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"Xiaomai, stay outside the dispatching room at Taiyuan marshalling yard and don't go anywhere. Wait for my message."

Su Xingmian hung up the phone immediately.

She did not call Zhou Bingheng.

She knew perfectly well what a chaotic scene Tang City was in right now.

With a million people evacuated and 36 heavy industry enterprises shut down, the old fox is now being roasted on a volcano.

He can't afford to be distracted by these logistical problems.

Since the railway bureau follows the rules, she will use those rules to break through this barrier.

Su Xingmian picked up the red encrypted phone and dialed the Ministry of Foreign Trade in Beijing.

The phone rang for a long time before Ji Xiangdong's tired voice, thick with a nasal tone, came from the other end.

"Who is it?"

"Director Ji, I am Su Xingmian from Helan Mountain Foreign Trade Company."

Upon hearing the name, Ji Xiangdong immediately became much more alert.

"Deputy Director Su? Something happened in the middle of the night?"

"Director Ji, which route does Helan Mountain Foreign Trade Company usually use for its refrigerated railcar dispatch?"

"The Baotou-Lanzhou Railway will switch to the Longhai Railway, and finally the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway, with marshalling operations in Taiyuan. What's going on?"

Ji Xiangdong was completely bewildered.

"Okay." Su Xingmian's voice was very calm. "I need you to call the stationmaster of Taiyuan marshalling yard right now and tell him that the Ministry of Foreign Trade has a batch of special export materials that need to be urgently sent south."

Ji Xiangdong was stunned.

"Deputy Director Su, this isn't in accordance with regulations. I'm from the Ministry of Foreign Trade..."

International orders wait for no one.

Su Xingmian interrupted him.

"You just need to tell them that the delay of this special train caused the foreign businessmen to breach the contract, and the exorbitant daily penalty for breach of contract will be borne entirely by the Hebei Provincial Railway Bureau."

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

"Director Ji, you know better than I how three million US dollars in foreign exchange ended up on your desk last year."

She revealed her trump card: "The new contracts for this year are still sitting in your drawer. If these export-earning goods become scrap metal at Taiyuan Station, I'll have to let the railway bureau handle the foreign company's breach of contract lawsuit."

In this era, foreign trade and foreign exchange earnings are an absolute national priority.

No local official dared to take the blame for undermining the country's foreign exchange earnings target.

There was a full three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I'll call right away."

Ji Xiangdong gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.

"Uncle Qin, did we disturb your rest?"

"You little brat, you never come here without a reason. Tell me, what do you need your Uncle Qin to do?"

Qin Zhenguo laughed on the other end of the line.

"The Taiyuan marshalling yard has blocked my special train carrying supplies. Among these items is a medical equipment allocation order from the Third Front system to frontline hospitals, numbered Third Front Work No. 173."

"Is that so? That doesn't make sense..."

Qin Zhenguo quickly realized what he meant and couldn't help but laugh and curse out loud.

"You silly girl, that transfer order was handed to me by someone three days ago for me to sign. So you're just like your second son, you dug the trap long ago, just waiting to fall into it when you encountered an obstacle!"

Su Xingmian smiled too.

Yes, that's right. You signed it three days ago.

"OK."

Qin Zhenguo stopped laughing and his tone became firm.

"I'll have the Third Front Office send a top-priority telegram to the Taiyuan marshalling yard and the Railway Bureau right away. I want to see who dares to withhold the Third Front's life-saving supplies."

After making the two phone calls, Su Xingmian leaned back in her chair and glanced at the wall clock.

Four o'clock in the morning.

In the staff quarters of Taiyuan Marshalling Station, stationmaster Wang Fugui was sleeping soundly, wrapped in a blanket, snoring away.

The black landline phone by the bedside suddenly started ringing like a death knell.

He closed his eyes and touched the receiver.

"Hey! This is ridiculous, calling me in the middle of the night!"

"Station Chief Wang, this is Ji Xiangdong, Director of the Ministry of Foreign Trade. Did your Taiyuan Station detain the No. 3 special train of the Northwest Foreign Trade Bureau? It was carrying export goods for foreign exchange, and the delivery was delayed, resulting in a penalty of over one million US dollars. The Ministry of Foreign Trade will directly transfer the funds to your railway bureau."

Wang Fugui's mind went blank for a moment, and before he could say anything, the phone slammed down.

He had just sat up when the phone rang again.

"I am from the General Office of the Third Front Construction Committee. Taiyuan Station immediately released the Third Front Construction Project No. 173 urgent train, delaying frontline construction. Can you bear this political responsibility?"

Wang Fugui was instantly covered in a thick layer of white sweat.

He rushed out without even putting his shoes on properly, just pulling up his pants.

When he stumbled into the dispatch hall, the entire hall was in an uproar.

An inquiry telegram from the Logistics Department of the North China Military Region was lying on the dispatcher's desk.

"Stationmaster, you've finally arrived!"

The dispatcher was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Should we allow the military vehicles on track number three to pass or not? The provincial railway bureau said..."

"The provincial railway bureau is nothing!"

Wang Fugui slammed his hand on the dispatching console, his voice cracking.

"The Ministry of Foreign Trade, the Third Front Committee, and the North China Military Region. With these three mountains pressing down on me, do you want me to go to jail or pay those millions of US dollars in compensation?"

He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"The military supply train on track number three, immediately engage the locomotive and give way to the Beijing-Guangzhou southbound main line. All passenger and freight trains must give way to it. It has priority passage! Open the gates now!"

