The meeting on May 6th ended. As usual, the participating representatives went to the cafeteria for dinner. Everyone was greeted with a sumptuous dinner of wine and meat.
Because Kabisky mentioned that people dug potatoes because they were hungry, Yang Mingzhi instantly lost his mind to drink. He declined Yevlov and Fomin with the excuse that he was still busy with work, and then gave orders in a commanding tone.
Liguschkov and Ivanov were taken away.
The three of them walked side by side on the dirt road paved with cinders, heading towards the arsenal.
At night, the machines in the key workshops of the arsenal were still roaring, and Yang Mingzhi suddenly realized that it seemed that these steam lathes had not stopped for several months. The workers were either working two or three shifts, and it was these lathes that did not rest. Fortunately, they
It is very sturdy and of high quality, so it is not "tired to death".
He estimated that as long as these lathes were not bombed by the Germans, they would have no problem fighting for another few decades.
Yang Mingzhi took the lead, followed by the other two.
They saw that the chief was holding the briefcase tightly, and they were full of curiosity and anxiety. Could it be that there was a problem with the rocket launcher's output, and he was going to get angry?
The three of them came to Liguschkov's office. Because they hadn't eaten yet, everyone was in poor spirits.
Yang Mingzhi casually moved a chair and sat down, motioned Liguschkov, who was standing, to return to his seat at his desk, and handed over the document package.
"Eh? Sir, this document bag?" Liguschkov was a little surprised, but out of respect, he did not dare to unbutton the bag without permission.
"Don't worry, you can open it and take a look! And you, Comrade Ivanov, please take a look with him. This is the research sketch for my homework!"
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These drawings were drawn with only a pen. Yang Mingzhi had the ability to draw without a ruler. In the eyes of professionals like Liguschkov, the drawings were still rough enough.
There were a large number of hieroglyphic annotations on the map. He knew they were Chinese characters but knew nothing about them. However, there were also some Russian words and a large number of internationally accepted symbols on the map.
This information alone was enough. Liguschkov was a little confused at first, but as he watched, a smile appeared on his face. Finally, he was so excited that he forgot about being hungry.
Yang Mingzhi looked at him confidently and asked: "How is it? Do you understand?"
"I understand! I understand!"
"What on earth do you understand?" The only person who doesn't understand here is Ivanov. He is a chemical expert and knows very little about machinery.
Liguschkov knew that his moment of pride had come, and said without hesitation: "My chemistry professor, this is Comrade Commander's major improvement on the rocket launcher! Look at this drawing, he made the rocket launcher have wings, and it looks like
There’s a small plane!”
"Yes! But, what's the use of this? Can it make it more powerful?"
"Of course not, but it can make it fly further!"
Having said this, Ivanov immediately remembered Yang Mingzhi's eloquent speech at the meeting. The initial feeling given to him was that the rocket launcher had a range of thirty kilometers, which was that the commander was optimistic and optimistic in the slogan. As far as the logic Ivanov could understand,
If you want a rocket to fly farther, you must either lengthen the projectile and load it with more propellant, or use a propellant that burns harder.
He never expected that the commander would transform the rocket launcher into an "airplane"!
This kind of transformation is indeed a new path, but the question immediately arises. To build an "aircraft", is his knowledge of fluid dynamics also at the professor level?
Yang Mingzhi was very tired from the afternoon meeting, and improvements to rocket launchers were urgent.
Three people are discussing here now, Yang Mingzhi is undoubtedly the protagonist, and the other two are sitting aside and listening to his talk.
"We install two wings on the rocket projectile so that it has the characteristics of an aircraft, that is, the wings provide a suitable lift when flying at high speed, so that we can achieve tactical effects with limited fuel.
In the past, the trajectory of our rockets was a classic parabola. After my modification, its parabola will be quite straight and even have a cruise function similar to that of an airplane..."
In fact, Yang Mingzhi unknowingly came up with the concept of cruise missiles. In this era, this concept is too advanced.
The new tactical effects of the improved rockets he claimed were really eye-catching, and also made the two people sitting here question them in their hearts.
Liguschkov even suggested: "Our pilot Podovich has been idle since the plane crashed. Maybe we can invite him. Since he is a veteran of flying airplanes, he can also give us great help in the structure of the airplane."
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Yang Mingzhi raised his right hand solemnly: "No need! I won't brag. I have done research on aerodynamics. I already explained at the meeting that the Guerrilla Republic is facing a potentially huge crisis. We must
There were more advanced weapons before the crisis.
In the past, the research and development of weapons required long-term research and experiments, but this time we have ignored it! As the proverb says, the enemy will not sleep, so we have no reason to sleep!
The moonlight is beautiful tonight, I think we can do some surprise research at night. The food will be delivered from the cafeteria later, and we will go to the design bureau after eating. You two must follow me!"
With such a young and energetic leader, Liguschkov and Ivanov could only secretly be unlucky.
After thinking about it, there is nothing wrong with being busy now! This Berekov, he can really build a rocket launcher with an ultra-long range. At first glance, it seems like a fantasy. If it is successfully developed and put into actual combat, he will also achieve great results.
Huge results. There is no need to doubt that Stalin, the leader far away in Moscow, will never be stingy with large bonuses and large amounts of honorary awards!
Yang Mingzhi crossed his legs confidently. After a while, a fat cafeteria cook wearing a white headscarf came with a basket.
This was something he had already said hello to, and the cafeteria made a special stove.
This basket was finally taken care of by Yang Mingzhi personally and placed on Liguschkov's desk. When the white cloth cover was lifted, several yellow dumplings were revealed.
"Hell, are we going to eat this tonight? Potatoes?" Liguschkov showed his displeasure without hesitation.
Yang Mingzhi rolled his eyes at him: "This is what I arranged! I think the representatives of the collective farms will definitely talk about the potato harvest period at tomorrow's meeting. These potatoes were cultivated by the canteen themselves, and their digging is not subject to any restrictions.
The municipal party committee controls and supervises! Look at these huge pieces, this is what we planted in early February! We are also the first to taste it."
These boiled potatoes have no taste. The traditional way to eat them is to dip them in salt and stuff them into your mouth. This is purely to fill the stomach, and people seem to be eating feed. Fortunately, there is a cave under this potato, and it is pressed with porcelain black bread slices.
, and underneath is canned beef.
Yang Mingzhi frowned slightly and said: "Kabisky's words in the afternoon made me reflect a little. The army should be well fed, but this is at the expense of the masses. Even if this is a war era, this unfair distribution will still hurt people.
People's feelings! Therefore, the so-called Army Commander, I will improve the food and eat more potatoes from now on, and so will you two."
"Okay, okay!" Ivanov waved his hand, "The Germans would never have imagined that we could still eat new grains despite being tightly blockaded. When I was young, I almost lived by eating potatoes."
"Me too! Potatoes are like my second mother!" Liguschkov answered smoothly, and there was a burst of cheerful laughter in the office...