My Italian: Chapter 367 The Libyan Railway Conundrum

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The sun shone on the desolate earth, and the heat was unbearable. The cobblestones on the road are not much worse than the sand on the side, and they are the masters of barbecue. Not to mention the rails on the side, the heat seems to want to melt it too.

But even at such a hot moment, there are still people here.

"This daily inspection has to check to see if the road studs are reliable. This should not be sloppy, otherwise there will be a major incident."

An older road worker was talking to the younger man beside him.

The younger one pulled the scarf around his head, trying to untie it.

"Don't move, don't open it no matter how simmered you feel."

"But it was really stuffy and I felt very uncomfortable, maybe it was heatstroke."

The young man was new at first glance, and he didn't understand the power of the North African desert at all.

"Boney, hold on. There is a house two kilometers away where you can rest. There is water and a bed there. It's very comfortable."

The man named Bonnie also knew that he couldn't lie down at this time, so he answered daringly. "Okay Barondo, I think I can hold on for a while."

Under the hot sun, the two walked towards the resting place that Barondo said. To distract his attention, Barondo kept talking to Bonnie.

"Boney, where is your hometown?"

"The town of Solka in Sardinia."

"where is that?"

"23 km east of Cagliari, where we have tomatoes famous, only the paella with sorca tomatoes is the real Sardinian paella. I want to drool when I think of the paella in my hometown. Tell me You, the seafood rice in my hometown is absolutely delicious, we first pour some olive oil in the pot, stir fry the squid, shrimp, and clams, then sprinkle a little sea salt, then add tomato, onion, garlic and continue to fry, then add rice, Mix it with a large bowl of water, cook for an hour, put some lemon water and green onions before serving. I like to eat the clams inside, the clams that are soaked in juice, one mouthful, very delicious.”

Bonnie said with rapturous eyebrows and kept licking his dry lips. It seemed that he really wanted the food in his hometown.

"Okay, here we are!"

Barondo took Bonnie to open a door and led him in.

"This was originally a cavalry barracks. Due to security reasons, a platoon of cavalrymen was stationed here before. Later, when the security improved, the army left, and we took over here as a rest point for inspections."

Barondo said and pushed back the thick wood panel window. "Look, you can see more than ten kilometers around here, and the scenery is not bad. No wonder the army chose this place."

The cool and windy environment made Bonnie slow down. After uncovering the scarf that was no different from the Arabian hijab, Bonnie replied casually after looking at the heat wave outside. "not bad."

Just as a whistle sounded before, a train came galloping with the goods.

Barondo glanced at it and recognized it accurately. "This is the Nickelodeon III heavy-duty steam locomotive. The two locomotives add up to 12,000 horsepower, and they basically carry forty freight cars. Driving this train is really a pain in this hot weather."

Barondo was right, when the train approached, the long carriages behind the two locomotives were filled with iron ore. This train of iron ore is about 1,000 tons, and it can be seen at least ten or twenty times a day.

"Barondo, may I ask how many years have you been here?"

"Let me think. I was transferred from Naples in August 1891, and it's been exactly five years now."

Barondo gestured with five fingers, talking about the time of his arrival.

Bonnie looked at Barondo, who was full of vicissitudes, and continued to ask. "Then do you regret it?"

"What's there to regret, although staying here for five years makes me look like ten years older, but the salary is high. I don't believe that you are not here for the high salary. Besides, you are much better now than I was then. At that time, the railway was not fully connected, and field patrols were still dangerous. At that time, we still needed to carry our rifles for self-defense. We were more tired and the food was not good. The bread was all brown bread. I have been besieged by the natives, and dozens have died."

Barondo's words made Bonnie excited.

"However, those indigenous people didn't feel well. At that time, the military was furious. Under the pursuit, more than 200 thugs were arrested and more than 300 were killed."

"What happened to the captured thugs?"

"What else can be done, those with lives in their hands are hanged, and those without lives are dragged to repair railways and mine mining, and they will use the rest of their lives to atone for their sins."

"So, it was dangerous here before?"

"It's not too dangerous. I haven't heard any news about the attack in the past three years. Maybe those natives who dared to be hostile to us died in the desert."

Time passed slowly in the chat between the two, and the desert at dusk, with the long railway passing through it, made people feel comfortable for a while.

As the night deepened, the two of them who were tired soon started snoring.

The two of them could sleep soundly, but one couldn't.

Belumeb, the general manager of the Libyan Railway Company, didn't feel sleepy at all while looking at the information in front of him.

"The railway in the Jufra section needs to be overhauled due to the sinking of the railway, and the rail loss in the Soda Gobi section is serious and needs to be renovated. The loss of the whole section of the railway is twice as high as expected, and it is estimated that it will take another four to five years~www.mtlnovel.com~ The railway It's time to renovate, how can you tell Rome."

What made Belumebo head big was that the technicians of the railway company found that the Sousse railway in Libya, which specially carried iron ore, was very seriously damaged and its service life was greatly shortened.

Well, it seems that the Italian technicians underestimated the environmental difficulty when designing the railway, which had such serious consequences.

As a qualified general manager of a railway company, Beilu Maber certainly knows the seriousness of this matter. But he really can't blame him for this. Although the cost of this railway is as high as 118 million lire, the design is also expected to transport 3.5-4.5 million tons of iron ore a year.

However, in view of the high quality of Sabha iron ore and its inexpensive price (tariff factor), the demand for its iron ore has increased greatly. On the other side of the Sabha mining area, production has also increased.

One more thing to say here, the Sabha mining area is currently the most modern mining area in Italy, and it has basically achieved full electric production. This is also due to the discovery of a small coal mine 60 kilometers south of the mining area. Although it is only some lignite, it is more than enough to generate electricity.

While the output of the Sabha mining area has increased significantly, the railway company must also increase the transportation volume. Since last year, iron ore shipments by railway companies have increased month by month. Last month, the port shipped 510,000 tons of iron ore, according to the port of Sirte. This is the effort to produce 6 million tons per year.

Therefore, this railway is seriously damaged, and it is really not something he can decide.

But no matter what he did, it was not easy. Because dumping the pot is not unique to China, and Italy will not fall behind.

Belumebo's headache may follow him for a long time.

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