When Ma Chunfeng went to find Fang Buwei, Fang Buwei was instructing the sappers to cut bamboo boards.

Although Song Yuanliang said that the entire engineer battalion directly under the division headquarters was transferred to him, how could Fang Buwei be so blind?

Two companies were sent to the position to repair the fortifications, and the remaining two companies sent 100 people to repair the house and pulled 200 people to cut the bamboo planks.

All the bamboo planks were split into strips one inch wide and half a foot long.

"What is this?" Ma Chunfeng asked in surprise.

"Bamboo armor!" Fang is not a return.

Ma Chunfeng was stunned, and looked at Fang Buwei with eyes like an idiot: "Do you want to use this to block bullets?" ”

Am I stupid or are you stupid?

"Is Commissioner Mo joking?" Fang Buwei looked at Ma Chunfeng extremely strangely, "You can't block bullets, but you can block bayonets?" ”

Ma Chunfeng's old face turned red at first, and then he looked at Fang Buwei with disdain: "This thing of yours is completely chicken, and it is useless at all." ”

Ma Chunfeng really didn't say it wrong.

If you can force the devil to fight a white-knuckle battle, then at least it is time for our army to win a big victory and prepare to clean up the battlefield.

The devil is not stupid, in the case of absolute superiority, the brain is broken, and the ** will fight with the bayonet.

But if it is the other way around, if the people are weak, it is rare to dare to fight with the devil with bayonets.

Ran early.

For example, in the fourth or third year, when the Japanese army attacked Chongqing and fought the Stone Tablet Battle, Hu Lian's 11th Division forced the devils to fight by all means and could not retreat, and finally had to fight the battle of white-knuckle warfare, and the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression lasted for 14 years, which is just this example.

In addition, most of the bayonets that dared to fight with the Japanese army were small-scale local battles.

From 918 to the present, it has been six years, and there have not been a few large-scale white-knuckle battles.

Including the famous broadsword team of the 29th Army, the white-knuckle battle with the enemy, the largest scale is only to the company level.

Fang Buwei naturally understands this truth.

But he thought about it more than Ma Chunfeng.

He just wanted ordinary soldiers to understand that one day, if they encountered a bayonet, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Devils are not iron-clad, and Chinese soldiers may not be able to do it, and they may not be able to survive.

He just wanted to be a demonstration so that the soldiers could be prepared.

Fang Buwei found out that since he arrived in the 88th Division, his role is not only to kill as many devils as possible.

It can also play an exemplary role.

For example, he made Molotov cocktails, found a big gun that could hit tanks, and used machine guns to shoot down Japanese bombers.

The use of these weapons against the enemy has nothing to do with the physical quality of the individual, but only depends on the courage and willpower of the individual.

It's a soldier, it's possible.

Fang Buwei just wanted to use some of his knowledge to guide some simple and practical combat skills as much as possible, or even life-saving skills, and popularize them as soon as possible, so that Chinese soldiers could kill as many enemies as possible and suffer as few casualties as possible.

"It's whimsical!"

After hearing Fang Wei's words, Ma Chunfeng sneered again: "If you want to demonstrate to the soldiers, you have to be willing to do it by the Japanese...... If you don't use a gun, you will only fight hand-to-hand when your brain is broken......"

"There will be a chance!" Fang Buwei said confidently.

"Don't be foolish!" Ma Chunfeng's heart jumped.

"The director feels that I am so impatient to live and take the initiative to find someone who is dead?" Fang Buwei asked dissatisfied.

"You're not like, you're just that!" Ma Chunfeng sneered.

Otherwise, when he was in Nanjing, Gu Zhenlong could look at Fang Buwei like a thief?

Fang Bu was speechless for being choked.

What about hitting someone and not slapping them in the face?

He could only roll his eyes resentfully.

"Almost, give it a try!" Fang Buwei tightened the last wire, threw down the pliers, and called a soldier.

"Stab with all your might!" Fang Buwei hung his armor on the wall, and officially handed a bayonet to the soldier.

The soldier nodded, took the gun, first collected it, and then stabbed.

With a "click", the bamboo board was directly pierced.

Ma Chunfeng sneered.

"Add a layer!" Fang Buwei put another layer on top of it.

This time, the soldier only pierced the first layer, but was blocked by the second layer.

"Sprint!" Ma Chunfeng ordered.

The soldier took a few steps back, and one of them ran away, and the bayonet was like a bamboo, piercing through two layers of bamboo armor.

Fang Buwei added another layer to it, so that it could be blocked.

"Three-layer armor, this must be more than a dozen catties?" Ma Chunfeng sneered, "With other equipment, you still don't let the soldiers move?" ”

"It's all to the point of fighting bayonets, what equipment is left?" Fang Buwei asked rhetorically.

Ma Chunfeng was stunned.

That's right!

can force the ** to fight the bayonet, which means that it has reached the last moment: the grenade is thrown, the bullets are gone, and you can't escape if you want to, so you can only desperately ......

What else is left on your body?

Again, the skill of fighting bayonets is no longer good, and it will not be a puppet, and it can still stand there, waiting for the Japanese soldiers to sprint?

As long as you can dodge your head, the two layers of armor are completely sufficient.

"How do you wear it?" Ma Chunfeng came to be a little interested.

"Wait, Director!"

Fang Buwei quickly tied a few ropes to the bamboo armor.

No matter how stupid Ma Chunfeng is, he can see how this thing is used.

It's super easy.

It is a large piece of bamboo armor that is connected together with a piece of bamboo and a rope or wire, just like the bamboo slips used for writing in ancient times.

At the top, tie a few ropes into a rope sleeve, like wearing a vest, hang it on your shoulders, and then tie the ropes on your chest and abdomen to close the armor.

The bamboo armor just covers the chest, abdomen and back.

Because it is put on, not tied, it does not affect the movements such as bending over and squatting at all.

After Ma Chunfeng tried, he didn't speak again.

It's really useful.

After Ma Chunfeng took off his bamboo armor, the other party didn't say: "Give me a pair, I'll take it back and let the chairman take a look!" ”

"Good!" Fang is not very happy for nature.

After putting away the armor, Ma Chunfeng talked about the purpose of the trip: "Explain to the commission, the counter-espionage unit should be equipped, and it will be allocated by the secret service, and the excess part will be reported to Director Lin ......."

Fang is not ecstatic.

And such a good thing?

He also thought about going back to the tax police corps to fight the autumn breeze.

But if you owe too much favor, you are also a debt, and if you can not owe it, you will not owe it.

As a result, before he could put away his thoughts, the second half of Ma Chunfeng's words came out: "Although the chairman didn't say it explicitly, Director Lin and I can guess what he means...... Minister Song, let's have less contact in the future......"

Fang Buwei was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ma Chunfeng fixedly.

Chairman: This is ...... Jealous?

Where is this?

If you let the chairman know that Song Ziwen gave himself a million dollars in private, he still can't kill himself?