Dig deep holes to accumulate grain, build granaries to prepare for winter. After the 284th Division harvested a large amount of grain, it had to find a way to preserve all the grain.

The construction of the granaries was the responsibility of Yerentina and others, who were both commissars of the troops and heads of the Supreme Soviets of several collective farms.

Yang Mingzhi was relieved that they were dealing with the affairs of life, and he saw that the soldiers were counting the grain, and then loaded a large number of potato pieces onto the wagon and began to transport them to the blacksmith village. Because of the breach near the blacksmith village, some militiamen were already starting to dig holes to build cellars, or to build houses on top of the breakthrough to serve as granaries.

While the fighters were transporting food, they also began to dispose of the dismantled tank turret.

The next day, Yang Mingzhi decided to personally supervise the movements of the fighters. In that plane, he was the small leader of the arsenal, and he had a lot of relevant knowledge in construction machinery manufacturing, including the current tank dismantling work, which must be dismantled with the attitude of cooking.

He was very worried that the soldiers would handle the shells in a simple and crude manner, so he did not continue to listen to his wife's request to continue to recuperate, and went to the demolition site in person.

Carambola was very worried about him, so she simply went with him, and instructed: "You must not do it yourself, just stand aside and give oral guidance." Although the stitches have been removed, there is still a possibility that the wound will burst. ”

In this regard, Yang Mingzhi just laughed.

Right at the airport, the so-called airport is now a large square. The militia fighters are still conducting military training, while the ordinary soldiers are mainly engaged in daily running drills.

In the corner of the airport, three tanks are displayed side by side, all of them are intact and can even go straight to the battlefield. Ammunition and fuel are very abundant, and the tank crew's technology is very rusty, so they have to look at the manual to learn how to be a tank soldier by themselves.

As the turret that was about to be dismantled, it was pushed to the detached by the fighters. A few soldiers with chisels and hammers to disassemble the rivets looked quite profitable.

"You have to be careful, we must ensure that this artillery is intact, and this will be our battle defense artillery in the future." Yang Mingzhi supervised.

He was the deputy division commander and the general staff of the army. The warriors respected this man, and everyone who was present stopped talking to each other.

The gun was dismantled smoothly, and the shield was naturally removed.

During the war, the Soviets invented the monolithic turret casting technology, which greatly shortened the manufacturing hours of the T34 tank. You know, during the war, the Soviet T34 tank was shortened in manpower. Although the German Tiger tank was extremely combative, the manufacturing time was too long and the manufacturing process was too fine, and 1,000 units were built in quantity.

At present, these BT tanks still use welded turrets, so that the fighters have a way to disassemble the turret into a large number of steel plates along the weld.

The cannon and a large number of tank parts that had been broken down into large and small pieces of metal were transported to the blacksmith village, and the gun had to be modified. Yang Mingzhi has a lot of feelings for anti-tank guns, and a few months ago he was the battalion commander of a special anti-tank battalion, which is different from ordinary anti-tank troops.

Their own men are armed with a large number of RPG weapons, which is a devastating counterattack force against the enemy's tank three. After the weapons were exhausted, the troops had to rely on anti-artillery and anti-war guns. Among them, the 37mm anti-tank gun could penetrate the frontal armor of the No. 3 tank at close range, and it was much worse if it was against the No. 4. However, in the face of the enemy's side armor, then one hit and one accurate.

One day later, Yang Mingzhi decided to personally accompany the troops and escort the artillery.

Star fruit was very worried when she heard her husband's decision, and at night, the two discussed it in the hospital.

"Although your injuries are not too serious, your position is very important, and it would be terrible if there was a mistake. I, as your wife, must go back with you. ”

Yang Mingzhi immediately understood that she did not object to her decision, but accommodated. "It's hard for you." Stroking his wife's hair, Yang Mingzhi was very pleased. This man was young, touchingly attentive, and the loyalty she showed to her husband, or rather, she was the only relative in the world.

Before departure, the catfish village sent a telegram to the blacksmith village with an order to Rygushkov.

The former village chief had to adapt to his new job and ******** supervise the production of munitions in the village. The whole village was turned into a huge arsenal, and he used to be the village chief and oversee production. Now, he boasts that his work has become much easier, and he has not had so many worries about keeping an eye on arms production.

He received a telegram addressed to him, and the Morse code was translated into a paragraph.

"Prepare me to make an anti-tank gun, just from the tank gun of a broken tank. They also look down on the strength of our village. "Rigushkov knew that this was an opportunity for his own performance, and theoretically as long as the gun was intact, as long as it was modified, it was a good anti-tank gun.

Last time, I privately divided the supplies that should have been the troops, and the people of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were lively all of a sudden. Rigushkov knew that he had stabbed the basket, and this time he had to behave well, in addition to making war defense artillery, in private he was also working on something new - large rockets.

The new weapons of mass destruction were developed in September, and when the deputy division commander came over in person, he was decisively introduced.

