The dinner was very ordinary, nothing more than bread and potatoes. ≧ ≯≯ Yang Mingzhi was not picky about food, and now it was very good to have this. He noticed that people eating in the canteen also ate this.
However, some of them caught his attention. These people were given more food than ordinary people.
"Those dozen soldiers, are they doing a lot of physical labor?" Yang Mingzhi asked Yevlov.
"Yes, yes, the digging of the cellar for storing food and ammunition has begun."
Yevlov took the opportunity to introduce it. It turned out that in order to better store supplies, it was best to dig a cave. The target was a small soil slope not far from the blacksmith village. It was more like a hill, with an altitude of only a hundred meters at most.
The slopes are covered with trees, which are quite prosperous, and the forest is mostly humus.
"We have discussed a lot before about moving the base camp to a safer place. We have already decided that this is the core of the future," Yevlov said.
"So we start taking action now?"
"Yes! It's now. Excavating and building warehouses are preliminary preparations, and then we can build new houses."
Yang Mingzhi nodded and asked: "These should be managed by our political commissar comrades. You and I are mainly responsible for the military."
"Yes, I am the person in charge." Fuming, who had been silent for a long time, said immediately. "Don't worry, Berekov. I know you are particularly concerned about the affairs of our army, but you are still recovering from your injuries.
Enjoy your free time. We will take care of all the trouble."
"How can it be possible that you are all responsible?" Yang Mingzhi muttered in a low voice, leaving this matter alone for the time being and going to the construction site tomorrow to take a look.
In the cafeteria, Yevlov asked about the artillery, and he got Yang Mingzhi's answer - there was no problem in making the anti-tank gun, all the materials were available, the only thing missing was an engineering blueprint.
"How to make weapons, none of you can compare to me." Yang Mingzhi looked confident. He deserves everyone's trust.
"That's right, that's right. You still draw the drawings, just like the weapons you invented. I think you can make another contribution this time." Yevlov complimented.
Yang Mingzhi was really immodest. After dinner, he and his wife returned to their assigned dormitory.
His left arm was injured. If he moved it, he would suffer unbearable pain. For the time being, he continued to tie it around his neck. The oil lamp had been lit by his wife. In front of him was a desk, kraft paper and pencil. Because of the pen
The perineal ink must never be used, and the kraft paper is actually very precious, so it cannot be wasted. A piece of statistical material is also placed on the table, which is the various data of the artillery.
Looking at my watch, it's already eight o'clock in the evening.
"Okay, I'll start working now." He declared to himself and started to work. The first step was to read the document.
At this time, Star Tao, as a wife, is trying hard to share the worries of her husband. Russian beds have always been narrow in style. Even in the time of Peter the Great, the monarch's couch was so narrow that he always fell off the bed.
Starfruit slept on a clay kang when she was young. How could she tolerate a narrow bed?
She is now the wife of the deputy division commander, and her words have considerable weight.
Yang Mingzhi noticed that this girl was discussing something with a few soldiers outdoors. After a while, he saw the soldiers carrying new beds into the house, making quite a noise.
"What's going on, you people, please pay attention, I'm working!" Yang Mingzhi couldn't stand the noise, and his words were somewhat scolding.
"Sorry, sir!" A soldier saluted, "We are also thinking about your health."
Yang Mingzhi stopped working for a while and saw a few soldiers putting three wooden beds together. He immediately understood what was going on, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth. "That girl, you are quite thoughtful."
In Yang Mingzhi's opinion, drawing a drawing is very simple. The data parameters of the 37-gun cannon are recorded clearly. He only needs to shoot a gun mount. The most critical point is the center of gravity. After all, this gun is
There is still a certain gap between tank guns and general combat defense guns.
After two hours of hard work, the design plan finally came to fruition.
"What, do you want to rest while leaning on the chair? Or have you finished your work?" asked Yang Tao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
Yang Mingzhi yawned loudly and slowly put down the pencil. "I'm done. Give the drawings to Liguschkov tomorrow. We just have to wait for him to build the thing."
"That's the case. Then you should quickly wash up and rest."
Yang Tao deliberately said a few more words in a charming voice, and her gentle words made Yang Mingzhi feel itchy. If she was alive and kicking without any injuries, and she kept talking like this, she would not be able to decisively pounce on her, and there would be another deep-seated love.
Caress?
However, a good man is also capable of paying attention to his belt. No matter how beautiful his wife is, it is better to save worries under such difficult conditions. Yang Mingzhi wiped his face and said a few words to the soldiers who were watching the night. Then he entered the room.
door and blow out the oil lamp.
When he woke up, Yang Mingzhi looked around, where was that lovely girl? Could it be that the girl got up early again and went to wash up in advance.
Yang Mingzhi sat up slowly and saw that the drawings on the table had been folded and seemed to have been touched. He was shocked because these drawings were of daily importance.
Yang Mingzhi immediately got up, put on his clothes simply, and stood in front of the table. There was a small piece of paper on the table, which said in Russian: Husband, I wake up first. I will go to the cafeteria to get some food.
