Chapter 101 Search 2

Khrushchev hesitated for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to pick up the phone at around six in the morning, and tremblingly reported to Stalin about the disappearance of the gold train. Comrade Stalin should be having breakfast at this time. If he waited until he arrived at the train station to report, there would be no room for maneuver.

"What! The gold is lost?!!" The originally extremely happy mood because of the 560 tons of gold disappeared in an instant, replaced by a raging anger. Khrushchev listened to Comrade Stalin's angry roar coming from the microphone, and almost knelt down and kowtowed to the phone to apologize.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke carefully. "Great leader Comrade Stalin, please calm down. I guarantee with my head that I will find the gold train, and not a single piece of gold will be missing."

"Give you one day." Stalin, who had been hysterical for a long time, might be tired. He hung up the phone after saying this coldly.

"..." Khrushchev felt cold all over. Comrade Stalin did not say what would happen if he could not find the gold in a day, but this was more frightening than threatening to kill him. He could no longer sit still and immediately set off for Dakharkov, intending to personally command the search for gold.

"Comrade Khrushchev, why are you here in person?" The secretary who arrived earlier than him came to greet him.

Khrushchev now hated this bastard who only spread bad news to him. After solving this matter, he would drive this bastard away as soon as possible. "Don't talk nonsense, what did you find?!"

The secretary hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It's not that I didn't find anything. I'll report to you in the conference room."

Following the secretary to the Dakharkov government conference room, Khrushchev was very dissatisfied when he saw that the huge conference room was already crowded with people. "Why are there so many idle people? It's better to find a train if you have this time."

"These people are experts in various fields." The secretary explained in a low voice and clapped his hands. "Everyone, please be quiet. Comrade Khrushchev has arrived."

People in the conference room rushed to Khrushchev and extended their hands enthusiastically.

"Hello, Comrade Khrushchev."

"Hello, Comrade Khrushchev."

Seeing that everyone was about to come over, Khrushchev simply waved his hand. "The key now is to find the train. We can talk about other issues later. What have you found?"

An old man in his 60s with gray hair stood up. "Comrade Khrushchev, I am the construction director of this section of the railway. I have studied it with several experts and think that the most suspicious place is here." He pointed to a place on the map. "This is a section of railway 20 kilometers away from the town of Alexei. It is a cliff. We suspect that the train may have lost control and fallen off the cliff here."

Khrushchev frowned. "Are you sure? Why didn't you think of this place at the first time?"

"Comrade Khrushchev, there are deceleration warning lights at both ends of this section of railway, and there has not been an accident since the construction of that section of railway, so no one thought of..."

It's good to have a clue, Khrushchev couldn't help but secretly relieved. "Then let's go now!"

The secretary persuaded. "Comrade Khrushchev, you should rest here, we will go."

Rest? He will have to rest forever after one day if he can't find the golden train.

Dakharkov immediately mobilized a locomotive and two carriages at the train station, carrying everyone straight to the cliff.

It was still cloudy in Dakharkov, but it was already raining heavily dozens of kilometers away. When they arrived at the destination, there was a torrential rain with thunder and lightning in the sky.

Sure enough, when they were about to reach the destination, everyone saw an extremely eye-catching deceleration warning light on the side of the road. Unless the driver was drunk, it was impossible not to see this thing. The locomotive began to slow down slowly, and after driving for a while, it stopped at a bend.

The 60-year-old construction director pointed to the cliff outside the window and said, "Comrade Khrushchev, it's here."

The railway is less than half a meter away from the edge of the cliff. It's pitch black when you look down. Even if you shine a flashlight down, you can't see what's under the cliff.

"Send someone down!" Khrushchev gave the order without hesitation after stretching his head to look outside the cliff for a few times.

"..."Everyone looked at me and me. This cliff is at least a hundred meters deep. If something unexpected happens halfway down, it will definitely be a sure death! And it's pouring rain now. Don't think too much. With the scouring of rain, it's hard to find a suitable foothold on the cliff wall.

Seeing that no one took the initiative to step forward, Khrushchev said sternly. "What? Are you scared? You should know that this train is Comrade Stalin's favorite. Anyone who has made merit in this search operation will be a Soviet hero. Not only will Comrade Stalin personally meet them, but they will also receive bonuses, certificates, and medals." Khrushchev certainly didn't know whether Comrade Stalin would meet them, but at this critical moment, he promised them benefits first. Everything will be easier once the golden train is found.

"Comrade Khrushchev, I'll take the lead." Finally, Khrushchev's secretary stepped forward. As mentioned earlier, he was a person who was very good at observing people's words and expressions. From Khrushchev's words and deeds, he had guessed that Khrushchev would vent his anger on him. Although he had done nothing wrong, being in the officialdom was like walking on thin ice.

I don't know what words moved them, but finally, three strong young men also stood up. Everyone put the prepared ropes on them and used a simple pulley device to carefully lower them down the cliff.

Everyone in the carriage carefully manipulated the pulley device, and everyone's attention was focused on the bottom of the cliff. Although they couldn't see anything, they still crowded in front of the window and stared at the four people gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Khrushchev was no exception. He didn't even notice the muttering of the people around him. "Do you feel a little swaying?" Could it be that the force of the four people descending made the car sway? Not only was the carriage swaying, but what was even more strange was that the thunder had been coming from the south until just now. How come there was a "boom", "boom", "boom" sound similar to thunder behind them now?

Khrushchev didn't notice it, and most people didn't notice it, but one of them had a crazy face, ran to the window on the other side, looked at the cliff on one side, and suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream. "Mudslide!!!"

"Mudslide?!" Hearing these fatal words, everyone in the carriage was shocked! !

"Run!" I don't know who shouted at the top of his voice, and everyone rushed to the door of the carriage like crazy. How could the narrow carriage door accommodate so many people at the same time? Everyone pushed and shoved each other. "I am Khrushchev, get out of my way!" Khrushchev, who was only 62 meters tall, was squeezed in the crowd and couldn't move. Everyone around him was a head taller than him. He felt a little short of breath and couldn't help shouting.

But who cares who you are at the critical moment of life and death? I'm afraid Stalin would be squeezed aside.

Just as everyone was squeezed at the door and couldn't move, a series of "boom", "boom", "boom" like thunder in dry land came from their ears. Everyone looked out the window in horror and saw a turbid yellow torrent, just like a tiger coming down the mountain, roaring down the cliff, shaking the entire cliff slightly! !

As we all know, debris flow is a torrent formed by heavy rain and floods that saturates and dilutes soft soil mountains containing sand and stones. It is usually composed of viscous mud with suspended coarse solids, debris and clay. The area, volume and flow are large. Because of its sudden outbreak, fierce momentum, high-speed advance, and powerful energy, it is extremely destructive!

"Boom!" The debris flow hit the train fiercely like a beast. The force was so great that the train with only three sections tilted 45 degrees in an instant.

Accompanied by the desperate screams of the crowd, the second debris flow roared again, easily pushing the shaky train off the cliff.

Behind it was a continuous debris flow waterfall rushing to the bottom of the cliff.