"That was a brick and earth guardrail built by the people. It was 12 meters high and 6 feet thick and more than twenty miles long. In order to block the shells fired by the Japanese from the north bank of the Yellow River." The conductor just now came in at some point, and he replied.

"Well, the range of the Japanese cannon is only more than ten kilometers. This kind of brick and earth guard wall is very useful for dealing with ordinary shells, but the heavy artillery shells used to deal with Japanese shells are a little worse." Li Qinglin estimated the power of the Japanese shells in his heart and said.

The conductor replied: "Who said no, so this section of the road is often blown up. Fortunately, local people are repairing it in time, so the transportation of materials and personnel in front and rear has not been interrupted."

The train was speeding rapidly and quickly rushed out of the range of the Japanese shells. After passing the dangerous area safely, the train slowly stopped again. It turned out that in order to increase the speed of the train, there was a locomotive in front of the train, and a locomotive in the back was added to push the train. Now the locomotive in the push needs to be left for the top of the train to go east, so now it is to pick the locomotive behind it.

This is a temporary stop that was prepared in advance, and the crisscrossing railways were all over the ground. Because it was already outside the range of the Japanese cannons, the lights of the temporary parking lot were bright. Under the lights, Li Qinglin found that there were ragged car wores blown up by Japanese.

During the short stop of the train, the lights in the car were turned on. Under the dim light, Li Qinglin and others were very calm, only Jiang Zhongbin looked pale. It seemed that he was scared by the cannon fire.

Pan Kewei seemed very dissatisfied with Jiang Zhongbin. He snorted in his nose and said, "Look at your unpromising appearance, Brother Goudan is about the same age as you. How calm is he? You must learn how to remain calm in the world in the future."

Li Qinglin looked at Jiang Zhongbin and said, "Brother Pan, it may be the first time he has experienced such a scene. Such performance is already very rare. I remember that when we were fighting in Fenglishan, we were scared to pee my pants for the first time when we went to the battlefield. I wonder how many of them were scared to death."

Pan Kewei smiled and said, "Aren't you talking about the glorious history of your Commander Wu? Do you still think I don't know?"

Pan Kewei has really put some pains into his own and his troops. He even figured out the trivial matters that have been so long ago, and Li Qinglin had to be more careful with Pan Kewei.

Li Qinglin smiled and said, "Brother Pan is indeed a magical eye. He even knows this little thing clearly."

Li Qinglin patted Jiang Zhongbin on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter. There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death. You can just go through it a few more times. My superior said before, treat yourself as a dead person when you go to the battlefield, so that you will no longer be afraid of death. Look at our Commander Wu, hasn't he become a hero now?"

Jiang Zhongbin was very grateful to Li Qinglin for helping him and said, "Thank you, Chief Li, I will remember your teachings for the rest of my life."

The train that broke through Tongguan continued to travel westward because without the Japanese bombing, the train returned to its slow appearance. The more the train went westward, the more the air became dryer, and the scenery along the way gradually changed.

Slowly, there were loess along the railway line, and the green in sight was gradually decreasing. Houses on the vast land along the railway line gradually decreased, and the northwest bottom line was a desolate scene. But this does not mean that no one lives and works here, and there are still ragged farmers farming in the fields. Maybe a group of people will pop up in the ravines.

Li Qinglin, in his previous life, visited the northwest region and also went to the countryside. He knew that during this period, the farmers in the northwest were extremely barren. Many people lived in caves dug along the loess slope. The brick and tile houses on the ground were all wealthy families, or simply the houses of urban residents.

The steam locomotive pulled a long train to rumble westward. After several days, the four people who had been in chaos finally arrived at Chang'an Station, which is the current station name of Xi'an's railway station.

Li Qinglin and the others got off the train and followed the people out of the train station. At the gate of the station, people who left the station, picked up the station, solicited accommodation, and were crowded with people coming and going, and people were clamoring for extremely chaotic.

At this moment, Jiang Zhongbin, carrying his luggage, sneaked into Zhu Jizhang's group of people, and quickly disappeared under the cover of several others.

It was not until this time that Pan Kewei seemed to realize that Jiang Zhongbin had disappeared. He looked around as if he was anxious and shouted Jiang Zhongbin's name loudly.

After searching for it, he could not find Jiang Zhongbin's shadow. Pan Kewei seemed to suddenly wake up. He grabbed Zhu Jizhang's chest and pretended to be furious and said, "Boy, where did you kidnap my nephew? You guys, please release the person as soon as possible, otherwise I will go to the police station to sue you for trafficking."

