What can two girls talk about together?

Carambola went to Natasha's house, where she had returned from training. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After becoming a hero, Natasha was very happy, but she still tried to keep a normal heart.

As a sniper, he must be hated by the enemy. Just one person, a rifle with a scope, as long as the shooter is accurate enough, can complete sniping beyond the combat distance of ordinary infantry. You can't be stupid at this time, if you don't hide it at this time, you will be named and sniped in turn. Lie on the ground and hide, and if exposed, you will be shot.

Natasha knows better than anyone that her situation in the future battle will only become more dangerous.

But what can she do as a girl? No one can escape this war, including newborn babies.

Carambola fluttered to Natasha's house with her hands behind her back, and Natasha was the only one in the house at the moment. She has just completed her daily shooting training, which is a great way to ensure that her marksmanship remains superb.

She was delighted by her friend's visit, and quickly poured a glass of warm water and sent it to her.

"Oh, I'm a little thirsty." Carambola smiled and took the glass, and the two sat side by side on Natasha's narrow bed.

"Today you just did a run at the airport and then went home. It seemed that the deputy division commander was having a treat, and I asked about the aroma of delicious food. Natasha asked curiously.

"Your nose is very sensitive. Yes, they must be discussing something important, so I'll come out as an idler. ”

"What an important thing, and my wife is afraid of being there?" Natasha shook her head.

The meeting between Yang Mingzhi and Roshakov continued, and at the same time, Natasha's younger brother Kostya, who had finished the course, returned with a small cloth school bag.

In the child's mind, he now has two older sisters and a respectable uncle. He was only eight years old and was fully aware of the situation he was in. In order not to cause trouble to the adults, Kostya was not stubborn at all, and he became an ordinary student in the elementary school that was urgently established by the collective farm.

The teacher was ready-made, several female Komsomol members who had infiltrated from the east. They were very young, and they also responded to the leader's call to enter enemy-occupied territory, risked their lives to find the guerrillas, and immediately joined them.

Of course, these valuable intellectuals cannot be wasted on the front line as cannon fodder, and the vast masses of the Communist Youth League, most of whom are university students or have just graduated.

Girls usually work as teachers and nurses, and some are hired by Yelenkina to work as copywriters. More often than not, the boys went to the blacksmith village, where they were directly engaged in the design and production of weapons.

Kostya is a very cute little boy, and the star fruit's natural love for children is immediately mobilized. At Natasha's house, there was immediately laughter, and the three of them played happily until Yang Mingzhi's affairs were finished.

On the other hand, the talks between Yang Mingzhi and Roshakov ended, and at this moment the sun was setting. A beautiful day is about to enter the night again, and so far, Yang Mingzhi has collected a lot of detailed materials for the blocking battle. The so-called details determine success or failure, and Roshakov's proposal to re-equip RPG weapons to compensate for the lack of individual anti-armor capabilities must be considered immediately.

"Alas! Rocket-boosted grenades can only be built unless Riguskov's technology is excellent. Yang Mingzhi sighed, sorted out his notes, and picked out the key parts from them.

His mind is now full of RPG stuff.

It was still in the Far East, and it took a lot of twists and turns to make such a weapon yourself. First of all, the structure of the launch tube and trigger part is simple, and the trouble is still the grenade itself.

It is, after all, a rocket-boosted grenade, a weapon that was created four years before the original history.

Iron Fist anti-tank grenade, this is the first RPG weapon. Its advent forced the Soviets to work hard to develop new ones, but they were abandoned because they were too difficult to use. During the war, the Soviets also captured and equipped a lot of Iron Fist and Faustian anti-tank weapons.

The RPG developed by Yang Mingzhi is the RPG2 originally equipped by the Soviet Army after World War II, and its comprehensive performance is very average, but it is the founder of various models later.

After the war, with the advent of main battle tanks with greatly improved firepower, horsepower and protection, RPG weapons had to continue to be improved and upgraded. Until it is completely useless, and in its place is a variety of anti-tank missiles of incredible power, which are classified as rockets.

So, how do you recreate an RPG in the Pripett Swamp in this terrible environment?

Or is it simply an imitation of the Iron Fist and something that the Germans later invented?

Yang Mingzhi forgot the time, he sat in front of the table and thought, holding a pencil in his right hand, and began to draw some casual sketches on the vellum paper.

Because this rocket-boosted grenade is a super-caliber howitzer warhead, plus a rocket-boosted tail, this tail should also have a tail that can be safely ejected.

The booster agent of the rocket is not a problem at all, because black powder is more suitable for propulsion than it is made into explosives. Rocket propulsion can be achieved by filling black powder into a cylinder smaller than the diameter of the launch tube. This seems very simple, but the key is still how to maintain the stability of the flight, and the tail is really essential in this regard! It must be able to fit into the launch tube with the powder tube and be able to bounce off when fired. This ensures that it flies smoothly and does not fall to the ground after the launch tube shakes.

