Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The train whistle sounded again, indicating that the train was about to arrive at the station.

He Daqing was already prepared and put a black hood on Paul's head.

He tied Paul to his back, opened the rear door of the carriage, stood at the connection, and bolted the door.

When I stuck my head out, the outline of the train station came into view.

Without waiting for the train to slow down to the minimum speed, He Daqing jumped onto the snow and rolled several times on the ground.

Ignoring Paul's mess, He Daqing didn't even bother to brush off the snow on his body and ran towards the nearby woods.

It was not until they entered the woods that He Daqing felt a little safe.

It's broad daylight, it's really different from night.

Once you are exposed, even a blind man can catch up with your tracks on the snow, and there will be nowhere to hide.

Either throwing Paul away or hiding in space is not the result He Daqing wants.

As usual, he dug a cave and went in with Paul.

After settling him down, they untied the ropes on Paul, took off his hood, and the rag in his mouth.

Paul spat out the rag residue in his mouth and began to complain.

“Whitey, you can’t do this to me.

I am Dean Paul, you need to give me enough respect.

Where is this place? "

He Daqing made a cup of tea, handed it to Paul, and replied indifferently.

"Akmola City~"

Paul was stunned and looked up at He Daqing carefully.

"Akmola? Why? Why are we here?

Shouldn't it be Siberia?

You, where are you taking me?"

It is no wonder that Paul was so shocked. When people mention Akmola, they will think of the cruel labor camp.

This is where Stalin exiled various political prisoners and political opponents.

Most people who come here don't end up well.

Even though Stalin has died suddenly, the labor camp here is still alive.

The city of Akmola is especially vicious.

It is the place of exile for the spouses and children of political prisoners.

There is a reason why this place is called the White Tomb.

He Daqing slapped Paul in the face and knocked him to the ground.

“Watch your tone, Mr. Paul.

If you dare to scream again, I will stuff your mouth with my smelly socks.

Do I need you to teach me how to do things?

Siberia, you are so powerful, why didn’t you kidnap me?

There must be a reason why I do this.

We were re-routed from Akmola to Almaty, entering China and then Pakistan..."

He Daqing's words were well-reasoned, and Paul couldn't find any other reasons to refute them.

Even if I find it, what can I do? Just get beaten up for nothing? I think I should just forget it.

After He Daqing rested for a while and warmed up a little, he planned to go out and find out the situation.

"Old man, stay here and don't wander around. I'll go out and take a look at the situation..."

Without waiting for Paul's consent, He Daqing turned around and crawled out of the dugout.

Paul's eyes turned twice before he saw that the entrance to the cave was blocked tightly by a huge stone.

No wonder White walked away so carefree, that's why...

He Daqing pushed the stone and nodded with satisfaction.

With this weight, that old man Paul can push it, so He Daqing has to consider himself unlucky.

Facing the wind and snow, He Daqing carefully moved towards the station.

The station was unusually deserted. Apart from inside the station, there was no one to be seen outside.

The train was parked alone on the platform, and something happened that shocked He Daqing: the front of the train disappeared.

This time He Daqing can’t do anything about it. What’s going on?

Could this be the final stop? Did the train turn around to change tracks?

Or maybe the locomotive broke down?

He Daqing continued walking along the railway track and finally saw the locomotive, which had changed direction and stopped at the place where the tracks were changed.

He Daqing felt very disappointed. This crappy place was called a city, but it was actually just a larger township.

If this train stops running, we don’t know when the next one will come.

He Daqing followed the path and entered the town.

There are low houses, muddy roads, and occasionally a person walking in a hurry.

Such a big town, but terribly depressed.

It must have been a snowy day, so no one was working and everyone was staying indoors.

Looking at the many agricultural machinery parked in a large yard, He Daqing had another bold idea.

Since the train is not running, I'll come here at night and steal a few tractors, and drive them to Almaty. It will be the same.

Road conditions like these, coupled with the thickness of the snow, can only be handled by a tractor with large tires and high horsepower.

It was half past eight, and the night in Akmola was particularly dark.

He Daqing took Paul's hand and walked into the train station in the dark.

The train station was quiet at this time, with only a dim yellow light on in the duty room.

He Daqing took Paul along the railway tracks, planning to get a tractor into the small town and run away.

When passing the place where tracks were changed, He Daqing suddenly stopped and stared at the two steam locomotives in a daze.

A crazy idea immediately came to my mind.

Why drive a tractor? It may take you two days and two nights to get to Almaty.

Isn't there a ready-made locomotive here? It would be great to drive this thing.

Anyway, as long as it has wheels, I, He Daqing, can drive it. Driving a train is much easier than driving a car.

He Daqing, who had an idea, immediately took out a black hood and put it on Paul's head.

Paul thought to himself, damn, here they come again.

After a while, He Daqing opened the door of the locomotive and handcuffed Paul next to the boiler.

"Old man, wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

After that, he added two more pairs of handcuffs to Paul.

After getting off the locomotive, He Daqing put on thermal imaging glasses and began to move towards the duty room.

There are only three people in the entire train station, one in the duty room and two in the dormitory, all of them are asleep.

After a while, all three of them were dealt with by He Daqing.

Each of them was given two sleeping pills and then hit with a club, knocking them unconscious.

Carrying a bucket of kerosene back to the locomotive, He Daqing began to use kerosene and coal blocks to burn the boiler.

After a while, the boiler heated up.

Open the valve to allow boiler steam to enter the steam room.

A large amount of steam overflowed from the pressure relief valve, making a loud "hissing" sound.

After looking at the pressure gauge, He Daqing suddenly opened the thrust valve, and a large amount of steam was pushed into the piston.

Under Paul's shocked eyes, he felt the locomotive move, making a "kuchi, kuchi~" sound.

As for the long whistle during routine operations, He Daqing automatically omitted it.

Are you kidding me? Are you thinking the noise isn't loud enough or what?