Star Tao went to Natasha's house and she had returned from training. Although Natasha was very happy after becoming a hero, she still tried hard to maintain a normal heart.
As a sniper, he must be the target of hatred by the enemy. With just one person and a rifle with a scope, as long as the shooter is accurate enough, he can complete the sniper kill at a distance that is beyond the combat range of ordinary infantry. At this time,
But don't be stupid. If you don't hide at this time, you will be named and sniped one by one. If you lie down on the ground and hide, you will be shot if you are exposed.
Natasha knows better than anyone else that her situation will only be more dangerous in future battles.
But what can she, a girl, do? No one can escape this war, including newborn babies.
Star Tao lightly arrived at Natasha's house with her hands behind her back. At the moment, Natasha was the only one at home. She had just completed her daily shooting training. This was to ensure that her marksmanship remained superb.
She was very happy about the visit of her good friend, and immediately poured a glass of warm water and brought it to her.
"Oh, I'm really thirsty." Star Tao smiled and took the water glass, and then the two of them sat side by side on Natasha's narrow bed.
"Today you only did running exercises at the airport and then went home. It seemed that the deputy division commander was treating a guest, so I asked about the smell of delicious food." Natasha asked curiously.
"Your nose is very sensitive. Yes, they must be discussing something important, so I, an idle person, will come out."
"It's such an important thing, why is your wife afraid to be there?" Natasha shook her head.
The meeting between Yang Mingzhi and Rosakov continued. At the same time, Natasha's younger brother Kostya came back after finishing the course, carrying a small cloth schoolbag.
In this child's view, he now has two sisters and a respectable uncle. He is only eight years old and is already fully aware of the situation he is in. In order not to cause trouble to the adults, Kostya is not naughty at all and plays well in the group.
He also became an ordinary student in the primary school that was urgently established on the farm.
The teachers were ready, a few female Communist Youth League members who had infiltrated from the east. They were very young and responded to the leader's call to enter enemy-occupied areas. They risked their lives to find the guerrillas and immediately joined them.
Of course, these precious intellectuals cannot be wasted as cannon fodder on the front line of the battle. Most of the vast Communist Youth League group are college students or have just graduated.
Girls usually work as teachers and nurses, and some are hired by Yelentina as copywriters. Boys tend to go to the blacksmith village, where they are directly engaged in the design and production of weapons.
Kostya is a very cute little boy, and Yang Tao's natural love for children was immediately aroused. There was laughter and laughter at Natasha's house, and the three of them played happily until Yang Mingzhi's affairs were finished.
On the other hand, the meeting between Yang Mingzhi and Rosakov ended, and the sun was setting. The beautiful day was about to enter night again. By now, Yang Mingzhi had collected a lot of detailed materials about the blocking battle. As the saying goes, details determine success or failure.
Roshakov's suggestion that he hopes to equip RPG weapons again to make up for the lack of individual anti-armor capabilities must be considered immediately.
"Alas! Rocket-propelled grenades cannot be made unless Liguschkov's skills are excellent." Yang Mingzhi sighed, sorted out his notes, and picked out the key parts.
His mind is now full of RPG matters.
That was in the past in the Far East, and it took a lot of twists and turns to make this kind of weapon myself. First of all, the structure of the tube and trigger parts is very simple, but the trouble is still the grenade itself.
After all, it is a rocket-propelled grenade, a weapon that was born four years earlier than its original history.
Panzerfaust anti-tank grenade, this is considered the first RPG weapon. Its advent forced the Soviet army to step up the development of new ones, but it was abandoned because it was too difficult to use. During the war, the Soviet army also captured a lot of Panzerfaust and Faust equipment.
Anti-tank weapons.
The RPG that Yang Mingzhi copied and developed was the RPG2 originally equipped by the Soviet army after World War II. Its overall performance was very average, but it was the founder of various subsequent models.
After the war, with the advent of main battle tanks whose firepower, horsepower and protection were greatly improved, RPG weapons had to continue to be improved and upgraded. Until they were completely useless and replaced by various anti-tank missiles with astonishing power, then
This weapon is classified as a rocket.
So, how to recreate an RPG in this terrible environment of Pripet Swamp?
Or should we simply imitate something like the Iron Fist that the Germans later invented?
Yang Mingzhi forgot about time. He sat blankly in front of the desk and thought. He held a pencil in his right hand and began to draw some random sketches on the kraft paper.
Because this rocket-propelled grenade is composed of a caliber howitzer warhead and a rocket-propelled tail. This tail should also have a tail fin that can be safely ejected.
The rocket's booster agent is not a problem at all, because black powder is more suitable for propulsion than being made into explosives. Rocket propulsion can be achieved by filling black powder into a cylinder smaller than the caliber of the launch tube.
