When she was in China, Liu Hongxiu didn't eat less pickled radish. At that time, the conditions were difficult, and the staple food was usually limited brown rice, and the shortage was sorghum rice, and even sweet potatoes were supplemented.

Because of the enemy blockade, everyone does not eat much salt, and valuable salt is often used to pickle vegetables, and pickled radishes are the most common.

This meal reminded her of China, and the big sister in front of her made her delusional......

Everything was expected by the star fruit, and the hungry kitten had no resistance to any kind of food, and her little belly ate as if she was pregnant with Rokka. The bread cubes are finished, and the mutton soup is a bowl and a half, and that's a big rice bowl for the Soviets! Moreover, this soup is a sticky stew, and it caters to the taste habits of Belarus - very sour.

When the star fruit left, Liu Hongxiu had already covered the blanket and continued to rest, and she slowly closed the door.

"Brother! What are you doing now? Wouldn't it be boring without me? If you're working, don't go to bed too late......"

With the concern for her husband, the star fruit rubbed her little belly and threw herself into the night work.

As an important doctor, star fruit will not be able to be idle in the next few days. The wounded and sick may have an emergency at any time, and the most troublesome are the seriously wounded, and these wounded soldiers often boast that they have recovered well, so that their bodies are unscrupulous, and the violent shaking of the injured limbs causes the wounds to crack. The best thing to do for these wounded is to keep them under constant surveillance.

Star fruit can only occasionally take a nap when it is on duty at night, and stay until late at night, when it builds a small bed in the large ward and sleeps with the wounded and sick.

She is so busy, and so is Yang Mingzhi.

On the night of May 5, an oil lamp was kept on at the headquarters of the group army.

After talking with Peroniski and Medvedev, Yang Mingzhi had to write some documents himself. The time crept past midnight, and the rustle of the pen on the fingertips had not stopped.

The commander-in-chief sat in the large office of the headquarters, and the people on duty who could have dozed off were now staring at each other like owls.

The staff officers had already summed up the documents needed for the meeting, and Yang Mingzhi should sit back and relax.

The reason why he was still so busy was because he had another good idea.

The place of work can be anywhere, as long as there is paper and pen.

He was sitting at a small square table, and Solkina, who was on duty, was worried about the chief, and from time to time she carried a teapot to refill it, and by the way, she was curious to see what the chief wrote.

What exactly did he write? Solkina didn't understand at all, some of them were hieroglyphs like Chinese characters, and some of them were very mechanical structural diagrams, which seemed to be a new weapon?

She returned to the duty room and woke up Sophia who was lying on her stomach (all four girls taken from the mine were sent to the telegraph room to study).

"Hey! What's going on? Is it the chief who came to check? Frightened by herself, Sophia immediately sat up straight.

"The sir, didn't come to check! Besides, the chief is still working hard, how can you take a nap? ”

"No more! I can't stand it, why do I have to work the night shift! Even if you run with a gun, it's better than this! ”

"It's too late to say anything, our current signal corps is much happier than going to the front line to fight!" Sorkina nudged her.

"Nope! It's easier to fight on the front line! Sophia glanced at her comrades-in-arms, "I know that our old battalion commander went out with the army, and none of our sisters died in our battalion!" In the whole battle, we didn't sacrifice much! Those who died in battle were too unlucky! ”

"Maybe! This time, it was our commander who led the team to fight such a beautiful battle. If I were to participate, I might not be able to hold on, but I would rather endure sleepiness and work the night shift than after a nine-day march of more than 200 kilometers. ”

After a few words, Solkina immediately talked about what she had just seen. "Hey! I just saw that the Commander was drawing something strange again, probably a new weapon. I think it's a tube, but it has wings, could it be that it's an airplane? ”

"Silly girl, I think you're sleepy and your eyes are blurred!" Sophia couldn't support it after all, she stared at the codebook during the day, and when it was dark, she was ordered to stick to the radio until the sun rose, which was called a long time on duty practice in the future.

Solkina's consciousness was very high, and she tried to stay awake, and Sophia saw the door: "Anna, I see that you can rest on your stomach for a while!" This is simply our telegraph squad leader torturing us! ”

"How is it torture? It is a glorious and arduous task to hold the radio, we do not know when a telegram will be sent from our superiors or by friendly troops, as long as the telegram is called, there must be a sober telegraph operator here to accept it! ”

"So you chose us?" Sophia, who was lying on her stomach, had her face sideways, revealing only one eye. "We're obviously beginners, and the squad leader put us here, either out of trust, or just for his own safety."

In fact, she is also right to say this, what level is she? Sorkina asked herself, if she wants to be a good telegraph operator, she must at least memorize the codebook, which is not only the numerical code of the 32 Russian letters, but also the exact meaning of the words spelled out after the code is translated, and the second level of translation is required, and this is the most troublesome.

In fact, she doesn't need to do the second level of translation too well, because the translation can be done slowly. Desperate to prove her prowess to her beloved superiors, Solkina memorized the second-level code translation.

The words of the two girls couldn't interfere with Yang Mingzhi at work at all.

He also came up with a whim to think of a means to enhance the overall strength of rocket artillery. What I'm doing is sketching, but I'm working on the current cutting-edge technology.

A 155 mm heavy gun can shoot shells fifteen kilometers away. If you want to fight far, you need a larger caliber, a higher diameter and a thicker gunner, and perhaps only the black technology of "naval guns going ashore".

Yang Mingzhi knew that the main guns of battleships with a caliber of more than 300 millimeters could hit shells 30 kilometers away, while on the line of Savastopol, where fierce fighting was currently underway, the Soviet army's coastal turrets could fire on an area with a radius of 44 kilometers. The Germans should have dealt with these great threats, and they used a means that could be described as a-for-tat - large-caliber train guns.

However, the range of artillery is the most, so after this world war, the development of long-range firepower in various countries took two paths: strategic bombers and rockets.

Conventional rocket artillery is no longer a Katyusha with a maximum range of eight kilometers and a low accuracy, and the conventional rocket artillery of various countries can even fly 400 kilometers, not to mention intercontinental missiles that can fly 14,000 kilometers.

Due to the constraints of the conditions, Yang Mingzhi knew that it was difficult for him to create an overly powerful rocket artillery, and what he developed was a magic modification of a rocket artillery similar to Katyusha. How to make the projectile fly farther with limited thrust, the means are already there. This method is bound to be effective, and in order to achieve tactical results, the aerodynamic layout of the missile body also needs to be changed, and Yang Mingzhi knows this well.