You continue to rest.
It turned out to be like this, and Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but smile happily. This girl treated the important drawings as an official document, folded it like a normal official document, and put it together with the pile of data files from yesterday's statistics.
"Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao, if you lived in my time, I could let you be my secretary." Yang Mingzhi quickly packed up the documents and stood at the door for a while to smoke a cigarette.
While puffing away at the cigarette with his hand, Yang Mingzhi suddenly realized that his attitude towards cigarettes had also changed.
During the war years, cigarettes and alcohol were the best way to relieve the stress of soldiers. The life of the Soviet army was not as good as that of the German army, and even worse than that of the US military. Americans could drink Coke on the front line, but the Soviet army still drank plain water. There was only a small amount of Soviet Union.
Military officers could receive coke from the United States, but even Zhukov had to pour it into a kettle and drink it secretly.
Logistical disadvantages caused Soviet soldiers to always want to find some good things on the enemy's corpses. Especially cigarettes and wine, preferably French wine. These supplies could be hidden and not turned over. The soldiers found cigarette packs.
With cigars, they often start puffing away immediately.
Smoking a cigarette makes people fall into silence. Yang Mingzhi is no longer too lazy to care about anything harmful to health. Although he claims to be a guy blessed by gods and Buddhas, a bullet can still kill him. If you can enjoy it, enjoy it.
, he noticed that several guards were also watching eagerly, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy.
"I remember seeing you yesterday. Being a guard can be boring sometimes. Come over here and give you a few cocks."
Soon, Star Tao returned with a basket and some pieces of toast, and saw her husband, who was smoking a cigarette, chatting and laughing with some guards.
"Brother, you are really leisurely. Come over here and have something to eat. You have something very important to do later." Star Tao said and put the basket on the ground and put a piece of bread into her husband's hand.
"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. Fight well in the future and don't be timid. Remember, bullets are more likely to hit cowards."
After hearing the instruction, several soldiers immediately saluted the military salute, and he left as he had his own business to do.
Breakfast was very casual. Yang Mingzhi just ate bread with cold water, and the same was true for his wife. This little man also gnawed on the bread in a decent manner, and it looked delicious. In fact, it was just ordinary toast, and it looked delicious.
Some miscellaneous grains are added, so-called food saving. In fact, compared to Lao Maozi's black bread, or even the black bread with sawdust added during the siege of Leningrad, the taste and quality are simply superior.
Even though this thing is still very rough, apart from filling your stomach, the biggest advantage is probably that it makes going to the toilet a lot easier.
In the morning after eating, Yang Mingzhi immediately took action, took away all the documents, and took his wife straight to Liguschkov's place, the arms production workshop.
The Soviet Union had long ago established an eight-hour work system, and later the People's Republic of China also learned from them. Workers started working at eight in the morning, finished at twelve, continued working at two in the afternoon, and finished at six in the afternoon.
Liguschkov went earlier and selected several experienced workers to take over the construction of anti-tank guns.
Yang Mingzhi arrived at eight o'clock exactly, and the workers had been waiting for a long time. In a wooden factory building, tanks and guns were placed calmly on the ground. Yang Mingzhi handed the drawings to Liguschkov. "I have finished it, and there is nothing left to do."
The work is yours. I will give you three days, and you can complete it."
Liguschkov took the drawing and looked at it briefly. The deputy division commander was worthy of being a professional, and the drawings were very standard. Each part was marked with parameters, as if he was a talent from a large factory like Kirov Factory.
However, Liguschkov wanted to express himself more. After seeing the drawings, he immediately promised: "I don't need three days, just two days, not counting today. We will give you a satisfactory result the night after tomorrow."
"
He was so confident that Yang Mingzhi nodded. "Okay, you can figure it out yourself. I'm not worried about you cutting corners at all. Anyway, after the artillery is completed, we still have to fire the test. And I also have some requirements regarding the ammunition."
"Oh? The ammunition is still in Catfish Village. What else does the deputy division commander have to ask for?"
"Of course, I hope to replace the explosive in the artillery shells with picric acid to maximize the lethality." Yang Mingzhi believes that the 37mm artillery shell cannot be used as an infantry artillery shell because it is too powerful. Either use a large-caliber heavy artillery.
, or make improvements on explosives. Picric acid is undoubtedly the best choice at the moment.
Liguschkov nodded in agreement, because in theory it is completely feasible. "As long as the deputy division commander can transport all the artillery shells, all ordinary artillery shells can be modified."
"It will be soon." Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but patted this man on the shoulder, "Comrade, the division headquarters will be moved here in the future. Similarly, the army's ammunition depot will also be set up here. The performance of your military workers will be very important in the future.
Whether we can win the battle or not depends largely on you."
This is a heavy burden, and it is also the trust of the troops. Liguschkov knows that verbal guarantees are worse than actions. His heart is already burning with passion, and he must start a production frenzy. (To be continued.) 8