Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

The next day.

Fan Yuan San Shou Branch Base.

Under Ju Tianrui's orders, new regulations for the large camphor tree began to be posted throughout the streets and alleys of the Fanyuan branch base.

The notices were written in both Tibetan and Chinese, in large red characters, and were posted on the bulletin boards of every street.

The entire city began the campaign simultaneously.

The speakers, armed with megaphones, stood in various squares and street corners, explaining the details of the points system again and again.

A young speaker stood on the stone steps of the central square, cleared his throat, and called out to the crowd that had gathered around:

"Listen up, everyone! Starting today, the Fanyuan branch base will officially implement a points-based labor system."

From now on, you'll earn points by working, and those points can be exchanged for food, clothes, and medicine. The more work you do, the more points you earn.

A crowd gradually gathered, some whispering among themselves, others looking up at the notice on the wall.

A middle-aged man wearing an old Tibetan robe raised his hand and asked, "Does the land I used to farm still count?"

The speaker replied, "Yes. Registered land is converted into points based on its area and yield, and grain is distributed monthly based on those points."

Someone else asked, "Does my child need points to get into school? I saw in the brochure that there are schools in Dazhangshu?"

The speaker replied, "Attending school is free, no points are required. However, the school construction will take some time, so we'll take it slowly."

A low murmur arose from the crowd.

Then someone asked, "Are you seeing a doctor?"

The speaker replied, "You can use points to see a doctor. In short, with points, you can buy almost anything. We will issue you point number cards later, which can be used at all the branch bases in Dazhangshu."

The elderly people huddled together and chatted for a while, their expressions gradually relaxing.

This time, the big camphor tree has arrived, and the leadership has changed. Although we don't know what will happen in the long run, at least for now, no one will starve to death.

A young woman holding a child squeezed to the front and asked somewhat nervously:

"I have no skills, and I don't know how to farm. What can I do?"

The speaker looked at her and said, "Cleaning, canteen helper, and they're still recruiting people to cut grass on the mountain, right? You can do those jobs. As long as you're willing to work, you'll get points."

The young woman nodded and retreated back into the crowd, holding her child.

An old man next to her patted her on the shoulder and whispered:
"Don't worry, it seems like joining the Big Camphor Tree won't cause anyone to starve."

She hummed in agreement and didn't say anything more.

The speaker continued.

He explained the details of the points system one by one:
How to earn points, how to spend points, and how to check the balance after receiving a points card.

Although a small number of people in the crowd still hesitated, the general reaction was one of acceptance.

"The people in the big camphor tree seem different than before," a middle-aged man whispered to his companion.

"What's different?"

“In the past, we got paid based entirely on what our superiors said. They would give us whatever amount they wanted. Now, we have a points system. It’s clear how much work we did and how many points we got.”

The companion nodded: "That is indeed different, but we don't know if it will change later."

"I don't think so, there's a notice posted."

The two exchanged a glance and said nothing more.

In another corner of the square, several young people were chatting, their conversation revolving around the equipment belonging to the big camphor tree.

"Wow! The technology in Dazhangshu is really advanced! There are helicopters, armored vehicles, and even mechs. It's so cool! I saw it with my own eyes the other day. More than a dozen helicopters flew overhead. It was such a cool scene."

"So, will we be able to ride in helicopters in the future?"

"You're overthinking it. That's for fighting wars."

"Well, it's good that the big camphor tree is here; at least things won't be so chaotic anymore."

"Yes, now that the Anding Alliance and the Sanjiangshi Alliance have joined Dazhangshu, and several bandit dens on the mountain have been cleared out, things should be much more peaceful now."

The conversations between the young and the old, though covering different topics, ultimately boiled down to the same thing: having enough to eat and a peaceful life.

The speaker was busy all morning.

Although many people still don't quite understand how the points system works, at least they know that the big camphor tree won't let them starve, and they feel that the big camphor tree's powerful strength is enough to protect them.

Ju Tianrui stood at a distance, watched the scene in the square for a while, listened to the conversation between the speaker and the people, and then turned and left.

Most things have been sorted out at the Fanyuan branch base. In a couple of days, he can go to the Anding branch base to see how Zhang Taishan is handling things there.

Once this is sorted out, we can move on to the next step.

Of the bases captured so far

Regarding internal affairs, he temporarily put Lu Qian in charge of the Sanjiang branch base, Zhang Taishan in charge of the Anding branch base, and Liu Ding in charge of the Fanyuan branch base.

In military matters, Yang Zhongshi led the team to be in charge of the Sanjiang sub-base, Wang Xing was in charge of the Anding sub-base, and Luo Shichang was in charge of the Fanyuan sub-base.

He, on the other hand, was in charge of both internal affairs and military matters.

Meanwhile, in the main city of the An Ding Alliance.

Xiao Hu started working early in the morning.

He received a message from headquarters that a batch of helicopters would arrive in half an hour.

"Quickly clear the space," Xiao Hu shouted to Wang Chunqi beside him. "Move all the vehicles to make room for the machine."

Wang Chunqi responded and turned to make the arrangements.

Xiao Hu stood at the edge of the open space, gazing at the eastern sky.

He waited for about half an hour.

Several small black dots appeared in the eastern sky, growing larger and larger.

Soon, ten helicopters came into view, the roar of their propellers growing louder and louder.

The first helicopter landed, and after the cabin door opened, Gu Long jumped out first, followed by Wu Siqi and Qian Cheng.

Wu Siqi and his companion carried four large bags, which jingled as they put them down.

cough cough.

Xiao Hu looked at the several large bags stained with red blood, coughed, and quickly went to greet them: "Deputy Director Wu, you've arrived."

Wu Siqi nodded: "Hello, Captain Xiao, where are the prisoners?"

Xiao Hu replied, "They're still at the Nathu La Pass; we haven't had time to send them back yet. I'll have Zuo Ruxue take you there later; she also needs to deliver artillery shells to the front lines."

"By the way, where's Director Zhao? Why didn't he come?"

Wu Siqi laughed and said, "Brother Pao's wife just gave birth, so Brother Pao stayed at headquarters to take care of her."

"Oh, congratulations, Director Zhao!" Xiao Hu said with a surprised expression, thinking to himself:

Didn't I hear people say that Da Pao is a perverted bastard who has taken a lot of Chinese medicine but it didn't work, and that he's rumored to be infertile?

Could it be that Dapao got cheated on?
Hiss, Xiao Hu's expression changed.

His expression became interesting.

Tsk tsk, Xiao Hu looked at Wu Siqi's expression. Could it be this guy? The more he looked at Wu Siqi's smile, the more certain he became of his idea.

When we get back to headquarters, we need to check things out with Lao Yu to see if that's true.

Back at headquarters, Cannon sneezed and cursed: "Who the hell is cursing me?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and hugged Zhao Yiming, who bore a striking resemblance to him.

He pouted and made a zuozuozuo sound.

"Oh my, my Yiming! He's just as handsome as me! No wonder he's my son!"

But what he didn't know was that another new rumor about him was about to be spread.

Afterwards, Wu Siqi didn't engage in any awkward small talk with Xiao Hu, and followed Xiao Hu towards the convoy.

On the other side, Zuo Ruxue had already started loading the trucks with the transport team.

The helicopter cabin was filled with ammunition boxes, each labeled "high-explosive armor-piercing rounds" and "rocket rounds".

The workers lined up and carried the boxes onto the truck one by one.

"Move faster! Be steady!" Zuo Ruxue shouted, "The front lines are waiting to be used!"

The workers sped up their pace.

Half an hour later, all the ammunition was loaded onto the vehicle.

Zuo Ruxue walked up to Wu Siqi: "Deputy Director Wu, let's go."

Wu Siqi nodded and led Qian Cheng onto a heavy truck.

The convoy started and headed towards the Nathu La Pass.

At the same time, a group of people were boarding a plane at the helipad in the main city of the An Ding Alliance.

Standing on the edge of the tarmac, Nut watched as Gesang Dorje, the former leader of the Anding League, and his family walked over with their luggage.

Gesang Dorje was carrying an old leather suitcase, and his son Domi was carrying a backpack. Behind Gesang Dorje were a little girl, a middle-aged woman, and an old man who looked to be over seventy years old.

Former deputy leader Puntsok was carrying a large package.

There were a few dozen people scattered around, all of whom were high-ranking members of the Stability Alliance and their families.

The big camphor tree treated these people differently.

The leader level, a third-level personnel.

Other high-ranking officials are at level four. Once they arrive in the oil city, they will be given easy, retirement-friendly jobs. Although far less secure than level three, having a job, coupled with the well-established system in Dazhangshu, ensures they won't have any financial problems.

Before boarding, Gesang Dorje looked back at the direction of the main city of Anding Alliance.

He had lived here for decades, and now that he was leaving, he felt a mix of emotions.

"You can't bear to part with it?" Nuts asked, seeing his expression.

Gesang Dorje's eyes were filled with complex emotions. The Stability Alliance was something he had personally created.

But now, I have to leave.

"I'm reluctant to let it go, but this is already the best outcome."

Upon hearing this, Nuts nodded slightly and said, "Once we get to the oil city, you'll find that it's actually not bad at all."

"Haha, I hope so." Gesang Dorje smiled, turned around and walked into the helicopter.

Domi followed him and sat down by the porthole.

Pingcuo followed him in, put his package away, and sat in the last row.

Soon, the helicopters took off.

The helicopter did not go directly to the oil city, but instead flew towards the Fanyuan branch base.

Nuts stood at the edge of the helipad, watching the helicopter disappear into the horizon, then turned his gaze and walked toward his office.

buzzing-

The ten helicopters that had unloaded their shells in the Stability Alliance and carried the former Stability Alliance high-ranking officials have now arrived over the Fan Yuan branch base.

Shen Yan was already waiting with his luggage at the tarmac of the Fan Yuan branch base.

He didn't have much luggage, just two suitcases. One contained clothes, and the other contained a few books and some old photos.

"Alliance Leader Shen, are you ready?" the guard at the door asked.

"Alright." Shen Yan picked up the box and walked out of the courtyard.

He led Xiao Qingshi and several other high-ranking officials from the Fanyuan branch base to the edge of the helipad.

As soon as he arrived at the tarmac, he saw Ju Tianrui.

In the past few days, he has talked a lot with Ju Tianrui and has a very good impression of this shrewd and capable Ju Tianrui.

"Chief of Staff Shen." Ju Tianrui walked towards Shen Yan.

Before the apocalypse, Shen Yan was at least his superior, though not his direct subordinate.

But he had great respect for Staff Officer Shen, who led the troops to build the Three-Guard Alliance in Sara.

It can be said that under Shen Yan's governance, the Fanyuan Sanshou Alliance developed much better than the Anding Alliance and the Sanjiangshi Alliance, and treated the people well, being relatively fair.

"Manager Ju, you're here." Shen Yan nodded to Ju Tianrui.

Ju Tianrui said, "Actually, Chief of Staff Shen, I envy you quite a bit. You've retired successfully now. With the status of a Level 3 personnel, you can live very comfortably in the oil city."

"Moreover, the oil city is developing very well, and the quality of life is very high."

Shen Yan smiled wryly and said, "Why would you envy me? I envy you more. You're so young, yet you're able to manage the three bases of Sanjiang, Anding, and Fanyuan."

Ju Tianrui's expression became somewhat complicated, and an idea suddenly came to mind.

"Chief of Staff Shen, I will recommend you to the commander later. If there are new territories, I will put you in charge."

Shen Yan took it as a joke and waved his hand, "I'm leaving."

He turned his head, took a deep look at the entire Brahma Plains Three Guardians Alliance, and boarded the helicopter with complicated emotions.

After Shen Yan went up, Xiao Qingshi, carrying a backpack, walked over. He was wearing an old hat and stood in front of the helicopter as well. He turned around and gazed affectionately at the Fan Yuan San Shou Meng not far away. He looked up at the sky and then lowered his head to enter the cabin.

Inside the helicopter.

As soon as Shen Yan got on the helicopter, he saw Gesang Dorje sitting on the left side.

The two looked at each other and were both stunned for a moment.

"Old Shen," Gesang Dorje greeted him first.

“Alliance Leader Gesang,” Shen Yan replied.

Both of them were somewhat embarrassed, because back in the snow region, although their respective forces had cooperated, they were always scheming against each other.

But now they've all become people of the big camphor tree.

"Are you also going to the oil city?" Gesang Dorje asked.

“Hmm.” Shen Yan replied, smiling as he said, “Gesang, we’re all from the Big Camphor Tree now. It’s really fate. At this rate, we might have to pick up Old Zhao later.”

"Old Zhao?" Gesang Dorje thought for a while before realizing that Shen Yan was referring to Zhao Shanhe of the Sanjiang Stone Alliance.

He said with a somewhat strange expression:

"Zhao Shanhe, you two didn't get along very well before."

Shen Yan said nonchalantly:

"So what? He can't beat me, that old Zhao."

At the Fanyuan branch base, Shen Yan was not the only one who boarded the helicopter.

Some researchers from the Van Yuan San Shou Meng (梵原三守盟) also boarded the helicopter.

However, they were not on the same helicopter as Shen Yan and his group. These helicopters carried not only researchers, but also the scientific and technological achievements they had made over the years, as well as related documents and materials.

Soon, the helicopters took off.

Inside the cabin, Shen Yan, Gesang Dorje, Pingcuo, and Xiao Qingshi were sitting in a helicopter.

When acquaintances meet, things are different now than before; former enemies have now become family.

We chatted all the way.

Sanjiang Branch Base

Zhao Shanhe and his family were also waiting by the tarmac.

The vulture stood behind him, his face grim.

Zhao Shanhe's son, daughter, and several grandchildren—ten people in total—all came. His younger brother, Zhao Heihu, stood beside Zhao Shanhe, helping him with his luggage.

The first helicopter landed, and after the cabin door opened, Zhao Shanhe went up first, followed by his family, with Zhao Heihu following behind him.

The vulture followed at the very back, head down and silent.

After Zhao Shanhe sat down, he glanced at the people in the cabin.

His eyes were full of surprise. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed reasonable. Since they had all lost to the big camphor tree, they would naturally have to go to the oil city.

It's normal to encounter this.

Shen Yan and Gesang Dorje were looking at him.

"Everyone's here?" Zhao Shanhe greeted them first.

Shen Yan smiled at Gesang Dorje:

"See? Wasn't that right? Wasn't I right?"

Gesang Dorje nodded without saying anything.

He had nothing to talk about with this Zhao Shanhe. If it weren't for the help of the Fan Yuan Three Guardians Alliance, Zhao Shanhe would have swallowed him up long ago.

They always rely on their strength to bully the Stability Alliance.

After Zhao Shanhe arrived, Gesang Dorje and Shen Yan, who were chatting happily, suddenly fell silent and became somewhat awkward.

The three sat in the cabin in silence for a moment.

After a moment, Zhao Shanhe broke the silence and gave a wry smile:
“Back in the snowy region, the three of us used to fight each other all the time. I never imagined we'd be on the same plane now.”

Shen Yan sighed: "Yes, things are unpredictable."

Gesang Dorje nodded, "Mm."

The vulture sat in the far corner of the cabin, looking quite grim.

He muttered to himself, "Damn it, I shouldn't have come. What a load of crap, that big camphor tree."

Zhao Shanhe turned his head and glared at him: "Shut up."

The vulture was unconvinced and wanted to say more.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw a security officer sitting at the cabin door, staring straight at him.

The helicopter safety officer was wearing a combat uniform with a large camphor tree on his waist, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

The vulture felt a chill run down its spine and dared not say another word.

He lowered his head and turned his gaze to the window.

Shen Yan glanced at the vulture, his eyes flickered twice, but he said nothing.

The helicopter flew in the air, and all was quiet.

After a while, Gesang Dorje looked out the window and suddenly sighed:
"I wonder what an oil city is like."

Shen Yan also said, "I heard there are commercial areas, schools, and hospitals over there. The promotional brochure for the big camphor tree says that it has everything."

Gesang Dorje nodded: "Yes, it shouldn't be bad."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanhe felt a surge of complex emotions and glanced at his family behind him.

Shen Yan is all alone, so there's nothing to worry about.

Gesang Dorje also has family, but not as many as he does.

Only Zhao Shanhe had ten people with his family.

He turned his gaze to the window, looking at the continuous snow-capped mountains below, and remained silent.

Vulture looked around and noticed that the security guard behind him was staring at him. He looked embarrassed, moved his mouth and cursed a couple of times, but his voice was too soft for only himself to hear.

The helicopter squadron took off from Andingmeng and crossed the Hengduan Mountains.

Five of the helicopters did not follow the main team to the oil city, but instead changed course and flew towards the headquarters base in Dazhangshu.

The helicopters mainly carried researchers from the Fanyuan branch base.

On the helicopter at the very front, Su Zhenbang, the former head of the San Shou Meng Technology Department, was sitting by the porthole, looking down at the earth through the glass.

His granddaughter, Su Nian, sat next to him, holding a notebook in her hands.

"Grandpa, is the headquarters base in the big camphor tree really that good?" Su Nian asked.

Su Zhenbang patted her head and smiled:

"It should be good. I saw their equipment, the mechs, the Vajra suits, and those helicopters, they're all much more advanced than ours."

Su Nian's eyes lit up: "Then let's go, we can learn a lot, right?"

"Definitely."

Su Nian nodded happily after hearing this.

Su Zhenbang unbuckled his seatbelt, wanting to walk to the back of the cabin to take a look.

He was genuinely curious as to why the helicopter could fly for several days at a stretch.

How was the power source solved?
But just as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped into the aisle,

Just then, a security officer came over from the cabin and reminded them:

"Sir, please do not move around inside the cabin. It is not safe to fly during the flight."

Su Zhenbang waved his hand: "I'm just taking a look."

"Sit still and fasten your seatbelts," the safety officer added, his eyes serious.

Su Zhenbang had no choice but to sit back down and fasten his seatbelt.

But his gaze was still scanning the interior of the cabin, trying to find something.

He had long been curious about how the sustainable version of the helicopter on the big camphor tree could keep flying.

When I asked Xiao Jun in person, I got no results.

When he boarded the helicopter, he heard a low humming sound coming from the bottom of the helicopter. It didn't sound like the running of an ordinary motor, but rather like some kind of mechanical structure that he wasn't familiar with was working continuously.

He had some vague guesses in his mind, but he wasn't quite sure.

"How exactly does it fly?" Su Zhenbang muttered to himself.

Hearing his words, Su Nian asked curiously, "Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"It's alright, it's alright." Su Zhenbang quickly shook his head. "We'll study it slowly once we get to the big camphor tree."

Wen Jingming, who was sitting in the row behind him, also leaned over and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Su, what kind of energy do they use for these helicopters? It seems to be electrically powered, but if it's electrically powered, the storage batteries must be extremely large."

Su Zhenbang turned around and answered in a low voice:

"I don't know, but from the sound I heard, it didn't seem to be driven by a regular electric motor. It might be some kind of new energy system."

The two looked at each other and saw the same expectation in each other's eyes.

Besides Su Zhenbang, the other helicopters carrying researchers included Gu Yanqiu and Lu Chengze.

They were all chatting in hushed tones, and their conversation always circled back to the big camphor tree.

To what extent has the technology in Dazhangshu developed?
Once they get there, what will they be able to access?
With these expectations and questions in mind, the helicopter continued flying eastward.

the other side.

Inside the helicopter cabin bound for the oil city, Shen Yan noticed through the porthole that half of the surrounding helicopters were gone.

He glanced back and asked the security guard sitting in the back curiously, "Weren't there ten helicopters just now? Where did half of them go?"

The security officer replied, "Those helicopters are transporting researchers to the headquarters, not the oil city."

Shen Yan was taken aback.

He glanced at the gradually shrinking helicopter formation outside the window, and felt a slight stirring in his heart.

Headquarters base.
The first base built by the Great Camphor Tree faction, and also said to be the most technologically advanced base.

Almost all of the high-tech industries in Dazhangshu today were developed there.

If he has the chance, he wants to go there and see what kind of life the people on that land lead.

Let's also go and see what the science park over there has become.

Ideally, I would like to meet Chief Li, who founded the Great Camphor Tree.

However, he was full of expectations for this trip to the oil city, because the one in charge of the entire oil city was Qinglong.

Having not seen Qinglong for many years, he wanted to see what he looked like now.

Meanwhile, Zhao Shanhe, sitting opposite him, was also looking out the window, lost in thought.

The helicopter continued flying forward, heading towards the oil city.

Meanwhile, at the front line of Nathu La Pass.

Several hours later.

Zuo Ruxue led the transport convoy and finally arrived at the rear of the position.

The convoy stopped in front of the ammunition depot, and the workers immediately began unloading.

Boxes of shells were unloaded and piled up in front of the ammunition depot.

Zuo Ruxue stood by the ammunition depot, looking at the scene on the front line.

The area around Jilonggou was eerily silent, with the land ravaged by artillery fire everywhere, and scorched marks visible in all directions.

In the distant valley, a few embers were still burning.

Although the battle is over, the smell of gunpowder still lingers in the air.

"Captain Zuo, the ammunition is being unloaded and should be completed in about half an hour," the busty woman reported as she walked over.

Zuo Ruxue nodded: "All done."

"Yes." The busty woman turned to make the arrangements.

Zuo Ruxue stood at the edge of the position, looking south.

South of Gyirong Valley are continuous snow-capped mountains.

Nearby, Xiao Hu was communicating with Xiao Jun.

When Xiao Jun saw the delivery of the artillery shells, a rare look of joy appeared on his face.

"Commander Xiao, this is the list of this batch of shells. Please take a look and sign it."

Xiao Jun did not sign immediately, but instead asked his subordinates to check it. He would sign it after the check was completed.

Xiao Hu didn't urge him. Looking at the horrific battlefield in the distance, he whistled and exclaimed in amazement:
"This battle was really fierce."

Xiao Jun nodded, looked around, and asked, "Yes, where are the cannons?"

"Dapao didn't come, but other people came to the interrogation room."

"Where are they?" Xiao Jun frowned. Da Pao used to be very dedicated.

Where are the other people from the interrogation room? They're nowhere to be seen. They're not professional at all.

The judge beside him coughed and said:

"Ahem, well, Xiao Wu and Xiao Qian went straight to the prisoner-of-war camp as soon as they got off the helicopter, and they've probably been interrogated for a while now."

Xiao Jun suddenly realized.

"The people in this interrogation room are really dedicated."

Without even a greeting, completely ignoring the leaders, they went straight to the interrogation after getting off the helicopter.

They're being way too impatient!
They're all a bunch of crazy lunatics.

Xiao Jun thought to himself.

More than a thousand kilometers away, at the railway repair site from Wuyuan Mountain to the Qinghai base, the roar of machinery rose and fell.

Shan Zimo stood beside a roadbed, holding a roll of blueprints, checking the construction progress with several foremen.

Wei Cheng, the deputy standing next to him, was filling in data on a record sheet.

"Boss Shan, we've reached 80% completion," Wei Cheng continued.
"The roadbed for the section from Xining to the Qinghai base has been laid, and two-thirds of the rails have been installed. The rest is expected to be completed in two weeks."

Shan Zimo nodded without saying anything.

He squatted down, pinched a handful of gravel from the roadbed, rubbed it between his fingers, then stood up and patted the dust off his hands.

"This railway wasn't easy to build," he said.

"The section from Wuyuan Mountain to Xining is relatively easy to travel, but the real challenge is the section from Xining to the Qinghai base. The terrain is undulating, the temperature is low, and dealing with the permafrost is very difficult. If it weren't for our experienced workers, the progress would have been at least half as slow."

Lu Song, who was standing nearby, chimed in:

"General Shan, you mentioned last time that the most difficult part of the section from Xining to the Qinghai base is the No. 3 tunnel, where the permafrost layer has been difficult to handle. Have we solved it yet?"

Shan Zimo shook his head:
"It's not completely resolved yet. The tunnel is still undergoing insulation treatment. I'll go check on it tomorrow."

Lu Jingci stood to the side, holding an enamel mug, and handed it to Shan Zimo.

Hearing Shan Zimo's words, he couldn't help but say:

“Mr. Shan, I’ll go with you tomorrow. I’ve traveled this railway several times, and I know exactly which sections have soft roadbeds and which have steep slopes.”

Shan Zimo glanced at him and nodded: "Okay, you'll come with me tomorrow."

He then turned to Wei Cheng and Lü Song, and said:

"You two stay on the construction site and keep an eye on the final finishing touches."

After the rails are laid, each section must undergo a track-pressing test. Any problems found must be marked immediately; don't wait until the entire track is laid before rework.

Wei Cheng nodded: "Understood."

Shan Zimo took a sip of water, then put the enamel mug back on and put it back in the toolbox.

He looked at the section of road under construction in the distance, where workers were chanting as they lifted a steel rail onto the sleepers.

The steel rails gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a long, winding snake stretching from the distance to the horizon.

"Once this railway is completed, the crystals from the Qinghai base can be transported directly to Wuyuan Mountain by rail, and then transferred from Wuyuan Mountain to various branch bases. At that time, the transportation of supplies will be much more convenient."

Wei Cheng, standing to the side listening, couldn't help but sigh:
"Boss Shan, do you think this railway is the most difficult one we've ever built in Dazhangshu?"

Shanzi thought for a moment, then shook his head:
"It is difficult, but it is not the most difficult."

The most difficult part was the line that initially connected to the Northwest base. That Gobi Desert was so hot during the day that people would peel off, and so cold at night that it was impossible to sleep. It took almost half a year to complete. Compared to that line, this railway is actually quite good.

Lu Song couldn't help but chuckle: "Boss Shan, are you trying to comfort us?"

Shan Zimo didn't answer, but just stared at the road under construction in the distance, remained silent for a while, and then said:
"After I leave tomorrow, I'll leave things here to you. Contact me anytime if you have any questions."

"Don't worry, Mr. Shan," Wei Cheng replied.

Shan Zimo nodded and turned to walk towards the temporary tents at the construction site.

After he finishes his work tomorrow, he will have to leave the construction site in the next two days.

The railway project from the Qinghai base to the Fanyuan Sanshou base also needs to be approved as soon as possible.

Before the project is approved, the route from the Qinghai base to the Saravan original sub-base must be surveyed.

That was the next railway line he planned, and also the only way to reach the heart of the snowy region.

Now that the snow-covered area has been taken over, the leader instructed that the railway must catch up as soon as possible.

As he lifted the tent flap, he glanced back at the railway line under construction in the distance before ducking inside.

Inside the tent, he looked at the map and thought to himself:
The construction of the railway into Tibet is the most difficult part, and it is estimated that it will take at least six months and up to a year.

(End of this chapter)