Dinner was very basic, nothing more than bread and potatoes. Yang Mingzhi is not a picky eater, and now it is very good to have this to eat. He noticed that the people in the dining hall also ate this.

However, some of them caught his attention, and these people were rationed more food than the average person.

"Those dozen fighters, are they doing a lot of manual labor?" Yang Mingzhi asked Yevlov.

"Yes, yes, the cellars for storing food and ammunition have begun to be excavated."

Yevlov took the opportunity to introduce that it turned out that in order to better store supplies, it was better to dig caves. The target was set on a small dirt slope not far from the blacksmith village, which was more like a small hill, at most a hundred meters above sea level. The slopes are covered with trees and humus.

"We've talked a lot before about moving the base camp to a safer place. We've already decided that this is the heart of the future. Yevlov said.

"So we're going to do it now?"

"That's right! Now is the time. Excavation and construction of warehouses are preparatory work before the construction of new houses. ”

Yang Mingzhi nodded and asked, "These should be managed by our political commissar comrades, and you and I are mainly responsible for the military." ”

"That's right, I'm the one in charge." Fuming, who didn't speak for a long time, immediately said. "Berekov, don't worry. I know you're very concerned about the affairs of our troops, but you're still recuperating from your injuries and enjoying your free time. We're responsible for all the troubles. ”

"How can it all be your responsibility?" Yang Mingzhi muttered in a low voice, I don't care about this matter for the time being, and I will go to the construction site tomorrow to take a look at the pull-down.

In the cafeteria, Yevlov asked about artillery, and he got Yang Mingzhi's answer - there was no problem at all in making anti-tank guns, all the materials were available, and the only thing missing was an engineering blueprint.

"How to make weapons, you can't compare to me." Yang Mingzhi has a confident face, he deserves the trust of everyone.

"That's, that's. The drawings are still drawn by you, just like the weapons you invented. I think you'll be able to do it again this time. Yevlov complimented.

Yang Mingzhi was really not modest, and after dinner, he and his wife returned to the dormitory they were assigned.

His left arm was injured, and it would be painful to move around, so he continued to tie it around his neck. The oil lamp had been lit by his wife, and in front of him was a table, with vellum paper and pencils. Because the pen perineal ink is decisively not used, this kraft paper is actually very valuable and cannot be wasted. A statistical material is also on the table, which is the data of that artillery.

Looking at the watch, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

"Alright, I'll get to work now." He began to work on his own proclamation, and the first step was to flip through the papers.

At this time, star fruit, as a wife, is trying to share her husband's worries. Russians have always preferred narrow beds, and even in the time of Peter the Great, the monarch's couch was so narrow that he always fell out of bed.

When star fruit was young, it slept on a clay kang, so how could it tolerate a narrow bed?

Her current identity is the wife of the deputy division commander, and her words are quite weighty.

Yang Mingzhi noticed that this girl was discussing something with a few soldiers outside, and after a while, he saw the soldiers carrying a new bed into the house, making a lot of noise.

"What's going on, you guys pay attention, I'm working!" Yang Mingzhi couldn't stand the noise, and his words were a little reprimanding.

"I'm sorry, sir!" One soldier saluted, "We're also looking out for your health." ”

Yang Mingzhi stopped working for the time being, and saw several soldiers putting the three wooden beds together, and he immediately understood what was going on, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth. "That Nizi, she thought about it quite well."

In Yang Mingzhi's view, drawing a drawing is very simple. The data parameters of the 37 guns are recorded innocently, and it is good to shoot only one gun mount, and the most critical point is the center of gravity. After all, this cannon is a tank gun, and there is still a certain gap between it and ordinary anti-aircraft guns.

After two hours of hard work, the design plan began to bear fruit.

"Why, do you want to rest in your chair? Or is the job done? Star fruit, sitting cross-legged on the bed, asked.

Yang Mingzhi yawned loudly and slowly put down the pencil. "I'm done. Give the drawings to Riguskov tomorrow, and we'll just wait for him to make things. ”

"It's soft. Then you should also hurry up and wash and rest. ”

Carambola deliberately said a few more words in a coquettish voice, and the gentle words made Yang Mingzhi's heart itch. If she is alive and kicking up and not hurt at all, she will be so angry again, and she will not be able to pounce decisively and have a deep caress again?

However, an excellent man is also capable of paying attention to the waistband. No matter how beautiful the wife is, it is better to save worry in this difficult condition. Yang Mingzhi wiped his face and said a few more words to the soldiers on the night vigil. Then he went in and blew out the oil lamp.

When he woke up, Yang Mingzhi touched his surroundings, what about that lovely person? Could it be that the girl got up early again and went to wash up in advance?

Yang Mingzhi sat up slowly, only to see that the drawings on the table had been folded, and it seemed that someone had moved. He was shocked in his heart, this drawing is important every day.

Yang Mingzhi immediately got up, simply put on his clothes, and stood in front of the table. I saw a small note on the table, on which was written in Russian: Husband, I woke up first. I'll go to the cafeteria to get some food, and you can continue to rest.