Zhu Jizhang was also very bachelor. He stood there motionless and said, "Sir, you insist that we have abducted your nephew, so please come up with evidence."

As he said that, he waved his hand and summoned his people over, saying, "Our people are here. Look at whether your nephew is inside. If you can't provide evidence, we will sue you for false accusation of a good person."

The dispute between the two quickly attracted the attention of the idle people. At this time, a policeman in a black uniform appeared in time. He waved the baton and drove the idle people away, and then started working on the scene.

"You said your nephew was abducted by them? Is there any evidence?" the policeman asked Pan Kewei.

Pan Kewei said angrily: "My nephew got on the train and got mixed up with them. I don't know what kind of ecstasy they gave him. He was with me when he first left the station. He disappeared in the blink of an eye. If they had abducted him, who could have cheated the half-aged man away?"

Zhu Jizhang said: "Mr. Policeman, what is this evidence? His nephew walked with him and disappeared, so he leaned on us. What is this? There are so many people talking to us along the way. If they lose things or the people who are traveling with them are gone, do they all suspect that we did it?"

The police thought for a while and said to Pan Kewei: "Sir, have you seen their people take your nephew away with you?"

Pan Kewei shook his head and said, "This is not there. There are so many people when he left the station, and my nephew was following me again. How can I see it?"

Zhu Jizhang immediately said, "Mr. Policeman, he said he didn't see it. Besides, our people are all here. Can we know where his nephew has gone?"

The policeman said to Pan Kewei: "Sir, since you haven't seen it, you're just suspicious. We can't be sure if your nephew really kidnapped them."

Seeing that Pan Kewei's play was almost done, Li Qinglin pulled La Pan Kewei's sleeve and said, "Brother, your nephew is so old, and he is a student who is studying and literate. I wonder if he has been dispersed by the abortion. Or you wait in the square, maybe he will be able to find it back in a while?"

The police nodded repeatedly and said, "It's still this gentleman who understands it. There are so many people getting on and off the train at Chang'an Railway Station every day, and there are often those who are temporarily separated. Just wait here, and your nephew may be found back immediately."

With this step, Pan Kewei let go of Zhu Jizhang's hand and said, "Since the policeman has said that, I'll wait here."

Zhu Jizhang left, Pan Kewei pretended to be standing in the square in front of the station for a while, but Li Qinglin naturally couldn't leave immediately. He took Ding Goudan to stand with Pan Kewei for a long time.

During this time of "waiting for someone", Li Qinglin smiled and said, "I really didn't realize that Brother Pan can still act. I think you can go on stage to perform civilized dramas in the future, so you can guarantee that you can overwhelm those stars."

Pan Kewei smiled proudly and said, "The people of the Central Commission for Discipline always laugh at our Military Commission for Discipline for only killing people, setting fires and kidnapping. This time I want them to open their eyes and let them see what it means to win with wisdom."

After waiting for a while, Pan Kewei had his own affairs and broke up with Li Qinglin at the train station. Of course, Li Qinglin would not deliberately understand his whereabouts. After saying goodbye to Pan Kewei, he immediately took Ding Goudan to Jiang Meizhi's current residence.

Li Qinglin felt that he was going crazy after staying on the train for so many days after staying on the train. Therefore, the first thing he did when he thought of getting off the train was to go home and take a hot bath.

After the fall of Pingjin, the fall of North China and the Central Plains, batches of military and political officials and wealthy merchants entered Shaanxi one after another. At the same time, a large number of refugees poured into the Xijing City like a tide to avoid the war. More and more people spoke a foreign accent in Xi'an. These people either rented or bought houses in Xi'an. The east and north of Xi'an had almost become the world of people from other provinces.

Jiang Meizhi came early, and because of the help of Guo Chengshan, a local wealthy businessman who Li Qinglin rescued during the Nankou Battle, Jiang Meizhi bought a small yard on Guangji Street, northwest of the city of Xi'an, a wealthy gathering area, and a storefront house in the Muma Market in Xi'an. Li Qinglin now has an industry in Xi'an, and his residence in Guangji Street in the northwest of the city is his home in Xi'an. What he is eager to go to is his home in Xi'an.