On this day, Yang Mingzhi moved forward with a convoy of horse-drawn carriages transporting broken copper and iron, and he and his wife were sitting in the carriage. The group staggered along the swampy road, arriving at the blacksmith village a few hours later.

After a simple meal, Yang Mingzhi personally supervised the carriage pulling the tank gun and went to the weapons assembly plant in person.

The so-called weapons assembly workshop, which is mainly engaged in the processing of grenades. Because of the danger, the houses are made of wood with a mezzanine and mud in between. In this way, if there is an accident during the process, an explosion will occur, and in the end, there will be no chain reaction. Luckily, the blacksmith village processes a large number of grenades every day, and there hasn't been a single accident.

Yang Mingzhi stood in the small courtyard outside the assembly workshop, stretching his waist beautifully, it was uncomfortable to wear his buttocks.

When the carriage arrived, a group of munitions workers gathered around the car and worked together to carry the tank gun down. "Beware, this thing is precious." Yang Mingzhi advised.

"Don't worry!" A voice came from inside the house, and Rygushkov walked out of the room. "My people are all connoisseurs, and this cannon has finally arrived."

Yang Mingzhi looked at this person, he seemed to be in good spirits, and he should not be angry about being dismissed from his position in the village. He now wears labor cloth, the so-called denim, and lives off the traditional image of a working class. The beard also has the characteristics of hair, and it looks very knowledgeable.

He looked at the cannon and began to figure out how to make it. Yang Mingzhi planned to personally supervise the production, "I will still stay with you tonight, and prepare a kerosene lamp, as well as paper and pencils for me at night." You and your men will now give me statistics on the various dimensions of this gun, and I will draw the picture myself in the evening. ”

Rigushkov was stunned, "Could it be that the deputy division commander wants to make process drawings for me personally?" ”

"That's natural. I, Berekov, would have been walking with you, don't think that if I become a deputy division commander, I will only lead troops to fight. ”

"That's good, that's good. Since it was the order of the deputy division commander, we naturally obeyed it. ”

"Very well, since I am already here, I don't need to go and talk to the teacher first. I'll just take a look at your work. ”

Rygushkov gladly agreed, and he led the "inventor" on a tour of the factory for grenades, as well as for rockets.

In Yang Mingzhi's view, due to the constraints of conditions, the arsenal in the blacksmith village can only carry out simple processing. The blast furnace workshop had only earthen blast furnaces, and the seamless steel pipes of artillery could not be produced at all, so a large number of grenades and mines had to be produced.

Yang Mingzhi prefers hand grenades as a weapon, because of the forested geography of Belarus, where trees are thick and bushes are thick, and battles often take place within a hundred meters. Throwing a lot of firepower into a short distance, grenades are probably the best "heavy weapons" for the troops.

One afternoon, Yang Mingzhi visited several workshops, and even visited Ivanov, who specializes in dispensing medicines, and asked about picric acid.

"Picric acid is produced every day, and the yield is not much. Rigushkov's new weapon is the most used, and it is a weapon of mass destruction! Ivanov answered Yang Mingzhi's question truthfully, and when he heard him talk about the big killer, Yang Mingzhi immediately became interested.

Rigushkov took advantage of the situation to lead Yang Mingzhi to a special warehouse and pointed to two huge rockets.

"That's them, the warhead is filled with picric acid, the collision fuse, this is a large rocket, the power may be 500 kilograms."

"So powerful!" Yang Mingzhi was taken aback, and even felt that he was holding a dangerous object that was about to explode.

After some introduction, this rocket is relatively large, with a diameter of more than ten centimeters, a length of more than one meter and a half, and four tails behind its buttocks. On the whole, this thing is very aerodynamic, and there are a lot of these things in the erection troops, arranged in a matrix, which is almost equivalent to Katyusha rocket artillery, because it is filled with picric acid, and the power may be greater.

"Oh my God, this is the most powerful weapon we have at our disposal. If we had had bombarded Kuta Town directly, the casualties would have been much less. Yang Mingzhi sighed.

"That's it!" Rygushkoff stroked his baby. "It's powerful, but it's too wasteful."

Yang Mingzhi listened to his statement again, and immediately frowned, his heart full of contradictions. If you can also dispatch a large number of high-powered rockets, see the Katyusha holding a long firework in the sky, smashing at the enemy, and hear the explosions in the sky, how bloody and violent, and how romantic, and completely artillery.

"People are poor and short-minded! Our current gunpowder, ****** and explosives are completely inadequate for rockets. If we make a few more shots, how can we mass-produce grenades? ”

"You're right." "In that case, I won't produce this kind of mass killer for the time being." ”

"That's right, stop production. It's good that you continue to produce grenades, as well as mortar shells and mines. These two rockets are reserved for the time being, and I think they can be handed over to our pilot, Podovich. Airborne rockets attack the enemy's strongholds from a distance, and we can achieve great results without even paying the price of casualties. ”

Rygushkov was a good man, and he and the deputy division commander had a common language. Seeing that it was evening, several people also left the processing workshop and went straight to the canteen, where Yevlov waited. (To be continued.) )