The lunch meal did not change much, just potatoes with a large lieba. During the morning target training, all the militia involved fired at least 10 rounds of ammunition, and a considerable number of them complained of sore shoulders.

Yang Mingzhi knew that good soldiers were all fed by bullets. It's a pity that after the start of the war, there were too many mobilized soldiers in the Soviet Union. In particular, the militia of patriotic citizens urgently conscripted in Minsk, some of whom did not even use guns.

If you want to train ordinary people to become soldiers, you have to practice slowly, but this time the large-scale training of more than 200 people in target training consumed more than 2,000 rounds of ammunition at a time, which is really a bit painful.

It seems that the issue of reloading must be on the agenda.

Star fruit nibbled on bread, the aunts of Catfish Village also boiled a few pots of beetroot soup, and the children basically shared some fresh milk. Seeing that the star fruit was eating deliciously, she did not complain about her physical discomfort, and Yang Mingzhi was also relieved.

Due to the constraints, at present, there is no indoor canteen at all, and the soldiers can only eat outside, and only a few people are willing to eat and drink in their respective residences. In this way, soldiers and officers were treated equally, and many people sat on the grass and drank soup.

Yevlov drank some wine, he walked a little swaying, holding a small piece of bread in his hand, and walked straight to Yang Mingzhi.

"Hell, as a division commander, maybe you shouldn't drink. I can already smell you. ”

"I drank a little, and Pobosky brought out a good bottle of wine."

"Oh? And here, did you leave me some? ”

Yevlov smiled humbly, "You Chinese, why do you still drink?" ”

Yang Mingzhi is too lazy to talk nonsense with him, his wife is still here, and it is really sorry to let star fruit see a "drunkard".

Yevlov patted his face and came to his senses, and asked calmly: "I know about the target training junior soldiers in the morning." Besica, she hit five. Quite a few others only hit one or two, or even all of them. ”

"Yes, to make these kids good soldiers, we can only put more effort into training them."

Yevlov looked at the star fruit, this girl is a good nurse, a makeshift surgeon, and her marksmanship is okay. "There's another girl in the morning, that Natasha, and the report says this person has the potential to be a sniper?"

"That's true, it's a hundred shots, and the adaptability is also very strong, I wanted to discuss it with you in the afternoon, but I didn't expect you to ask now."

Yevlov shrugged, having spent the morning discussing food with the head of Catfish Village.

Rather than training recruits, solving the food problem has become an extremely important thing. Potatoes are planted and harvested for at least 60 days, and it's almost August, and it's not as cold in Belarus as in Moscow, but winter is still early. Pripyat is a swamp, close to the Black Sea, and the climate is warmer.

Two months may be enough, and a season of potatoes can theoretically be harvested before the winter comes, so that a large amount of grain can be enriched after the winter grain is solved.

When food is abundant, we should continue to pull the team over, gather the surrounding civilians here, and turn the small village into a big village. "In the conditions of war, small villages and small groups of partisans will be meaningless, and we will be more powerful in our fighting power if we integrate the collective farms of the entire marshland." There was basically no objection to Yevlov's opinion, and the problem was only in the village liaison.

After eating, Yevlov had to continue the meeting. He knew very well what he was capable of, and when it came to administration, a martial artist was useless. Therefore, the status of the Cheka girl Yerentina is even more important, she doesn't care about the military, she is in charge of people's livelihood and politics.

Now Yang Mingzhi does not supervise training in the afternoon, and he is also pulled into the conference room.

Regarding the question in the morning, Yang Mingzhi didn't know at all, and he listened to a little bit and had some insights. All in all, Yevlov and Yerentina have agreed that if they have no objection, they will support it, and they will do the rest.

Now, Yang Mingzhi has a very real problem in front of him.

"Comrades, the target training in the morning was almost the first time that our militiamen actually operated rifles. In terms of target shooting results, the results are very poor. ”

Everyone nodded, and Yang Mingzhi noticed that the comrades in charge of the arms warehouse were also present, and he should know the current situation best.

"Nikolai, how many bullets have we consumed in the morning?"

"It's 2,257 rifle rounds, and your pistol, 13 pistol rounds." Quartermaster Nikolai reported truthfully, and at the same time, according to Yang Mingzhi's request, he also reported the current total ammunition volume. Soviet-style rifle ammunition is about 110,000 rounds, Soviet-style pistol ammunition is about 50,000 rounds, and anti-tank rifle ammunition is the least, only 500 and 2 rounds.

Compared with Soviet-style weapons, the captured German-made weapons and ammunition were relatively large, with more than 500,000 rifle bullets. The sheer amount of ammunition required a great deal of effort to bring it into the swamp, and thankfully, the wagons played a decisive role.

To this day, the trucks that carried goods and the half-track armored vehicles that had finished the war are still thrown on the periphery of the swamp, and everyone still hopes to get these into the swamp. However, the conditions are not allowed, and for the time being, only a group of soldiers can be guarded.

After Quartermaster Nikolai finished reporting, Yang Mingzhi looked at the big guy. "Comrades, you all understand that we don't have a lot of ammunition. Today, 2,000 rounds of training alone were consumed, and we had to save until we could get help from the army. ”

Yevlov was very aware of the limited ammunition, and he shook his head helplessly: "Maybe we can only put down training for the time being, or use German-made weapons." Berekov, you have continued to train the young soldiers in Soviet-style weapons. ”

"Okay. I don't mean that training is not allowed, we can continue to farm when we lack food, and our lack of ammunition does not mean that we cannot make it, otherwise, what did I order the soldiers to collect bullet casings for? ”

Yang Mingzhi's meaning was spoken, and he reloaded the bullet case and remade the bullet. This plan is refreshing, Yang Mingzhi, as a small leader of the arsenal, after careful consideration, believes that even in the situation of Catfish Village, it can still be reloaded under poor conditions.

