Winter in the Far East comes very early, with the first snow falling in September.
Yang Mingzhi has become a repairman in the Ordnance Department of this infantry regiment. It was here that he saw the only machine tool in the entire infantry regiment.
The old master Sergei was the only one in the entire infantry regiment who could operate this machine. Due to the long supply line, some weapons had to be repaired at the army station after they were damaged.
When he saw a new guy, he even threatened to learn how to fix it. Talking more is worse than doing well, so Yang Mingzhi showed off his skills in front of Sergey.
"Comrade, can you operate the machine tool?" Sergey asked tentatively.
"Of course, of course, I can even make weapons if you want."
In his original dimension, Yang Mingzhi was the deputy engineer of the arsenal. He relied on his true talents and knowledge to climb to such a height. Drawing design drawings with a ruler has always been a piece of cake for him. In this era, these technologies It will definitely shine.
Of course, what he called manufacturing weapons was also for his own benefit. After a little time of weapon improvement work, he found that the equipment of these Soviet soldiers was indeed crude enough. But in other words, this was 1940 after all, and many new weapons had not appeared.
Instead of repairing these ancient Mosin Nagants or the slightly more advanced Maxim 1910, it is better to build something incredible by yourself.
Therefore, Yang Mingzhi became energetic. During the day, he had to repair the machine and in the evening, he had to teach the girl Yang Tao to learn Russian. At the last moment, he found paper and pen and pondered in the small factory building where the machine tool was located.
Sergey would always get himself drunk, and sometimes he would have a few drinks with this new guy.
But when he saw what Berekov had drawn on the drawing, he always felt it was unreliable.
"Comrade, what do you call this thing you drew?"
"Rocket-propelled individual grenade." The name is very long, and Yang Mingzhi explained it bit by bit.
He explained further that the rocket is put into a pipe, then ignited and launched, which can hit enemy tanks, military vehicles and even moving infantry.
This is a brand new weapon and a relatively simple problem. Yang Mingzhi observed that the machine tool currently on hand can solve most of the problems. His power comes from a nearby hydropower station, which has abundant power, so Yang Mingzhi He decided to give it a try. He knew that although he couldn't reproduce RPG7, RPG2 should still be adequate.
Speaking of what the Chinese have been most afraid of in history, it has been enemy artillery fire. So seventy years later, the Chinese Army would have a disposable rocket launcher in hand, and its powerful firepower would frighten the enemy.
As for now, Yang Mingzhi is very clear that because the Soviet army lacks effective anti-tank weapons, the infantry can only rely on anti-tank guns, or it is very dangerous to rely on soldiers to crawl over and throw cluster anti-tank grenades or missiles.
Once the RPG cult can be resurrected, then those thin-skinned German Panzer 3 and Panzer 4 tanks will all be bastards. They can even say boldly: I am not targeting your 3rd, 4th, Special 3484, and Section 2 tanks. , I mean today’s tanks, you are all rubbish.
Just do what you say, and Yang Mingzhi's words also interested the old guy Sirgai.
"Comrade, do your best. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes! Comrade Sergey, I need a lot of steel pipes, even steel pipes with seams are fine."
The current materials are not very good. Since the British can make Sten submachine guns with water pipes, it is not impossible to make RPGs with water pipes.
But it was also Yang Mingzhi's activities that the people who monitored him reported the information to the regiment headquarters, for which he had to explain to the regiment leader Pugachev.
In August 1940, the Soviet army made some adjustments. After lowering the status of the political commissar in the army, the commander of the army had more correct decision-making power. What Berekov did was very Pugachev.
Interesting, because the machine tool has been working hard and it has consumed most of the power quota, so that some soldiers complained because the light bulbs were always dim at night.
Yang Mingzhi was invited to the regiment headquarters, and Pugachev had no good expression. "Tell me. My people accuse you of wasting electricity and wasting precious steel. What weapons are you reportedly making?"
"Yes, Comrade Leader. I told you that I am a very good military engineer myself. And the weapons I am making now are weapons you have never seen before. I can say very responsibly that after the weapons are successfully made,
, even the big-brained Kovo Tank can’t resist it.”
This Chinese man has real talent and knowledge, and his existence has solved many problems of weapon improvement. He has unique skills and used a file to change the tolerances of the Mosin-Nagant bolt, and the air leakage problem is also very minor, so the soldier
They felt that the pull bolt was more comfortable and smoother, and he gained a lot of reputation for it.
