Amidst the low roar of the engine, Apoli personally drove the transport truck backwards into the deserted workshop.

Gradually, the dark workshop was completely illuminated by the halogen headlights mounted around the car body, leaving only the exhaust gas spurting out from the exhaust pipe, leaving a mass of changing shadows on the surrounding walls under the light.

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Finally, when the cab of the transport truck was completely swallowed up by the workshop, Apoli finally stepped on the brakes and immediately turned off the engine.

Almost at the same time, Sharip and Gennady also walked out of the living cabin each carrying a lit kerosene lamp, handed them to Taras and Agavan, who had already climbed on the roof of the car, and came from behind.

The author hung it on a metal beam on the roof of the workshop.

Under the sizzling kerosene lamp, everyone worked together to move various materials from the living cabin and pile them neatly on a cement floor in the corner that was not corroded by ice and snow.

After emptying the supplies in the living cabin, no one dared to rest. They immediately unloaded the excess stuff in the cargo cabin, leaving only ten barrels of fuel, five barrels of coking coal, a fuel generator, and enough food for everyone for a week.

supplies as backup.

After locking the door of the cargo hold himself, Apoli put away the key and said, "The reserves inside are enough for us to return to the camp or rush to the Tunguska coalfield, which is two hundred kilometers away in a straight line, so we will not use the cargo hold until we decide to return.

There are reserves in it.

In other words, everyone must complete their scientific research tasks before the materials we moved out are used up."

"This is enough food for us to eat for two months."

Gennadi looked at the supplies piled up in the corner and joked deliberately, "As long as Apoli doesn't cook, these things will definitely not go to waste."

"Gennady is right."

Sharip, another of the most cheerful and optimistic students in the team, echoed, "If Apolly still goes hunting every day like before, maybe we can last longer."

"I will try my best to catch as many prey as possible"

Apolly spread his hands and said to Wei Ran in the same joking tone, "Comrade Chef, since the furs of wild beasts are not selling for a good price these days, I will not skin them, but I will turn the prey I caught into delicious food.

This job will be left to you."

"No problem" Wei Ran agreed with a smile.

"If you have assigned work, will you help move these things down first?"

Taras, who was still on the roof of the car, held on to the solid wood table tied to it and asked loudly, "Also, Sharip, can you close the door to the workshop?"

"Okay! Right now!"

Sharip quickly responded loudly, called for Gennady's help, and worked together to close the iron door of the workshop to block the cold wind and snowflakes blowing in from the outside.

At the same time, Wei Ran and others also helped Taras and Agwan on the roof of the car, lifting the tables, chairs and several empty oil drums one by one.

It's a pity that, perhaps because of the bumps along the way, or perhaps because the quality itself is not very good, one of the only two tables has a broken leg and a board has been cracked from the middle.

The chair and the oil drum are still in good condition.

"It doesn't matter"

Pavel, who had been silent just now, said with relief, "After daybreak, we will go search the surrounding buildings. When we came last time, I remember there were many well-preserved tables and chairs there."

"Teacher Pavel, remember to bring those two corns, otherwise Comrade Khrushchev will jump out of the photo frame and stop us." Gennady's enthusiastic reminder immediately put a smile on everyone's face.

Pavel raised his voice slightly and said, "I will remember to bring the corn. Before that, let's quickly put up the bed again."

"How about we have a drink together as we have been doing these past few months?"

Dr. Murat's proposal was immediately approved by everyone, and then Wei Ran, who was always thinking of ways to create a character, also deliberately put forward his own suggestion, "In this case, why don't we put the bed before setting it up?"

How about cleaning the living cabin?"

“Our chef really loves cleanliness”

Pavel grinned and said, even though this middle-aged man covered in tendons is a doctor, he is also the sloppiest one in the entire team except for Apolly. The things that Wei Ran swept out from under the bed were at least

Most of it belongs to him.

"Didn't Victor say that?"

Agrawan stopped Wei Ran's shoulder and put a cigarette into his mouth while saying, "He himself said that we should use him as a part of the transport truck. Of course he cares more about hygiene issues than we do."

"How about cleaning the living cabin together and then I get you some delicious food?"

Wei Ran held the cigarette that Agawan forced him to hold in his mouth, took a sip on the flame of the lighter, and said in a puff of smoke, "Of course, if you want to sleep on smelly socks, eat the food Apoli prepared for you."

, I have no objection."

"Don't be like this Victor, what do you need us to do?" Gennady immediately made his attitude clear.

"How about at least wiping the floor, walls and ceiling of the living cabin?" Wei Ran made his own small request.