Pobowsky, the village chief, thought the man's statement was peculiar. "Berekov, are you sure that a fishing village like ours can produce munitions like a factory in the city?" His doubts were also those of most people, and Yevlov and Yerentina responded with strong suspicions.

Yang Mingzhi cleared his throat, "I've been observing in the village in the past few days. Your blacksmith has a lot of tools at hand. I went to the toilets of each house again and found what I was looking for. In this way, I feel that the conditions are ripe for reloading bullets. ”

His words are simply obscure.

The village chief had a bunch of questions in his stomach, "Blacksmith? Lavatory? What is the connection between these and the production of bullets? Do you expect old Ivan, the blacksmith, to make it for you? ”

Yang Mingzhi nodded confidently, and the old Ivan had chatted with him a little by himself. Compared with chatting, the person's variety of tools is the biggest gain of the visit.

The two talked about the problem of reloading bullets, and it turned out that this guy directly claimed that he did reload bullets in the Tsarist era, and in order to just save bullets for hunting, he had no choice but to use them.

Yang Mingzhi held his glasses, as if he had seen everything clearly.

"It would be nice if old Ivan was here at the moment. He claimed that even if times changed, the cartridge case remained a cartridge case, and that the firearms standards set by the Tsarist era had not changed, and that his previous skills could continue to be used. So the only problem we have now is gunpowder, in short, we're just lacking something. ”

Reloading bullets, there was the chemist Ivanov who participated in trench digging and fighting at that time, this middle-aged man was in great trouble, and preparing black powder was his forte.

Belarus is rich in minerals, and there are hot springs in the swamps, so there is also sulfur. The most scarce thing is saltpeter, and no saltpeter mines have been found, so we have to use the traditional and extreme method - to find nitrate in the toilet.

Speaking of which, some old hairs are still very familiar. The wars of the last century, lined up to shoot bayonet hordes, the armies of Tsarist Russia, the armies of Napoleon, their gunpowder was quite much prepared with primitive means. The British even claimed that good saltpeter should be found in the corner of the church (where the believers go to the toilet).

It sounds disgusting to prepare *** like this, but it is a way to make gunpowder.

Yevlov frowned: "Listen, Berekov, your idea is very interesting, maybe you can." In fact, to solve the problem of munitions, we can also find another way, for example, to cross the Dnieper, to the east of the river is still under the control of our army, and the ammunition is very abundant. ”

"Nope! We must prepare for the worst, because we are bound to lose the battle for Kyiv. The Pripet Marshes will become safe islands, and we must be self-reliant. “

When she heard of the failure, Yerenkina was so angry that she slapped the table angrily. "Berekov, pay attention to your words. The Germans are now stubbornly resisted by our army, and the situation in Ukraine is not bad. ”

Yang Mingzhi frowned, this girl is from the Internal Affairs Committee, even if she has not been in contact with the organization for the time being, she is still a political commissar, and she should be polite to her.

"Well, I'll change my tone, I don't know if our army in Kyiv can hold this. Anyway, if you and I are both Germans, the goal of the campaign must be to capture Kyiv and even the whole of Ukraine. The Germans will hit the forces to capture all of Ukraine, they have already captured Belarus, and the situation with Kyiv will not be too good. So we have to be self-reliant. ”

Yerentina still wanted to speak, but was quickly pulled by Yevlov.

He looked at everyone and hurriedly gave Yang Mingzhi a round, "Our Berekov has always had the character of telling the truth and telling the truth, and I myself don't want there to be defeat in the army, but Berekov's words are not inferiority and sighing, as if we will definitely be defeated." So far, Berekov's predictions have been successful, perhaps he came from the future, perhaps he knew everything, or he had a unique vision of the strategic objectives of the Germans. At present, we urgently need the wisdom of this man, otherwise we would have been martyred for the motherland a long time ago. “

Yang Mingzhi didn't feel that there was any tension in the atmosphere, that is, Yelenkina was a little neurotic in the so-called "failure emotion". This is understandable, she is still carrying out the tasks of her superiors, even if the superiors are temporarily out of contact.

In the afternoon, there was a long discussion on the issue of bullet reloading, but there was no result after a cursory discussion.

In addition, Yang Mingzhi talked about Natasha's problem.

Yevlov was the division commander, the commander of this unit, and he didn't think about pushing the girl to Yang Mingzhi. "You saved this girl, and you discovered her talent, and how to arrange her position in the army in the future is up to your own will."

"So, if she is assigned to a special anti-tank battalion, is it okay?"

"That's natural, you are the deputy division commander, and you are also the most talented staff officer at the moment, and your decision is very convincing."

Originally, they wanted to discuss it democratically, but they didn't want to get involved. That's fine, Natasha, you're my subordinate, and I'll train you to be a good sniper sooner or later.

Seeing Berekov's elation about the arrangement of a little girl, the refugees made people think crankily. Yevlov asked coldly: "Berekov, are you more interested in young girls?" Your wife. ”

When he asked this, Yang Mingzhi was embarrassed for a while. Isn't this just asking if you're a Lolita.,Definitely not.。

"Well, I know you just love good soldiers. When you were in the Far East, you and your wife escaped death and got married, and I supported it. Later, you repaired the guns of the troops, and even invented new weapons, and I have to say, I admired you a little bit at that time, so I thought, maybe you can fix something. ”

At this moment, it was the end of the meeting, and Yevlov was seen taking out a black object from under the stool.

"Berekov, you should be a scientist, I don't want to know about your past, I just want to understand what you can do now. This is the battery of our radio station, and after a month, our battery has run out. We're in terrible conditions right now, maybe you have the ability to recharge it. ”