Chang'an Railway Station is far from the west of the city, and you have to take a taxi to go to the west of the city. After leaving Chang'an Railway Station, Li Qinglin saw a bus station, which was parked at the station. The bus was running the only bus route in the city, and its terminal was Xichengmen.

Li Qinglin was very interested in this antique bus. He circled around the bus and found that the car was actually American goods. Judging from the sign on the front of the bus, it was still a Chevrolet bus.

Although it was not yet time for departure, Li Qinglin took Ding Goudan to the bus. There was a young man who was selling tickets at the door, and the ticket price was not expensive, and two cents were enough for each person. Because the train had just entered the station, there were quite a few passengers taking this bus. Perhaps most of the rich people live in the west of the city, and most of the passengers were dressed in bright clothes. Although the journey was tiring, the rich people were quite imposing.

After getting on the car, Li Qinglin found an iron round stove similar to the boiling water stove in the cab. There was a chimney extending out of the car. There was a large wicker basket next to the stove, and there was a black charcoal in the wicker basket.

Finally, I was waiting for the car to drive, and the dark young man started to work hard. He turned on the iron stove and pulled out the charcoal ash, then added charcoal and lit it with shavings. After the charcoal was lit, the young man used a stick to pound the charcoal in the stove tightly, then turned off the stove, picked up a hand-crank blower placed on the carriage board and shook it hard.

At this time, the whistling wind could be heard in the iron stove. Although the stove looked sealed, there was still a lot of black smoke and dust coming out when the wind was blowing, which made the young man cough repeatedly. Li Qinglin finally knew why this young man was so dark. It turned out that he was not sun-dried, but was made black by charcoal ash.

At this time, the driver who had been waiting in front of the car picked up a long subway shaking handle and inserted it into a hole in the front of the car and shook it hard. After shaking it for a few times, the car motor roared and the car engine caught fire.

Li Qinglin had heard of charcoal cars before, but now he has made the drivers busy with this task, which is an eye-opener.

After the car engine caught fire, the driver entered the cab with a long shaking handle. After putting it on, he moved somewhere. He only heard the engine yelling twice. The driver seemed very dissatisfied and turned to the young man Hei Buliuqiu, "I'm not angry."

The young man immediately put down the blower in his hand, picked up a jar and scooped a jar of cold water from a bucket beside him. Then he turned on the stove and poured the water into the bottom of the stove. He heard a "sharp" sound, and a stream of water steam rose from the stove. The young man closed the stove again like lightning.

This kind of charcoal-burning iron stove is actually a carbon monoxide generator. The young man adds some water to quickly increase the amount of carbon monoxide production. After adding water, the carbon monoxide produced by the furnace probably reaches a certain concentration, and the car finally started under the control of the driver.

After the car started, the young man finally became a little free, but he was busy when the driver needed him to blow the wind.

Li Qinglin was very interested in this kind of car powered by charcoal. Taking advantage of the young man's relatively leisure time, Li Qinglin started a chat with him.

"Master, since this is a car, why don't you use gasoline?" Li Qinglin asked.

"In the past, our cars used gasoline, but China cannot produce them themselves. Gasoline is sold to China by foreigners. That guy is expensive and we can't afford it. In the past two years, the Japanese have cut off our sea routes, and China can't even buy gasoline. Now we have to use charcoal to burn gas instead of gasoline." The dark young man answered honestly.

At this time, another truck drove across the road, and the young man pointed at the truck lane with his hand: "Now, except for the cars, all other big trucks are burning charcoal. Look, that car also burns charcoal."

Li Qinglin turned his head and saw that there was indeed a similar large iron stove in the car behind the cab of the big truck. The iron stove was obviously burning charcoal, and black smoke was emitting black smoke on the stove.

The charcoal-burning bus ran very smoothly, but it was not fast. Li Qinglin asked: "How many miles can this car run in an hour?"

"If our car runs on a flat road, it will be no problem to run seventy or eighty miles in an hour." The young man said, pointing to an iron nameplate on the stove, and said proudly: "This charcoal oil-replacement furnace is made by Shanghai Zhongming Machinery Co., Ltd. This is a famous brand made by China. It is easier to use and more charcoal-saving than imported goods from abroad."

Only now did Li Qinglin know that the official name of this black iron furnace is the charcoal oil-replacement furnace, and it was made by China itself. Under the current industrial level, the Chinese can make products that are better than foreign countries, which is indeed very proud of the Chinese.

"Is charcoal better than gasoline?" Li Qinglin asked...
Chapter completed!