Pugachev simply went to take a look in person. It happened that at noon, the girl Yang Tao was going to the small factory with food to deliver food to her brother.
"Xiao Tao, just put the food on the table." This was said in Chinese. After all, in just a few months, the girl Yang Tao had only learned some basic daily conversations.
Pugachev shrugged. This Chinese girl who came with the young man was originally a health worker, and now she is really dedicated as a nurse.
Yang Mingzhi showed his drawings and some processed parts. Pugachev could fight, but he was not very clear about the production of weapons. But he could see that this was a weapon that could fire ammunition.
"Our grenade warhead is loaded with a hollow tungsten core. After we launch the rocket, the warhead explodes when it touches the weapon. Strong pressure acts on a small hole. At the same time, the tungsten core melts at more than 3,000 degrees, and the boiling molten metal is injected.
Inside the tank, it can kill and injure the personnel inside the tank in one fell swoop, and can even cause the ammunition depot to explode."
The regiment leader was very shocked. If according to what he said, what is the point of having a tank with this kind of weapon? An ordinary soldier fires it from a long distance, and the rocket flies horizontally. One hit will paralyze a tank.
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At this moment, he suddenly realized, why does this Chinese have this knowledge? Anyway, it would only make sense if he could create it.
"Okay, Comrade Berekov, make this weapon as soon as possible."
"As ordered." Yang Mingzhi stood at attention and saluted. Now that he had the commander's order, there was no resistance to the rest of the research and development.
Because of this incident, Yang Mingzhi's food ration has also increased a lot. He has enough bread and sausages every day, as well as traditional Russian kvass. He eats well, but he still has to share more good things with his little sister.
The girl Star Tao would always run to the factory after a day's work to help her brother and learn Russian at the same time.
Intense research and development continued. Sergey asked a blacksmith to make a lot of steel pipes, and the regiment headquarters also requested some seamless steel from the division headquarters for various reasons.
As for the warhead part, it requires machine tool turning. After modification, this machine can be turned and drilled, but polishing and the like still require manual labor.
Just like the PRG2 rocket barrel of later generations, the grenade part was made according to the original plan, and the tungsten metal was obtained from an arsenal far away. Yang Mingzhi continued to develop it in this way until the Russian New Year, and the time entered 1941.
Summer is coming soon, the Soviet-German war is about to break out, and there is not much time left for Yang Mingzhi.
The current research and development progress is nearing completion, and only the details remain to be improved.
The Chinese Spring Festival has arrived, and Yang Mingzhi feels very complicated. It has been half a year since he returned to World War II, and now he has become a Soviet soldier. The only important person here is his little sister. This Chinese girl whose family has been destroyed is already
His sister, he knew that this girl couldn't live without him.
During the Spring Festival, the two of them went to the cafeteria and asked for more food.
"Eat more, the war is about to begin."
"Brother, you should eat more. If you are busy working on weapons, I am afraid that you will be tired. You are my last relative in this world."
They were said to be relatives, but in fact they had no blood relationship with her. Since she was so sure, so be it, but the war frightened the girl very much. She didn't want to see her comrades die.
"Brother, will war really happen?"
"Yes, I'm afraid some of the troops here will be transferred to Europe, and maybe our infantry regiment will also be transferred."
After Yang Mingzhi finished speaking, he noticed the change in the girl's mood. "If that happens, you will also be transferred away. And I will be kept. What will I do if you have a bad relationship with me?"
"Don't talk nonsense, sister."
It was here that Yang Mingzhi completely understood what the girl meant. "Brother, let me be your wife. I will follow you wherever you go. I don't want to stay here."
Being confessed by a girl, Yang Mingzhi was confused. It is still the Republic of China, and girls get married very early, so the 17-year-old girl Yang Tao is considered an older woman. Yang Mingzhi did not answer decisively, but patted his chest and assured: "
From now on, you will follow me, and I will be the supporter you can rely on."
It was during this time that Yang Mingzhi was also inquiring about news. He got close to the regiment leader Pugachev and came into contact with some of the latest news.
"As you Belekov said, the Germans are really making some moves. They are gathering at the border, but they are all infantry troops, and they are trying their best to create the so-called Siegfried Line of Defense."
"Commander, this is a disguise, just to paralyze the Soviet Union. War is inevitable. Germany can only invade other countries, otherwise the internal friction of the German army's millions of troops will drag it down. Their existence is destined that they must plunder barbarically. Regardless.
