Wang Xuexin returned to Honggou Village at around three o'clock in the morning the next day.
This is also thanks to Wang Xuexin's engineer shovel. This shovel can be used to open roads when encountering thorns and shrubs on mountain roads. When encountering rivers, it can be used to cut down trees and build bridges. When traveling to high cliffs, it can be used as a flying claw. Soldiers also use it to heat pancakes on the way.
Satisfy hunger...
Pancakes were a dry food item often carried by the Eighth Route Army, but they were often frozen as hard as rocks in this icy and snowy environment. Not only were they extremely difficult to eat, but they also made people shiver when they swallowed them, as if they had swallowed ice cubes.
If this happened before, the soldiers would only recognize it.
You still need a pan to bake pancakes. If you bake them directly on the fire, the outside will be burnt before the inside is hot.
It's not a problem now.
The engineer puts a shovel on the fire and bakes the cakes as desired.
The instructor spread out the pancakes and said with a smile: "Comrade Wang Xuexin, have you ever been a savage in the mountains? You know what you need and you put them all together?"
The monk was stuffing a piece of hot pancake into his mouth like he was gobbling it down. After hearing this, he added vaguely: "He is a savage in the mountains? That's not a good idea. Someone has to follow him!"
The soldiers roared with laughter.
After all, the Independent Regiment had been training at the headquarters for a period of time, and Su Xin's matter was not a secret to them.
Wang Xuexin just smiled indifferently.
It's not that he didn't know what the soldiers were talking about, but he was a top student with a bright future, but he was stuck on the battlefield all day long, with today and no tomorrow, so it wasn't appropriate.
The instructor cut the baked cake with the edge of another engineer shovel, handed half of it to Sun Ming, and said: "Here, Adjutant Sun. The conditions in our Eighth Route Army are poor. Those who have a stutter will be good. You can follow us."
Suffer!"
"Where are you talking?" Sun Ming took the cake and put it into his mouth without hesitation, and then said "um": "It tastes good, and it can also warm you up!"
The soldiers laughed again, saying that this was Sun Ming's white lie.
Dun didn't know that Sun Ming really thought the pancakes tasted good at this time.
He had eaten this kind of pancake before when he was dealing with the Eighth Route Army. It had a musty smell, not even a hint of oil, and was dry and hard to swallow.
But now, he found that there was a faint fragrance inside, and after chewing it carefully, there was a hint of sweetness. After swallowing it, he felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment and satisfaction.
Sun Ming himself didn't know why this happened.
Is this feeling because of the cake itself, the victory in the battle, or the respectable and admirable people who eat the cake together?
When he returned to Honggou Village, Wang Xuexin found that Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were waiting with guards at the entrance of the village in the cold wind.
As soon as he saw Wang Xuexin and others coming back, Li Yunlong happily greeted him. He smiled and patted Wang Xuexin on the shoulder, punched the monk, and then held Sun Ming's hand and shook it heavily.
"Comrades!" Li Yunlong waved his hand and said proudly: "I want to tell you some good news. Our army's rocket launcher battalion has destroyed the Japanese Yuncheng Airport! The Japanese's two hundred aircraft were canceled before they could play a big role.
!”
The soldiers immediately raised their guns and cheered, and many soldiers even hugged each other with excitement. Many of them were soldiers of the Shanxi-Sui Army.
At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten their different identities and positions.
"Come on!" Li Yunlong waved to the soldiers: "Don't stay outside the house. In order to reward you for winning a big battle, I am so proud today that I killed the pig raised by the regiment.
It’s served with pork stewed vermicelli!”
The soldiers cheered again, and then rushed towards the house.
Pork was extremely rare during the Anti-Japanese War, and even the commander rarely had it during difficult times. This time, Li Yunlong was willing to serve it for the reconnaissance company, which was really a generous act.
Li Yunlong said this: "It's different this time! This time we are flying airplanes. Usually, only airplanes bully us, and we can't even get a hair out of it. This time, I was so relieved that I blew up two hundred dollars in one go."
Many more fights! If anyone comes here again, I will kill a pig!"
Wang Xuexin couldn't help but cursed after hearing this: "Here I go, two hundred planes are only worth one pig?"
But this pork is so damn delicious.
Since arriving in this time and space, Wang Xuexin has almost never tasted oil.
At this moment, he took a big bite of the half-fat, half-lean pork... There was an endless fragrance and endless aftertaste. Wang Xuexin was so moved that he almost shed tears.
Just as the Eighth Route Army was celebrating its victory, Kenichi Akiyama hurried to the military headquarters with a piece of information.
Akiyama Kenichi was a little afraid of Okamura Neji.
Because he saw murderous intent in Okamura Neji's eyes, the murderous intent directed at Kenichi Akiyama.
Akiyama Kenichi believed that if he could no longer research anything useful, he would probably be forced to have a caesarean section to apologize.
Kenichi Akiyama knows why.
The reason is the weapons expert nicknamed "Little Northeast", a weapons expert of the Eighth Route Army.
Okamura Neiji must be thinking: If a researcher at the Imperial Arms Manufacturing Institute is not as good as an Eighth Route Army weapons expert, then there is no point for this researcher to live in the world.
The frustrating thing is that Akiyama Kenichi also thinks there is nothing wrong with this idea.
The problem is that no matter how hard Akiyama Kenichi tries, he can't find a way to deal with these weapons.
Until now...
Kenichi Akiyama excitedly handed a picture to Okamura Neiji and explained: "Your Majesty Lieutenant General, after my test, the Eighth Route Army's 'spray-in' bomb' against tanks has an armor penetration depth of only about 20mm, which is about 20mm.
It can blow up our tanks!"
Okamura Neiji asked coldly: "Isn't this enough? Do you want to increase the armor thickness of the tank?"
This is obviously unrealistic.
Increasing the armor thickness not only requires a large amount of steel, but also increases the weight and affects the tank's mobility. More importantly, it increases the burden on the engine and causes failure.
"Yes!" Kenichi Akiyama replied: "Your Majesty Lieutenant General, of course we cannot directly increase the armor thickness, but... why don't we increase the armor thickness in another way?"
"What do you mean?" Okamura Neji asked.
"It's very simple!" Kenichi Akiyama replied: "The 'spray bomb' of the Eighth Route Army mainly uses the shock wave of the warhead explosion to penetrate the armor. We only need to hang some small sandbags on the outside of the tank armor... I have tested it and they can effectively weaken it.
It has armor-piercing capabilities, and this small sandbag costs almost nothing and can be made from local materials!”
Okamura Neji nodded after hearing this, and then his expression turned kind: "Very good, Akiyama-kun! I hope it can play a role in the next battle! Keep working hard!"