"Damn! How to make sure that this damn grenade doesn't run around! Am I going to get rifling for it?! It's ridiculous, unless that Rygushkov can find a way to solve the tail problem! Other aspects of design and manufacturing, he must also be able to complete! ”

The bag that Yang Mingzhi thought about was too big, but he didn't know that his thoughts had already passed.

Star fruit was already impatient to wait, but her husband ordered it unless he came to him in person. In this regard, as his wife, of course, obey her husband, after all, star fruit is a man of this era, almost instinctively and more dependent on her in thought.

Now that it's time to eat, star fruit doesn't wait any longer. She went to the cafeteria with the Natasha siblings, and it was in this cafeteria that she met Roshakov.

The man apparently ended the conversation, and the star fruit walked to the table where he was, and did not ask what the conversation had said, but asked directly: "Comrade battalion commander, my husband is still at home, the oil lamps are lit, what the hell is he doing." ”

Roshakov was stunned, he had hardly ever spoken to the chief's wife. The short and slender Oriental girl in front of her actually spoke very well. According to his age, Roshakov is older than Yang Mingzhi, and in his opinion, this girl is about to be his daughter.

Roshakov scratched his head and said: "Deputy division commander, he didn't go out, maybe he was thinking about something." It was about some weapons, and it was the weapons that I am talking to him about today. Now that he hasn't come to eat, you can bring him a few pieces of bread by the way. ”

Star fruit suddenly understood. My husband's man often conducts research day and night, and the drawings he draws are so beautiful that he can only understand part of them. It seems that he is a child of the Mo family, and he has been focusing on the manufacture of mechanisms.

With this information, she was able to receive more when she received dinner. Because this is the wife of the deputy division commander, there are already some privileges. Moreover, star fruit is also a combat hero, and the aunt in the cafeteria did not hesitate to stuff some more slices of Daleba bread, and instructed: "Berekov is very important to us, you must take good care of him, and ...... when necessary."

These old women were also vulgar, and the star fruit was naturally experienced in a hundred battles, so this time she was a little shy and quickly took the food.

"It's been more than a year since I got married, but I don't have children. That's his insistence, but is it really right? On the way home, star fruit couldn't help but think. If there had been no war, I would have been married in my hometown by now, of course, someone else, seventeen or eighteen years old, a young mother with a child in her arms.

In fact, star fruit never told her husband that she still had a past in her hometown. Originally, the father was ready to marry herself, and as a daughter, she had no choice. At that time, I was ignorant and ignorant, so it was okay to simply accept it. But engagement and marriage proposals, these things remain in words, and disaster becomes.

The family was basically wiped out, and she started a new life, and when she passed Heilongjiang, her life changed again.

Standing at the door of his current house, inside the door is his own man.

"Forget it! Let's just go inside. He is a good man with principles, just listen to his arrangement. ”

Carambola slowly pushed open the door, and she was surprised to find that her husband had fallen asleep on the table. Sometimes a big man can be like a child, and star fruit takes off the coat hanging on the wall with concern and slowly drapes it on her husband.

This action disturbed Yang Mingzhi, and he slowly opened his eyes. "You're back! What time is it! Tell me. ”

"It's seven o'clock in the evening." Carambola Road.

"Yes! I accidentally fell asleep. ”

Yang Mingzhi cheered up and looked at his wife in front of him, she was very beautiful, dressed like an ordinary Russian woman, the difference was a delicate little face, and there were some slices of bread in the basket she was carrying. He understood it all at once, stood up, and took his wife's basket. Hunger prompted him to eat at once, and casually said, "Honey, boil some water now." Wipe your body and wash your feet for a while. I've got to go to bed early tonight, and I've got to go to the blacksmith village tomorrow. ”

"Blacksmith Village?" Star fruit asked curiously, "What are you doing there?" Oh, it must be a military matter. ”

Yang Mingzhi sat on the bed with a slightly sloppy ass, like a lazy guy. "It's pretty much military, it's about the kind of weapons I built in the first place. That's the weapon we became famous for, you know. So I'm going to reinvent it. ”

Star fruit is familiar with RPGs, powerful power, strong appearance, and reliable actual combat performance. If the Anti-Japanese Federation had been able to build this, the little devils would still be rampant, and the troops to which they belonged could be wiped out?

Yang Mingzhi continued: "Tomorrow I will go to the blacksmith village, I may have to stay there for a while. So you have to follow me, take care of my daily life, and by the way, you can be my assistant. ”

Of course, star fruit is willing to make such an arrangement, and then go to the blacksmith village, where the living environment is a little better than the catfish village.

"Okay! It's all up to you, and I'll boil the water. (To be continued.) )