No matter how well-meaning the moustache releases, it is all hypocrisy, and we will be their next target."
"If this is really the case, please analyze our position once the war starts."
"We were stationed here in the Far East to guard against the Japanese attack. But the Japanese went to attack the Americans. Comrade Stalin's judgment was wrong. In fact, because of several defeats in the battle, Japan no longer had the courage to attack us in large numbers. However, the upper-level forces in the Far East
Only a small part of the millions of troops were deployed to the Eastern Front battlefield."
Pugachev heard these words. At present, it seems that this foreign Chinese is much more reliable than the group of staff officers under him. He commented on his men, except praising Dalinzi and holding on to the previous military books.
Apart from the Bible, the only other option left is drinking vodka, and this Chinese guy always has a unique idea.
He even had a longer-term vision, so Pugachev asked about the new weapons. "What kind of rocket-propelled individual grenade do you have now? How effective is it? For this, I used my connections to pay for you.
a lot of."
"It's basically completed and can be tested in a week."
"Very good." Pugachev nodded.
A week after the experiment, an old truck was placed at the test site. It was rusty, and the wheels were still usable but had been removed. At best, it was just a shell.
The test is to test the armor-breaking ability of the new weapon. The steel body of the truck is very thin. As long as the test is successful, the enemy's transport truck can easily hit it in the war.
Yang Mingzhi tested it himself. He knelt down on one knee and kissed his weapon.
The onlookers quickly backed away, including the nervous Yang Guo.
"Brother, you have to be careful."
Yang Mingzhi made a lucky gesture. He also knew very well that success or failure depended on this move. If he failed, he would be blown into countless pieces.
He held his breath and gently pulled the trigger. In an instant, a large amount of flames spurted out from the back of the steel pipe, and the warhead was successfully launched. The warhead left the steel pipe, four elastic tail fins popped out, and the entire missile flew out at a speed of 200 meters per second.
The test site is only over a hundred meters long, and the hit is instantaneous.
A violent explosion occurred, and the hot molten tungsten metal entered the truck cab along the small opening. At the same time, the strong pressure of the explosion deflated the entire impact part.
The result of the experiment was very successful. The truck was already burning. After the fire was extinguished, it was seen that the entire metal cover of the vehicle body was riddled with holes burned by molten metal.
The soldiers were shocked, and they shouted Berekov's name. This brand-new weapon appeared in this small infantry regiment under the Far East Army.
Pugachev suppressed the excitement in his heart, and the statistical results were already out, because the molten metal reached a temperature of 3,500 degrees, and no tank armor could withstand such high temperatures.
Yang Mingzhi was willing to hand over all the design technology, but when Pugachev handed over the materials, there was still no result after a month. For this reason, Yang Mingzhi also approached Pugachev, but the guy stamped his feet in anger.
"Those bureaucrats don't pay attention to new weapons. Don't they believe that our infantry regiment can create new weapons?! Or are they that the documents and materials submitted are buried in a large number of irrelevant documents?"
Yang Mingzhi believed the latter more. The red spy king Zorg had informed Moscow of the specific time of the German attack. As a result, a lot of correct information was drowned in a large amount of irrelevant information. After the war, there were reports from German defectors of the German Communist Party.
The situation is still not believed by Moscow.
Yang Mingzhi shrugged: "Comrade Commander, if the superiors are not interested in our weapons, then we can make them ourselves. I know that tungsten metal is very precious, but it can be replaced with high-energy explosives. The warhead can be scrapped with one shot just like TNT.
A tank.”
Pugachev nodded. "Okay, you go ahead and do it. I'll write you a note and you go to the munitions office to get the explosives."
While he was writing the document, he couldn't help but ask: "Berekov, how much do you predict your current weapons production capacity? I admire this kind of weapon very much. If every one of my soldiers can have one, then our anti-tank capabilities will be better."
It will be far superior to those tank regiments."
Yang Mingzhi thought for a while, "It's very tiring for me to be responsible for manufacturing alone. Maybe you can arrange some soldiers who assemble weapons as temporary workers. In this way, I think I can process thirty to fifty pieces every day."
"Okay, you go back first."
"Follow your orders, comrade leader."
Just as Yang Mingzhi turned around, he heard Pugachev shout again: "Berekov, it is dangerous to make weapons. You must be careful."
Yang Mingzhi nodded with a smile and returned to his workshop.