Chapter nine hundred and seventy-six people who fight at night
When she was in China, Liu Hongxiu ate pickled radishes a lot. The conditions at that time were difficult, and the staple food was usually limited brown rice, and the shortage was supplemented by sorghum rice and even sweet potatoes.
Because of the enemy's blockade, people don't eat much salt. The precious salt is usually used for pickling vegetables, pickled radishes being the most common.
This meal reminded her of China, and the big sister in front of her made her even more delusional...
Everything was as expected by Yang Tao. The starved kitten lost all her resistance to delicious food. Her belly felt as if she was pregnant. She finished eating the bread cubes and a bowl and a half of mutton soup.
That's a big rice bowl for the Soviets! Moreover, this soup is just like a pot of thick stew, and it especially caters to the taste habits of Belarus - it is very sour.
When Yang Tao left, Liu Hongxiu had covered herself with a blanket and continued to rest. She slowly closed the door.
"Brother! What are you doing now? Will it be boring without me? If you are working, don't go to bed too late..."
With thoughts of her husband, Yang Tao rubbed her belly and devoted herself to her night's work.
As an important doctor, Yang Tao will not be idle in the next few days. The wounded and sick may have emergencies at any time, and the most troublesome are the seriously wounded. These wounded soldiers often boast that they have recovered well, so their bodies are in chaos.
Violent shaking of the injured limb can cause the wound to crack. For these injured people, the best way is to monitor them frequently.
Star Tao could only take naps occasionally during the night shift. When he stayed until late at night, he would set up a small bed in the large ward and sleep with the sick and wounded.
She is so busy, and so is Yang Mingzhi.
On the night of May 5, an oil lamp was always on at the Army Group Headquarters.
After talking to Peronisky and Medvedev, Yang Mingzhi still had to write some documents himself. The time quietly passed midnight, and the rustling sound of the pen across his fingertips had not stopped.
The commander-in-chief is sitting in the main office of the headquarters. The people on duty could have dozed off, but now their eyes are staring like owls.
The staff members have summarized the documents required for the meeting, and Yang Mingzhi should sit back and relax.
The reason why he is still so busy is simply because he has another good idea.
The working place can be anywhere as long as there is paper and pen.
He was sitting at a small square table. Sorkina, who was on duty, was worried about her superior. From time to time, she picked up the teapot and refilled it, and curiously looked at what the superior had written.
What are the drawings he wrote? Sorkina has no idea at all. Some are hieroglyphs like Chinese characters, and some look like mechanical structural diagrams. They seem to be a new weapon?
She returned to the duty room and woke up Sophia who was lying on her stomach (all four girls taken away from the mining area were sent to the telegraph room to study).
"Hey! What's going on? The chief is here to check?" Because she scared herself, Sophia immediately sat upright.
"The chief didn't come to check! Besides, the chief is still working hard, how can you take a nap?"
"No way! I can't stand it anymore, why do I have to work the night shift! Even running with a gun on my shoulder is better than this!"
"It's too late to say anything. Our current signal soldiers are much happier than fighting on the front line!" Sorkina pushed her.
"No! Front-line combat is easier than this!" Sophia rolled her eyes at her comrades, "I know that our old battalion commander went with the army and not a single sister in our battalion died! In the entire battle, we didn't make many sacrifices! Those battles where we sacrificed
It’s just bad luck!”
"Maybe! This time it was our commander who led the team to fight such a beautiful battle. If I were asked to participate, I might not be able to persist. It only took nine days to march more than 200 kilometers. I would rather endure the sleepiness and work the night shift."
After chattering for a few words, Sorkina immediately talked about what she had just seen. "Hey! I just saw the commander drawing something strange again. It might be a new type of weapon. I saw that the thing was a tube, but it had wings.
Could it be that it’s a kind of airplane?”
"Silly girl, I think you are so sleepy that your eyesight is blurred!" Sophia couldn't bear it after all. She stared at the code book during the day, and when it got dark, she got another order to stick to the radio station until the sun rose, euphemistically calling it for the future.
Long-term duty practice.
Sorkina's ideological consciousness was very high. She tried hard to stay awake, but Sofia saw it and said: "Anna, I think you should lie down and rest for a while! This is simply our telegraph squad leader torturing us!"
"Why is this torture? Holding on to the radio station is a glorious and arduous task. We don't know when our superiors or friendly forces will send a telegram. As long as the telegram calls, there must be a sober telegraph operator here to accept it!"
"So you choose us?" Sofia, who was lying on her back, turned her face sideways with only one eye exposed. "We are obviously beginners, but the monitor put us here, either out of trust or just for his own safety.
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In fact, she is right to say that. What level is she? Sorkina asked herself, if she wants to be an excellent telegraph operator, she must at least memorize the code book. This is not just a numeric code with 32 Russian letters, a code name
The exact meaning of the translated words requires a second level of translation, and this is the most troublesome.
In fact, she doesn't need to do a good job in the second-level translation, because the translation can be done slowly. Sorkina wants to prove her strong strength to her beloved commander, and translates the second-level word code
Can be recited with enthusiasm.
The words of the two girls could not disturb Yang Mingzhi at work at all.
He also thought of a way to enhance the comprehensive strength of rocket launchers on a whim. What he was doing were some sketches, but what he was researching was the current cutting-edge technology.
A 155 mm caliber heavy artillery can hit the shells fifteen kilometers away. If you want to shoot farther, you need a larger caliber, a higher magnification and a thicker gun. Perhaps only the "ship gun ashore"
Black technology.
Yang Mingzhi knew that the main gun of a battleship with a caliber of more than 300 millimeters could hit the shells 30 kilometers away, and the Soviet coastal turrets on the Savastopol front line, where the fierce fighting was currently taking place, could hit an area with a radius of 44 kilometers. The German army
These huge threats should have been eliminated, and the method they used can be described as tit for tat - large-caliber train guns.
However, the range of artillery is limited to this. Therefore, after this world war, the development of long-range firepower in various countries took two paths: strategic bombers and rockets.
Conventional rocket launchers are no longer something like the Katyusha, which has a maximum range of eight kilometers and low accuracy. Conventional rocket launchers from various countries can even fly four hundred kilometers, let alone intercontinental missiles that can fly fourteen thousand kilometers.
Due to limited conditions, Yang Mingzhi knew that it would be difficult for him to build a rocket launcher that was too powerful. What he was developing was a magical modification of a rocket launcher like the Katyusha. How to use limited thrust to make the projectile fly farther, he already had the means.
.This method must be effective. In order to achieve tactical effects, the aerodynamic layout of the missile body also needs to be changed, and Yang Mingzhi knows this well.