Okay. This seems very simple, but the key is still how to maintain flight stability. In this regard, the tail fin is really indispensable! It must be inserted into the launch tube together with the gunpowder tube, and be able to bounce off after firing. Only in this way can it be guaranteed
It flew smoothly instead of shaking and falling to the ground after exiting the launch tube.
"Damn! How can I ensure that this damn grenade doesn't move around! Do I have to get rifling for it?! It's really ridiculous, unless that Liguschkov can find a way to solve the tail problem! In other aspects of design and manufacturing, he
It must be done too!”
Yang Mingzhi thought that the bag was too big, but he didn't know that his thoughts had already passed the meal time.
Yang Tao has been waiting impatiently, but her husband has ordered that unless he comes to find her in person. In this regard, of course, as his wife, she must obey her husband. After all, Yang Tao is a person of this era, and is almost instinctively more dependent in thought.
her man.
Now that it was time for dinner, Star Tao stopped waiting. She went to the cafeteria with Natasha and her brother, and it was in this cafeteria that she unexpectedly met Roshakov.
This person obviously ended the conversation. Yang Tao walked to the dining table where he was sitting and asked directly: "Comrade Battalion Commander, my husband is still at home and the oil lamps are lit. What is he doing?"
Doing something."
Rosakov was stunned. He had almost never spoken to the officer's wife. The short and slender man in front of him actually spoke a very good Eastern dialect. According to his age, Rosakov was older than Yang Mingzhi. In his opinion,
, this girl will soon be her own daughter.
Rosakov scratched his head and said: "The deputy division commander didn't go out. Maybe he was thinking about some issues. It was about some weapons. The discussion I had with him today was about weapons. Now he has not come to eat.
Just bring him a few pieces of bread."
Yang Tao understood it all at once. Her husband was always doing research day and night. The drawings he drew were so exquisite that he could only understand part of them. It was as if he was a descendant of the Mohist family and had been focusing on making machines.
After getting this information, she could get more dinner when she received it. Because she was the wife of the deputy division commander, she had some privileges. Furthermore, Yang Tao was also a fighting hero, so the aunt in the cafeteria did not hesitate to stuff more.
Leba gave him slices of bread and told him: "Berekov is very important to us. You must take good care of him. When necessary..."
These old women were also very vulgar, and Carambola was naturally experienced in many battles. She looked a little shy this time and quickly took away the food.
"We have been married for more than a year, but we have no children. This is his insistence, but is this really right?" On the way home, Yang Tao couldn't help but think. If there had been no war, he would have been married by now in his hometown, of course.
Another person, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, became a young mother holding her child.
In fact, Yang Tao never told her husband that she had a past in her hometown. Originally, her father had already prepared to marry her off. As a daughter, she had no right to choose. At that time, she was ignorant and could simply accept it.
But if the engagement and proposal of marriage remain verbal, disaster will strike.
Almost all her family members were killed, and she started a new life. When she passed through Heilongjiang, her life changed again.
Standing at the door of my current home, there is my man inside the door.
"Forget it! Let's go in directly. He is a good man with principles, just listen to his arrangements."
Yang Tao slowly opened the door, and she was surprised to find that her husband had fallen asleep on the desk. Sometimes a grown man can be like a child. Yang Tao took off the coat hanging on the wall with concern and slowly put it on
on the husband.
This move woke up Yang Mingzhi, and he slowly opened his eyes. "Come back! What time is it now! Tell me."
"It's already seven o'clock in the evening." Yang Tao said.
"That's right! I fell asleep accidentally."
Yang Mingzhi cheered up and looked at his wife in front of him. She was very beautiful. She was dressed like an ordinary Russian woman. The difference was that she had a delicate little face, and there were some slices of bread in the basket she was carrying. He immediately all
After understanding, he stood up and took the basket from his wife. Hungry prompted him to eat casually immediately, and said casually, "Honey, please boil some water now. Wipe yourself and wash your feet later. I have to go to bed early tonight."
, I have to go to the blacksmith village tomorrow."
"Blacksmith Village?" Yang Tao asked curiously, "What are you going to do there? Oh, it must be military affairs."
Yang Mingzhi sat down on the bed slightly slovenly, like a lazy guy. "It's almost about military affairs, about the weapon I first made. That's the weapon we became famous for, and you know it. So I want to
Recreate it."
Yang Tao is very familiar with RPGs, with their powerful power, sturdy appearance, and reliable actual combat performance. If the Anti-Japanese Alliance could build this back then, would the little devils still be rampant, and could their entire army be annihilated?
Yang Mingzhi continued: "I will go to the Blacksmith Village tomorrow, and I may have to stay there for a while. So you must follow me and take care of my daily life, and by the way, you can also be my assistant."
Of course Yang Tao is willing to such an arrangement. Besides, the living environment in Blacksmith Village is better than that in Catfish Village.
"Okay! It's all up to you. I'll boil the water right now." (To be continued.) 8