The 90 steel helmet was made of carbon steel, which was considered very advanced at the time, with a thickness of 1mm and a weight of about 1 kg, which could effectively defend against artillery fragments and long-range bullets.

In the early days, the Japanese army was very arrogant, and printed a very eye-catching yellow five-pointed star on the front of the 90-type steel helmet to show the glory of the Japanese Empire.

But in the battle of Nomenkan with the Soviet army in 1939, it was precisely because of this coquettish and eye-catching yellow five-pointed star that the Japanese army was abused by the Soviet army, and the Soviet army used a rifle headshot to shoot many Japanese soldiers, and the Japanese soldiers who suffered a big loss after the war were forced to change the yellow star in front of the steel helmet.

According to the investigation of the Japanese military logistics department, in the Battle of Songhu, among the 600 Type 90 steel helmets that were hit, the penetration rate was as high as an astonishing 48%.

Therefore, on the basis of the Type 90, the Japanese army developed a Type 98 steel helmet with better defensive capabilities.

However, due to the perennial conquest of the Japanese army, the national strength was gradually stretched, the domestic steel supply was insufficient, and the quality of the steel at this time was also limited, the actual number of 98-type steel helmets produced was very small, and only those soldiers on the front battlefield were used. Therefore, the garrisons in places like the Winged Valley basically use 90-type steel helmets.

Another major reason why the Type 90 steel helmet is still the main steel helmet of the Japanese army in China is that the power of China's Zhongzheng rifle is far less than that of the Soviet rifle.

The Japanese have conducted experiments and found that the bullets fired by the Zhongzheng rifle are within 300 meters, which has a penetrating power against the Type 90 steel helmet, and the threat is greatly reduced beyond 350 meters.

Just like the 38 big cover, although the 90-type steel helmet is average for the Japanese army, for the Chinese soldiers with seriously backward weapons and equipment, it is already a very luxury to have a 90-type steel helmet.

Japanese officers have always been so confident that they do not wear steel helmets even when they lead the charge, as a way to show their determination to advance and retreat together with the soldiers and boost morale.

Yan Zhi is reluctant to wear a nine-zero steel helmet, there is another important reason, this kind of steel helmet will be painted with a layer of green as a protective color in the summer, looking as green as Wang Bagai'er, making the Chinese who despise green hats look very uncomfortable.

Of course, when it comes to the battlefield of life and death, it is also extremely luxurious to have a green steel helmet to protect the head.

At this time, most of China's rivers and mountains had fallen into the hands of the Japanese, many military enterprises had been seriously damaged, and steelmaking technology was far inferior to Japan's, so the Chinese soldiers went to the battlefield, and basically only the thin layer of cloth was to protect their heads.

Judging from the faces of the dozens of devils killed this morning, not every devil has a mustache, just like not every Chinese man is a tall bearded man than the Japanese. The handful of square beards that the Japanese grew in the middle of the people was just the director of the anti-Japanese drama, and in order to make it easier for the audience to distinguish, the Chinese and Japanese soldiers did it deliberately.

At five forty p.m., the heat of the sun began to fade and the groggy sky began to fall, and the soldiers began to make final preparations for entering the position.

Gathering everyone, before Chief Yan could say a few words, more than a dozen soldiers were holding their stomachs in place like ants on a hot pot.

"Yaga!"

Yan Zhi learned from the Japanese ensign's style, and scolded the dozen or so soldiers who wanted to go to the toilet decently, causing everyone to laugh after being stunned.

"Let you eat less and eat less at noon, the whole mother doesn't listen, they all eat like starving ghosts, but you're going to when you are about to fight, believe it or not, I can make you pull your pants?"

The sad faces of those who want to are laughed at by everyone.

Yan Zhi suddenly remembered the biggest drama [Mine Warfare] he had watched when he was a child, and he was so childlike that he asked the soldiers to go to the places near the mountains on both sides of the Winged Valley to collectively.

"All going?"

The soldiers were a little confused.

"All gone!" Yan Zhi pointed at the noses of the soldiers and scolded, "You all go and empty your stomachs one by one, and don't drop the chain at the critical moment." ”

"There are rules for pooping and peeing somewhere?"

The soldiers laughed and teased, slipped down to the bottom of the valley on both sides of the winged valley, took off their pants and squatted down one by one, and lined up in order, squatting in the grass with only their heads exposed, which was very funny and funny.

Being able to light a cigarette while pooping is a very luxurious and enjoyable thing for these poor soldiers, so blue smoke rises from a lot of grass.

"Do you have any paper on you?"

After a while, many people were squatting when they suddenly heard Chief Yan's voice from the grass on the side.

Many replied without thinking: "No." What do you want paper for? ”

Yan Zhi replied angrily: ", you kid don't and don't wipe your belly?" ”

"Rub!" Many people pushed aside the grass, and saw that Major Yan, who had a baby fat face, was squatting in the grass next to him at some point, smiling half a cigarette obliquely, squinting at him, looking at himself with an embarrassed face.

Yan Zhigan coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, he had grown so big, and it was the first time he was watched to shit, so he couldn't help but move his butt into the grass, and asked angrily: "Then you kid don't want paper to wipe your cheeks?" ”

"Do you need to use such expensive paper to wipe your cheeks?" Reaching out and picking up a handful of grass, many people said with a blank face, "This grass is soft, but it is comfortable, much more comfortable than sticks, stones, and soil." ”

As he spoke, he pinched the grass after a lot, and wiped it off his buttocks with his backhand, and his comfortable expression was very magical.

Yan Zhi retracted into the grass with a look of disgust, and only after hearing the sound of the grass around him and leaving after a lot of group determination, he silently took out the crumpled cigarette case......

After that, Yan Zhi's curse voice came: ", Nima...... It's so slippery......" Then, a hand reached out from the grass, shook it a few times, and rubbed it on the grass......

Yan Zhi muttered: "Your sister ......"

Suddenly, Fan Xiaosi's voice came from the side: "Sir, why do you always like to scold this sentence?" ”

Yan Zhi almost fell to the ground, your sister, shit is also surrounded and uneasy. He picked up his pants and walked away angrily: "I do." ”

"it!" Yan Zhi didn't take a few steps before he was stunned, "Why do you and move places?" ”

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, a few heads appeared in the grass, and he looked at Chief Yan in surprise who didn't know who he disliked.

The Eighth Route Army was the ancestor of landmines. Seeing more than a dozen soldiers of the national army still pouting and chatting there, a few mines had been planted on the edge of the valley floor, and Xu Zheyou, who had put the reminders, said with a look of disdain, pay attention to the location where I buried the mines when you, don't come out when the time comes, people will fly into the sky.

"Go, go!" Several soldiers of the national army laughed and scolded, "Get out of the way, you can't pull it out when you look at me......"

"Phew!"

Xu Zheyou smiled and left, "Rare." ”

After a while, Yan Zhi washed his hands, lit another cigarette and smoked the palm of his hand for a while, before asking the soldiers who were arranging the firepower net: "Which of you will use the Type 92 infantry gun?" ”

"I will!"

"Me too!"

"Sir, I'll shoot too."

The three soldiers raised their hands and shouted.

Yan Zhi slandered: "Cannon? Hit your sister ......"

Xu Zheyou, who came back after laying more than a dozen mines, said: "If you want to say that you want to use this Type 92 infantry gun, if Wu Zhonghua ranks second, no one dares to say that it is the first." ”