So it turned out that this was the case, Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but smile with relief. This girl treats important drawings as an official document, folded like a normal official document, and puts it together with the pile of data files that were counted yesterday.

"Little peach, little peach, if you lived in my time, I could let you be my secretary." Yang Mingzhi hurriedly packed up the documents, and stood at the door for a while to smoke a cigarette.

was swallowing the clouds and spitting smoke with a cigarette, Yang Mingzhi suddenly realized that his attitude towards cigarettes had also changed.

During the war years, cigarettes and alcohol were the best way to relieve the pressure on soldiers, and the Soviet army was inferior to the German army in life, and it was even worse than the American army by several grades. The Yankees could drink Coke at the front, and the Soviets still drank plain water. Only a small number of Soviet officers were able to receive Coke from the United States, and even Zhukov had to pour it into a kettle and drink it secretly.

The logistical inferiority led to the fact that the Soviet fighters always wanted to find something good on the corpses of the enemy. Especially cigarettes and liquor, preferably French wines. These supplies were not handed over if they could be hidden, and when soldiers found cigarette packs and cigars, they often began to smoke immediately.

Smoking a cigarette, people fall into silence, Yang Mingzhi is too lazy to care about anything harmful to health, although he claims to be a guy blessed by God and Buddha, he can still kill with a bullet. He noticed that several guards were also watching with blank eyes, and he couldn't help but feel compassion.

"I remember seeing you yesterday. Being a guard is sometimes boring, so come over here and give you a few pumps. ”

Soon after, star fruit returned with a basket and a few pieces of toasted bread, and saw her husband with a cigarette in his mouth talking and laughing with a few guards.

"Brother, you really have leisure, hurry up and come over for something to eat. Isn't there something important for you in a moment. With that, the star fruit put the basket on the ground and stuffed a piece of bread into her husband's hand.

"Okay, I'm not going to talk to you. Fight well in the future, don't be timid, remember, it's easier for a bullet to hit a coward. ”

When several soldiers heard the teaching, they immediately saluted, and he left with his own business.

Breakfast is very casual, Yang Mingzhi eats bread with this cold water, and his wife is the same. This little man, nibbling on the bread is also decent, and it smells fragrant when he looks at it. In fact, this is just ordinary toast, and some grains are added, the so-called saving food. In fact, compared to Lao Maozi's black bread, or even the black bread with sawdust from the Siege of Leningrad, it is simply superior in taste and quality.

Even if this stuff is still very rough, in addition to filling the stomach, the biggest benefit is that it is a pleasure to go to the toilet.

In the morning, Yang Mingzhi immediately took action, took all the documents with him, and took his wife straight to Rygushkov, that is, the munitions production workshop.

The Soviet Union had long established an eight-hour work week, and later New China followed their example. Workers start work at 8 a.m. and finish at 12 p.m., continue at 2 p.m., and finish at 6 p.m.

Rygushkov went earlier, he selected several experienced workers and was ready to take over the construction of anti-tank guns.

Yang Mingzhi arrived at eight o'clock sharp, and the workers had been waiting for a long time. In a wooden factory, the tank guns were calmly placed on the ground, and Yang Mingzhi handed over the drawings to Rygushkov. "I'm done, and the rest is yours. I'll give you three days, and you'll be able to finish it. ”

Ryguskov took the drawings and looked at them briefly, the deputy division commander was worthy of being a professional, and the drawings were also very standard, and all parts were marked with parameters, as if he was a talent from a large factory like the Kirov plant.

However, Rygushkov preferred to express himself, and immediately after reading the drawings, he assured: "I don't need three days, two days, not today." In the evening after tomorrow, we will already give you satisfactory results. “

He was so confident, Yang Mingzhi nodded. "Okay, you can take care of it yourself. I'm not worried about you cutting corners at all, anyway, after the artillery is finished, we still have to fire experiments. And on the issue of ammunition, I also have a little request. ”

"Oh? The ammunition is still in Catfish Village, what else does the deputy division commander want? ”

"Of course, I want to replace the explosives in the shells with picric acid to maximize the lethality." Yang Mingzhi believed that the 37-mm shell could not be used as an infantry shell at all, because the power was too small. Either large-caliber heavy artillery was used, or improvements were made on explosives. Picric acid is undoubtedly the best option at the moment.

Rigushkov nodded in agreement, because theoretically it was perfectly feasible. "As long as the deputy division commander can transport all the shells, all ordinary shells can be transformed."

"Soon it will be." Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but pat this person on the shoulder, "Comrade, the division headquarters will be relocated in the future, and similarly, the ammunition depot of the army will also be set up here." In the future, the performance of your military workers will be very important, and whether the troops can win a big victory will depend to a large extent on you. ”

This is a heavy burden, and at the same time, it is also the trust of the troops. Rigushkov knew that verbal assurances were better than deeds, and his heart was already burning with passion, and he was bound to launch a production frenzy. (To be continued.) )