Chapter 348 Collective Property

Bukhara region, southern Uzbekistan.

A GAZ truck was driving on the road. Its dark green body was almost the same as a military vehicle, but the sign hanging on the front hood showed that it was a civilian truck from Turkmenistan.

The small cab was a bit stuffy. Behind the three-spoke steering wheel was a tall Russian man. He stepped on the accelerator with great interest, and his body swayed as the car moved forward.

"Krete, your driving skills are good." In the car's small cab, there were two people on the right passenger seat. One of them was a tall Cossack with sharp eyes, and the other was a young and elegant Slav.

Crete remembered that more than ten minutes ago, he saw a military jeep broken down on the side of the road, so he kindly stopped and left one person waiting for the car to be repaired. Then these two people got on and said they were going to the Kasan Air Defense Base, which was a hundred kilometers ahead. He was on his way, so he gave them a ride.

At that time, these people had taken off their coats and were shirtless, so Crete didn't think anything special. However, when that person took the outer uniform, he keenly saw the shining red star on the other's epaulettes. This was a general!

When a general travels, he is accompanied by a convoy of at least a dozen vehicles. It is very rare to see a general traveling in a single car!

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, who is this person? Such a young general!

Hearing the compliment, Krit smiled and said, "I spent three years in the army as a motor mechanic. Later, I was transferred to a local job. My driving skills are the best in our team, so the team sent me to bring a truckload of televisions back from the Moscow Radio Factory this time."

My own skills are the best! When Crete thought of this, he was extremely proud. Even this general was praising him!

"Crack." At this moment, he stepped on the clutch with his left foot, shifted to neutral, and stepped on the brake with his right foot.

A few fat policemen appeared at the intersection ahead. They waved their hands and Crete had to stop the car.

"What's in the car?" a policeman came up and asked.

"It's a TV," Krit said. "It's going to Ashgabat."

TV? Upon hearing this, the policeman immediately became interested: "Take down one!"

Unload one? The three people in the car were immediately surprised. What does that mean?

Just when Crete opened the car door and wanted to argue, several policemen at the back had already opened the car door. A tall and thin man took out a TV from inside, looking very happy.

"Hey, this belongs to the country! It's collective property!" Crete said quickly.

"We belong to the country, too! Just consider it a donation to us." The tall and thin policeman said, "The police station just happens to be in need of a TV."

"Move another one and send it to the director's home!" the fat policeman spoke again.

"Creak." The car door on the other side opened, and Andre walked out with a gloomy face.

Ever since he came to the Turkestan Military Region, he felt that the atmosphere here was completely different from that in the Far East. He had always maintained restraint. As for the army, it would not interfere in local affairs. He should first manage the internal problems of the army!

Andrei no longer trusted his deputy, Deputy Commander Nikolai Novich. He only brought his guard captain Vasily and a driver with him, and often went out to inspect the grassroots troops without prior notice, so that he could see the most real situation.

The result made him very dissatisfied.

Today we went to inspect an air defense base. Our car broke down on the way, leaving the driver behind. He took Valisi and stopped a civilian truck. Everything was fine along the way, but when we got here, we were stopped by several policemen.

This kind of scene, which only appeared in later generations, was played out vividly. These guys actually took the things out of the car and tried to eat them up!

"You can't move!" Krit was still shouting. The fat policeman said impatiently, "Stop making noise! ​​It's your honor to move two TVs! If you make noise again, I'll take you to the police station! Your truck will also be confiscated!"

"Boss, why not just confiscate them all! We can each have one at home!"

In the late 1970s, television was still a rarity, and these policemen didn't have a television at home.

"No!" Krit shouted, "This is our department store's TV. It's collective property!"

"Get lost with your collective property!" The fat policeman slapped Crete in the face. As if he was still not satisfied, he pulled out a baton from his waist and was about to poke Crete in the stomach.

"Crack!" At this moment, a crisp sound was heard, and a wail rang out from the fat policeman's mouth. His arm had already drooped down!

Valisi took action. Seeing that there were such policemen in the Soviet land, and such overbearing behavior! Valisi broke the fat policeman's arm with just one move.

"You are tired of living and dare to attack the police. Come on!" The tall policeman saw it and immediately shouted and rushed towards Valisi.

Without even looking at him, Valisi kicked the guy and he flew several meters away.

In no time, several policemen solved the problem, and at this moment, the last policeman quickly ran to the police station, flashing his police lights, and drove away.

"You guys, just wait! It's impossible to get through Bukhara Province!" The fat policeman screamed and said to several people.

Due to inconvenient transportation, if you want to cross Uzbekistan to reach Turkmenistan, it is most suitable to take the highway in Bukhara Province, which is almost the only way!

Crete turned pale.

"Pick up the boxes and let's go." Valisi clapped his hands nonchalantly. It was too easy to deal with these scums. He was showing mercy. Otherwise, he would have killed them with one move!

"Don't be afraid. When we get to the base ahead, I'll send a team to escort you through Bukhara Province." Andrei said, "They won't do anything to you."

The people should not fight against the officials. This will annoy these local bullies and cause quite trouble. Andrei himself is not afraid, but he cannot let Crete be troubled. He is a good Soviet boy!

Crete didn't say anything, but his face was bleak. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and the truck was speeding on the road.

Unfortunately, after walking for less than 20 minutes, sirens were heard from behind, and four police cars were chasing us from behind!

"Car in front, stop now, or we will shoot!" Following the shouting from behind, with a bang, the other party actually fired a shot into the air!