Chapter 899 How difficult is it?

"Commander, this... this is mainly because it is still raining heavily outside. If we want to free up 40 carriages at this time, we can only unload the supplies in the rain..."

"You also know that many of these combat supplies cannot be exposed to water. If anything goes wrong with this batch of supplies, I, a small railway station chief, really can't bear the consequences!"

"How about you wait a little while, and I will arrange transportation for you as soon as the rain stops?"

Facing Xu Changguo's request, Zhang Wentian, the stationmaster of Jiangjin Railway Freight Station, suggested with a sad face. Considering his soaking wet clothes that stuck to his skin, he looked extremely embarrassed and pitiful.

"There is no room for negotiation. The troops will be boarding the vehicle in an hour. It's up to you!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wentian wanted to fight for it again, but was interrupted by Xu Changguo's next sentence:

"Xu Wen, start the timer. If you don't finish, you will be punished by military law!"

At this moment, Xu Changguo's cold words rang out in the empty waiting hall, more biting than the wind and rain outside the station.

"Yes! Chief!"

Drop~

As the accompanying staff officer finished speaking, the countdown on the tactical watch also sounded simultaneously.

Seeing this, Zhang Wentian, knowing that he was powerless to change the situation, could only bite the bullet and carry out his orders while complaining in his heart about the old man's tyranny.

"Report to the commander, and ensure the completion of the mission!" Zhang Wentian imitated the tone and speaking format of the staff officer.

"Yeah," Xu Changguo nodded slightly.

Soon after Zhang Wentian left, a rapid and shrill alarm sounded in the Jiangjin Railway Station.

Woo woo woo~~ Woo woo woo~~~

The alarm sounds for three seconds and then cuts off.

"Attention everyone! Attention everyone! This is the dispatch center of Jiangjin Railway Freight Station! We are now issuing the highest level emergency dispatch order! I repeat, the highest level emergency dispatch order!"

As the announcer's voice rang out throughout the station, the militia logistics soldiers who were sitting, standing, or chatting on the platform all stood up.

Those who were eating would chew their food quickly and swallow it down; those who were smoking would crush out their cigarettes with their hands, and even if they were burned, they would not let go and would quickly put the remaining half of the cigarette into their trouser pockets.

At this moment, all the staff in the station were facing the direction of the broadcast with nervous expressions, and everyone's expressions and movements seemed extremely nervous.

This is the end of the world!

Behind every emergency order is blood. Here, no leader will joke with you. Everyone must stay highly tense at all times!

Xu Changguo brought his people to the central control room in the station and saw the situation on the scene through the surveillance screen, which made him show a satisfied expression on his face.

War is about discipline and tests a country's overall organization, which includes logistics, transportation, production and other aspects.

These days he has been looking all the way from the night market. Almost every time he arrives at a station, as long as he has the chance, Xu Changguo will get off the bus in person to take a look, meet the person in charge of the station and have a chat.

From this we can see that logistics support occupies a very important position in Xu Changguo's overall military philosophy.

And along the way, the stations along the way almost never disappointed him, both the mental state and the tension level met his requirements and lived up to the name of 'Strict Selection of the Last Days'.

"I have received a direct order from our superiors: our station must complete the urgent task of vacating 60 standard boxcars within the 1-minute countdown, that is, before 55:40! This order is a military order, with the highest priority, and cannot be delayed!"

"Mission Core: Immediately start unloading of all military supplies at the existing station in the rain!"

"Unloading area: East District Freight Yard Lanes 1 to 10 (including flatbed car groups), West District Comprehensive Freight Yard Area A (including the yard under the canopy), and the waiting line Lanes 5-8 on the south side of the marshalling yard!"

"Target carriages: Immediately vacate the assembly area on the north side of the marshaling yard, 20240618 standard boxcars numbered 'Military Special-Preparation 40'!"

"Repeat, the target is the P20240618 boxcar of the 'Military Special-Preparation 64' series. It must be on standby with no load in 60 minutes!"

As the order was issued, thanks to the high-intensity practical operations day and night since the opening of the transportation route, the 500 logistics militiamen on the scene did not show any panic. The whole scene was tense and orderly, as if it had been rehearsed many times.

On the platform, when the company commanders came to the stationmaster Zhang Wentian to hold a meeting to assign tasks, the platoon leaders of each class quickly gathered the troops that had dispersed during the rest and checked the personnel.

When the company commander came back after receiving the mission and called the squad leaders to assign specific tasks, the ordinary soldiers in the squad quickly put on raincoats and rain boots, checked and adjusted each other's equipment, and prepared for the emergency transportation mission later.

The entire task allocation and transmission process took less than ten minutes. At the 8th minute, a team of militia soldiers wearing dark green raincoats rushed into the rain under the leadership of the squad leader.

This scene was like the first horn of the general attack. Then the 2nd team, the 3rd team, the 4th team, the 5th team... teams of militia logistics rushed towards the train carriages they were responsible for like a galloping horse.

In the 'clattering' rain, dozens of human chains were winding between the trucks!

At this moment, stationmaster Zhang Wentian was also standing in the rain, holding a black loudspeaker in his hand and roaring loudly, with rain pouring down his rolled-up hat brim into his collar.

"West District A area grab the tarpaulin first! East District flatbed truck team two people to carry it!"

The slightly distorted sound of horns echoed in the loading area. The rails emitted a sweet and fishy smell of rust in the heavy rain. The friction sound of the raincoats of a large number of militia logistics soldiers and the metal collision sound of loading and unloading hooks mixed together.

While running with the supplies in his arms, Private Wang Lei's eyes were blinded by the rain, his foot slipped and he rolled directly into the water. The high-strength plastic ammunition box in his arms fell directly onto the rails with a dull 'bang' sound.

Looking at his comrades running around with supplies, he no longer cared about his bleeding knees. After struggling to get up by grabbing the floor of the carriage, he picked up the ammunition box on the ground and sprinted again, completely crazy!!!

In the end times, I want you to die!!!

Crack~~~ Tatata!!

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly tore through the clouds, and five hundred almost soaked figures looked like clusters of burning sparks in the pale lightning. Their hunched backs as they delivered supplies looked like monuments frozen in the rain!

The rain may wash away the sweat from their cheeks, but it can never extinguish the fire burning in their hearts!

'Human civilization will win, Zhongzhou war zone will win!'

'The problems of one generation must not be passed on to the next generation!'

...

Xu Changguo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the control room. As the image in the telescope shook violently, through the rain, he felt as if he had returned to those glorious days!

"With everyone so united, what does it matter even if the road ahead is dark?"

...

"Commander, Battalion Commander Barto is here!"

Just when Xu Changguo was watching intently, a reminder from a staff officer beside him pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts.