Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The wind and snow intensified, as if they were about to tear the sky apart.

Five fully loaded Jiefang trucks, like a long steel dragon, roared as they rolled over the snow on the border.

Zhao Shanhe sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, a cigarette between his fingers, his expression calm.

Erga Zi gripped the huge steering wheel, his eyes wary.

Meanwhile, the esteemed Director Vasily was crampedly squeezed into a makeshift sleeper berth in the back of the driver's cab.

It was usually used as a sleeping area for drivers on shifts; it was cramped and smelly. Vasily's massive body was huddled inside, like a polar bear stuffed into a can, unable to even stretch out his legs.

His eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving violently.

He was holding back.

He endured Zhao Shanhe's humiliation, the stifling feeling of being in this cramped space, and the pent-up resentment in his heart.

Half an hour later.

The blinding beams of searchlight pierced through the wind and snow.

We've arrived at the Soviet border checkpoint.

Huge red and white railings stood in the middle of the road, and several Soviet soldiers carrying AK-47s were walking their dogs, stamping their feet to keep warm in the cold wind.

In front of the railing, a long line of trucks with Chinese license plates had already been parked.

Those are all drivers from the county who are legally engaged in border trade.

At the very front of the line was a driver named Lao Zhang, in his fifties, with a weathered face.

At that moment, Old Zhang was standing in the snow, shivering from the cold, holding two bottles of Erguotou and a carton of "Daqianmen" liquor, and handing them to a Soviet sergeant with a fierce face with a smile on his face.

"Davari... this little something is for the brothers to warm themselves up."

Old Zhang humbly bent over, his back bent because he had to bend over to make a living.

"Snapped!"

The sergeant took the cigarettes and alcohol without even glancing at them, and slapped Old Zhang's cotton hat so hard it tilted to one side.

"Get out of here!"

The sergeant cursed and kicked Old Zhang in the butt.

Old Zhang dared not speak out in anger, and could only obediently climb into the car and drive away as if his life depended on it.

This is the norm along the border.

If you are a Chinese driver, you are a second-class citizen, a walking ATM.

After dealing with Lao Zhang, the sergeant turned around and saw Zhao Shanhe's huge convoy.

Five large trucks?

And judging from how flattened the tires were, they were all fully loaded!

The sergeant's eyes instantly turned green.

This is a walking "gold mine" on the border, a "super fat sheep" delivered right to your door.

"parking!!"

The sergeant slammed his baton down hard on the safety bar of the lead vehicle, making a loud bang.

"squeak--"

Erga slammed on the brakes, and the air brakes emitted a piercing exhaust sound.

The sergeant swaggered over, not even glancing at the travel document Ergaizi handed him, and directly knocked on the car door with his gloved fingers:

"Turn off the engine! Everyone get out of the vehicle!"

Erga Zi, suppressing his anger, handed over the document stamped with a bright red official seal:

"Comrade, these are specially approved expedited supplies; here are the paperwork..."

"Screw your paperwork!"

The sergeant slapped the document away, and the paper bearing the national emblem drifted into the snow and mud.

His greedy gaze swept across the carriage, finally settling on the watch on Zhao Shanhe's wrist:

"What supplies? I think they're contraband!"

"We've received a notification from higher command that enemy agents have been active recently! They suspect you've hidden a bomb in your vehicle!"

"A bomb?!" Ergazi laughed in anger.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The sergeant pressed his face close to the car window, his breath reeking of alcohol, and threatened:

"We must unload! Unload everything onto the snow! We need to check each item one by one!"

"Wait for the bomb disposal experts to arrive! Maybe three days, maybe three months!"

discharge?

Investigation?

If these five truckloads of furs and ginseng were unloaded in this freezing weather, they would be completely ruined in ten minutes, without even waiting for experts to arrive!

This is about pushing people to their limits, forcing them to empty every penny in their pockets.

The sergeant looked at Zhao Shanhe and skillfully rubbed his fingers together:

"Of course, if we're friends, I might be able to make an exception..."

"Do Chinese people even know the rules?"

Erga was so angry that the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he was about to curse.

Zhao Shanhe held him down, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He didn't speak, but just turned around and glanced at the huge figure huddled in the shadows in the back row.

Vasily was furious.

He acted like a grandson in front of Zhao Shanhe, but his own men, those bastards who usually just drank and bullied Chinese drivers, actually dared to try to sabotage him at this critical juncture.

Are they going to impound the vehicle? And unload the cargo?

Are we really going to leave the good stuff the bureau chief wanted in the snow?

This isn't just blocking the Chinese people; it's clearly blocking Vasily's neck! It's taking Vasily's life!

Vasily's pent-up anger, humiliation, and frustration found a perfect outlet in that instant.

"Clang!!"

The rear door of the driver's cab was kicked open suddenly.

The sergeant, who was waiting for the Chinese man to pay, was startled: "Who?!"

He turned around.

A large officer's leather boot whistled through the air and kicked him directly in the stomach.

"Bang!!"

Vasily used all his strength in that kick.

The 200-pound sergeant flew out like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the snowdrift before he could even let out a scream.

"Moths!!"

A roar echoed throughout the entire checkpoint.

Vasily jumped out of the car, his expensive wool coat fluttering in the wind, the gold major's epaulettes on his shoulders almost blinding under the searchlight.

Like a raging beast, he charged forward and began kicking the sergeant repeatedly.

"Are you a Soviet soldier? Or a highway robber?!"

"Bang!" A kick landed on his ribs.

"Who gave you the audacity to stop this convoy?!"

"Bang!" Another kick landed on his face.

The sergeant was stunned by the blow, clutching his face and screaming, "Sir...sir! I thought he was Chinese..."

"What's wrong with Chinese gay people?!"

Vasily grabbed the sergeant by the collar, lifted him up, and spat in his face:

"Open your dog eyes and look! These Chinese comrades are here to help us!"

"They braved the wind and snow to deliver urgently needed supplies to us! They are our friends!"

Vasily grew angrier as he spoke, and with a backhand slap, he delivered two resounding blows to the face.

"Slap! Slap!"

"And you? You traitor to the Soviet Union! A parasite on the nation!!"

"You actually want to extort our Chinese comrades? You want to impound their vehicles? You want to unload their cargo?"

"You're smearing the great Red Army!!"

Vasily's words were delivered with an air of righteous indignation, as if he were the very defender of Sino-Soviet friendship.

The surrounding Soviet soldiers were all terrified, standing there trembling with fear, clutching their guns.

They had never seen Director Vasily so angry, especially not in order to protect... the Chinese?

"roll!!"

Vasily delivered a final, powerful kick, sending the sergeant, whose face was already covered in blood, shoving him into the roadside ditch.

"Lift the railing! Now!!"

"Salute to our Chinese comrades!!"

"Yes! Yes!!"

The railings rose instantly.

All the Soviet soldiers stood at attention and gave the convoy a perfect military salute.

Vasily, panting heavily, straightened his collar.

He turned around, his previous righteous expression instantly vanishing, replaced by a smile that was both ingratiating and somewhat awkward.

He walked to the passenger window and helped Zhao Shanhe close it.

"Zhao... I'm sorry you had to see this."

Vasily wiped the sweat from his brow:

"They were all blind fools, I've dealt with them all."

in the carriage.

Zhao Shanhe lit a cigarette, looked out the window at the Soviet soldiers saluting, then glanced at the sergeant who had been kicked into the ditch, and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Let's go."

Zhao Shanhe said to Erga Zi:

"Comrade Vasily is right."

"We are... Chinese comrades."

Five large trucks roared to life and, with the air of victors, swaggered across the Soviet border.

Behind them, the truck that Old Zhang was driving hadn't gone far.

Old Zhang stared at the scene in the rearview mirror, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He didn't even notice the cigarette falling onto his crotch.

"Goodness gracious...who is this?"

"That's incredible! Did Director Vasily personally clear the way for us?"