"It seems that if we want to eat the food that Victor cooks, we have to do what he says."

Apolly, who had just been teased by Wei Ran, walked towards the living cabin as he spoke and took the lead in cleaning up.

Under Wei Ran's instigation, everyone temporarily moved the stove and cleaned it. But when they were about to move the locked iron file cabinet, they encountered strong opposition from the two doctors.

Even the work of wiping the cabinet and even the safe was done by the two of them themselves.

Although there is too much distrust in this attitude, it seems that everyone except Wei Ran has become accustomed to it.

After a brief trial, Wei Ran gave up and rebuilt the bunk beds with everyone else.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After cleaning up the living cabin, Sharip and Gennady were trying to make a perfect table out of two broken tables.

, April also left the workshop with weapons and animal traps, and began to lay traps around the entrances of several abandoned tube buildings.

On the contrary, the two doctors and their respective students Taras and Agravan were hiding in the living cabin at this time. Not only had the cabin door been locked, but the protective shutters were also closed, and they were busy secretly.

Wei Ran was also not idle. At this time, he had already lit the cast iron stove usually used for heating during sampling in the corner near the workshop door, put up the pot and once again played the role of chef.

"Gennady, do you think our scientific research projects will be cut off?" Sharip, who was not far away, asked in a low voice while repairing the broken table.

"This is no longer a question of whether it will be cut off."

Gennady slammed a nail into the corner of the table, "Even if we collect enough samples, even if our teacher extracts and cultivates fire that meets the conditions. But who will send them up?"

"Apolly didn't mean..."

"I mean, in whose name"

Gennady lowered his voice slightly, "In the name of the Soviet Union or Kazakhstan? Or Russia? Belarus? Ukolan?"

"Is there any difference?" Sharip asked confused.

"Of course there is a difference!"

Gennadi glanced at Weiyan, who had his back to them, and lowered his voice again and asked, "You don't really think that it's enough as long as the Kazakh space launch site is still there, do you?"

"Isn't that so?"

"of course not!"

Gennadi said firmly, "This is just like our transport vehicle. If the space launch site is the cargo bay, it can indeed carry our scientific research projects, but where does the fuel come from? Where does the driver come from? Leading to the destination.

Where did the map come from? Even if the car lights that illuminate the road can still be lit, and even whose hands are the car keys."

"You want to say that the Soviet Union is like..."

"To be precise, the Soviet Union, with its 15 member states, is like a transport vehicle that is in perfect condition, has a healthy driver and navigator, and has plenty of power."

Gennady continued almost babbled, "Such a transport vehicle can easily transport our chosen fire to any place, and can easily support us in completing any scientific research project.

By then, even students like you and me who have not finished college, and even transport truck drivers like Victor, may be able to enjoy the fruits of this project together."

Before Sharip could speak, Gennadi, who was usually optimistic and cheerful, sighed, swung the hammer hard and knocked on the nail, and said angrily, "But now! The cargo hold of this transport truck is still there.

Yes, but there is not much fuel left in its fuel tank, and the driver and navigator don’t know where they are, and even the lights are no longer on.”

"But..."

Gennadi shook his head, and still didn't wait for Sharip to finish speaking, and then said extremely seriously, "It may still be able to carry our scientific research projects for the time being, but it may not be able to get us to the finish line."

"So..." Sharip looked at his good friend blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"This is a scientific research project that may succeed, but is destined to never be completed."

Gennady turned to look in the direction of the living cabin and murmured self-deprecatingly, "We not only need bacteria under the permafrost of the Siberian tundra, we also need a complete Soviet Union.

But obviously, it is impossible for the 15 participating countries to re-cooperate for our scientific research project that has not received much attention. In other words, they will not re-cooperate for any reason."

"Is it really... impossible?" Sharip asked with a deep sense of disappointment, "I still plan to participate in this scientific research project..."

"Which one are you asking about?"

Gennady threw away the hammer in his hand, pulled a chair over and sat down and asked, "Make the Soviet Union whole or save our scientific research projects?"

"Save our scientific research projects, of course!"

Shalip subconsciously raised his voice and gave an obvious answer without thinking. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't you hope..."

"Frankly speaking, I think it's a good thing for us in Estonia to choose independence." Gennadi almost leaned on the table that had not yet been repaired, and carefully expressed his true thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Sharip from Belarus shrugged, but did not clearly express his inner thoughts. He just asked, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Which question?"

Gennady subconsciously asked a question, and then said to himself, "If you want to save our staff project, there is a way."
To be continued...