The international traffic line from Jingcheng, via Manzhouli to Moscow, spans nearly nine thousand kilometers. When Nie Zhenbang and the others arrived at Chita in the Soviet Union, a long train stood parked at the platform. The crowding throngs of commuters all bore the same characteristic: they were mostly jammed onto the train with enormous parcels in tow.
Our four protagonists stood in front of the platform. Compared to the rest, their lightly-equipped nature often prompted sideways glances from passers-by.
"Young master, the railroads in the Soviet Union all have broad gauges. As the old platoon have said, when Huaxia and the Soviet Union had closer relations, the railroad originating from Jingcheng had to switch tracks once they reach the port of Manzhouli. Young master, let's go, the person picking us up is on carriage number five." Among the two guards, the slightly more robust one was speaking. His name was Long, and his leaner counterpart was called Tiger.