Lower-level bureaucrats are more shrewd than anyone else when it comes to their own calculations.

A local official is more powerful than a distant one, but when you encounter a powerful official who has connections to the highest levels, even if they're willing to risk their life for it, all other local orders have to take a backseat.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Accompanied by a deafening whistle, the special train, fully loaded with life-saving supplies, slowly pulled out of Taiyuan Station, like a steel behemoth, speeding along the way.

The various small stations and track junctions along the way.

An old switchman with a wrinkled face forcefully pulled down the heavy iron bar.

The young apprentice beside him wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

"Sir, this bus isn't on the dispatch schedule. How can we get that other bus to stop and let it pass?"

The old switchman glared at him and pointed at the train cars that sped past like lightning.

It was painted with large, eye-catching red characters: Military Urgent Item.

"Stop talking nonsense. Soldiers' gear is all about urgent matters; there's no time to waste."

The old switchman stood up straight and watched the train disappear into the distance.

Seven o'clock in the morning, the family compound of the North China Military Region.

Su Xingmian finally breathed a sigh of relief when she received a call from Liu Xiaomai at the train station to let her know she was safe.

She pushed open the bedroom door, and there were two little dumplings on the bed, rubbing their eyes and rolling around in the blankets.

"Mother."

Huai Mu got up first.

Su Xingmian walked over and kissed the two children on the left and right sides, her voice very soft.

"My aunt is pregnant."

She looked at the two children.

"Your uncle will drive over soon to pick you up and take you back to the compound for a few days. Your parents have very important work to do right now and can't leave."

"Could you two little soldiers represent your parents and go to Beijing to visit and protect your aunt?"

Huai Mu's eyes, which looked exactly like Zhou Bingheng's, lit up instantly.

Is he going to have a younger brother or sister?

Huai Zheng, who was in the quilt next to him, jumped up and stood barefoot on the bed, her little chest puffed out.

"Mommy! I'm a little warrior! I'm strong, I can protect Auntie and the baby! Anyone who dares to bully Auntie, I'll beat them up!"

Su Xingmian smiled and playfully pinched her daughter's nose.

"Okay, Zhengzheng is the best."

She kissed the two children's cheeks, one on each side.

"They are all Mommy's good babies."

After breakfast, Zhou Bingwen drove his Jeep downstairs on time.

Large and small bags of changes of clothes and snacks were stuffed into the trunk.

Just before getting into the car, Su Xingmian grabbed Huai Mu's hand and whispered her instructions.

"Keep a close eye on your sister. Don't let her cause trouble in crowded places or take things without permission."

Huai Mu nodded very seriously with a serious expression, giving his mother a look that said, "Don't worry about me."

The two children were pressed against the rear window of the car, waving their little hands vigorously.

Goodbye, Mom!

Su Xingmian stood there, watching the jeep drive away, the gentleness on her face gradually fading, replaced by extreme calmness.

The rear area is now completely settled.

Next, it's up to Tang City.

……

July 6th, Tang City.

After the piercing air raid siren sounded three times, loudspeakers throughout the streets and alleys began repeatedly broadcasting the joint announcement.

"Attention all citizens. In accordance with the joint combat readiness requirements of the North China Military Region, our city will conduct an air defense combat readiness evacuation exercise codenamed 'Prepare for a Rainy Day' starting today."

"Workers and their families from all factories and mines in the city, please bring your daily necessities and proceed to the designated resettlement points outside the city according to the street/neighborhood committees for a training-style relocation. This is not a request, but an air defense order."

Inside the temporary tent at the command post, Zhou Bingheng stood with his hands behind his back in front of a huge city model.

The curtain was lifted, and Lei Lifeng, the commander of the 219th Division, rushed in, still wearing his safety helmet and covered in sweat.

"Political Commissar Zhou! This is a huge mess!"

Zhou Bingheng didn't turn around, but uttered only one word.

"explain."

"The announcement has been issued, but the people don't buy it at all."

He was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Most people treated it as a regular training exercise, and no one moved."

"In the dormitory area of ​​the textile factory in the north of the city, thousands of female workers and their families blocked the gate and refused to get on the truck."

Zhou Bingheng turned around.

"reason?"

"There are too many reasons!"

Lei Lifeng's voice was hoarse.

"Some said their children needed to do homework, some said their elderly relatives were paralyzed and couldn't move, and many more said they couldn't bear to leave their pots and pans in the house, fearing the house would be robbed."

He was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot with anxiety.

"The female workshop directors who were in charge even pointed their fingers at us and cursed us, saying that the army was just engaging in formalism and making trouble for ordinary people, and that we were just bored and had nothing better to do than go outside the city to feed mosquitoes in the sweltering heat."

"Political Commissar Zhou, we need your instructions. If they refuse to cooperate, should we use force to forcibly clear the area?"

Zhou Bingheng's face darkened.

He can manipulate political games with ease, and he can deliver a fatal blow to the factory director.

But what about the millions of ordinary people who are stuck in the same place because of the trivialities of life and inertia?

You cannot fire a gun, you cannot suppress, and you certainly cannot forcibly demolish houses.

Faced with this immense inertia of human nature, any announcement seems pale in comparison.

Zhou Bingheng picked up the weapon belt on the table, fastened it back to his waist, and strode outside.

"Prepare the car. We're heading to the textile factory in the north of the city."