's hard!" Zhang Huchen and Feng Yuxiang seemed to be fighting a hoarse fan and said something others couldn't understand. They sighed. Zhang Huchen pointed at the telegram: "Now there are still several months before the beginning of next spring, and there may not be peace in these months. It seems that we must not only be prepared for defense, but also make some other preparations. Brother Huanzhang, what do you think?"

"Is this what Commander Bai means?" Feng Yuxiang answered the question irrelevantly.

Nodded slightly, Zhang Huchen said, "Prepare for the future, prepare early, and do it properly."

"No problem! Please tell Commander Bai that the 39th Division and the 45th Division will advance and retreat together."

"Okay! Then thank you Brother Huanzhang." Zhang Huchen didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Feng Yuxiang agreed so well, and stood up with a smile and said goodbye.

Feng Yuxiang kept a few words, but when he saw Zhang Huchen insisting on returning to the 45th Division on the grounds of military affairs, he had to give up and personally sent him away from the station. After returning to the division headquarters, Feng Yuxiang picked up the telegram just now and read it again, nodded and shook his head, looking at Shi Yousan standing beside him confused.

"Isn't the teacher just killing some ordinary people? Is it worthy of such importance?"
Chapter completed!