Winter in the Far East comes very early, with the first snow falling in September.

Yang Mingzhi has become a repairman in the ordnance department of this infantry regiment, and it is here that he sees the only machine tool in the entire infantry regiment.

Master Sergei was the only person in the entire infantry regiment who could operate the machine, because of the long supply lines, some weapons were damaged and had to be repaired at the army station.

Seeing the newcomer, this person even threatened to repair and rob. It's better to say more than to do well, Yang Mingzhi showed his skills in front of Sergei.

"Comrade, do you know how to operate the machine tool?" Sergei asked tentatively.

"Of course, of course, I can even make weapons if you want."

Yang Mingzhi was an associate engineer of the arsenal in his original plane, and he climbed to such heights with his true talent and learning. Holding a ruler to draw a design has always seemed to him to be a piece of cake, and in this era, these techniques will surely shine.

Of course, his so-called manufacture of weapons is also for his own sake. After a little time of weapon repair work, he found that the equipment of these Soviet soldiers was indeed rudimentary. But in other words, it was 1940 after all, and many new weapons had not yet appeared.

Rather than fix these old Mosin Nagant and the slightly more advanced Maxim 1910, it's better to build something unbelievable.

Therefore, Yang Mingzhi came to the spirit, during the day he had to repair and rob, in the evening to teach the girl star fruit to learn Russian, the last time, he found paper and pen, in the small workshop where the machine tool is located.

Sergey would always get himself drunk, and sometimes he would ask the newcomer for a few drinks.

But when he saw this Berekov drawing on the drawing, he always felt unreliable.

"Comrade, what do you call this thing you draw?"

"Rocket-propelled individual grenades." The name is very long, and Yang Mingzhi explained it little by little.

He explained that the rocket was put into the pipe and then ignited and launched, which could hit the enemy's tanks, military vehicles and even the marching infantry.

This is a completely new weapon and a relatively simple question. Yang Mingzhi observed that the machine tool at hand can solve most of the problems. His electricity comes from a nearby hydropower station, which is abundant, so Yang Mingzhi decided to simply give it a try, he has self-knowledge, although he can't reproduce RPG7, but RPG2 should still be okay.

When it comes to what the Chinese are most afraid of in history, that is, the enemy's artillery fire. Therefore, the Chinese army seventy years later, each of them has a disposable bazooka, and the powerful firepower makes the enemy fearful.

As for now, Yang Mingzhi knows very well that because the Soviet army lacks effective anti-tank weapons, the infantry can only rely on anti-tank guns, or it is very dangerous to hope that soldiers will crawl over and throw cluster anti-tank grenades or ******.

Once the RPG Cult can be resurrected, then those thin-skinned and stuffed German tanks No. 3 and No. 4 are all local chickens and dogs, and they can be ashamed to say: I'm not targeting you No. 3, No. 4, Te-3484, Covo 2, I mean today's tanks, you are all rubbish.

Just do what he says, and Yang Mingzhi's rhetoric also interested the old guy Hilgai.

"Comrade, you do it well, is there anything I can do?"

"Yes! Comrade Sergey, I need a lot of steel pipes, even with seams. ”

At present, the materials are not very good, since the British can use water pipes to make Stern submachine guns, it is not impossible to use water pipes to make RPGs.

But it was also these activities of Yang Mingzhi that the people who monitored him reported the information to the regiment headquarters, for which he had to explain to the regiment commander Pugachev.

In August 1940, the Soviet army made some adjustments, and after reducing the status of the commissar in the army, the commanders of the units had more decision-making power. This Berekov was very interested in what Pugachev did, because the machine was working so hard that it consumed most of the electricity quota, so much so that some soldiers complained, because the light bulbs were always dim at night.

Yang Mingzhi was invited to the regiment headquarters, and Pugachev did not have a good face. "Say it. My people accuse you of wasting electricity, wasting precious steel, what weapons are you supposedly making? ”

"Yes, Comrade Commander. I told you, I'm a good military worker myself. And I'm making weapons that you've never seen before, and I can say with great responsibility that even a big-headed Cowo tank will be hard to parry when the weapon is made. ”

This Chinese has real talent and learning, and his existence has solved a lot of problems of weapon cultivation. He had a unique skill in changing the tolerances of the Mosin Nagant bolt with a file, and the air leakage was minor, so the fighters found the bolt more comfortable and smooth, and he gained a lot of reputation for it.

Pugachev simply went to see it himself, and it just so happened that at noon, the girl star fruit was going to take the food to the small factory to deliver food to her brother.

"Little Peach, you can just put the food on the table." This is still spoken in Chinese, after all, after only a few months, the girl star fruit has only learned some basic daily conversations.

Pugachev shrugged, this Chinese girl who came with young people, she was originally a hygienist, and now she is really conscientious as a nurse.

Yang Mingzhi showed his drawings and some parts that had been machined. Pugachev could fight the war, but the production of weapons was not very clear. But he could see that it was a weapon that could fire ammunition.

"Our grenade warhead is a hollow tungsten core load, after we launch the rocket, the warhead touches the weapon and explodes, strong pressure acts on a very small hole, and at the same time the tungsten core melts more than 3,000 degrees, and the boiling molten metal is shot into the tank, killing and injuring the personnel inside the tank in one fell swoop, and even causing the explosion of the ammunition depot."

The regiment commander was shocked to hear this, if according to what he said, what is the point of a tank with such a weapon? An ordinary soldier fires it from a great distance, and the rocket flies horizontally, and a single hit paralyzes a tank.

At this moment, he suddenly realized, why does this Chinese have this knowledge? Maybe it only makes sense if he can make it.

"Well, Comrade Berekov, you create such a weapon as soon as possible."

"Yes." Yang Mingzhi saluted upright, and now with the commander's hand, there will be no resistance to the rest of the research and development.

Because of this incident, Yang Mingzhi's food ration has also risen a lot, and there is enough bread and sausages every day, as well as traditional Russian kvass. He eats well, and the good things still have to be shared with the little sister to eat more.

After a day's work, the girl always runs to the factory to help her brother, and by the way, she can learn Russian.

Intense research and development continued, and Hilgei asked the blacksmith to make a lot of steel pipes, and the regimental headquarters also asked for some seamless steel from the division headquarters for various reasons.

As for the part of the warhead, it needs to be turned by a machine tool. After transformation, this bed can be turned and drilled, even polishing and the like still need to be manual.

Just like the PRG2 rocket barrel of later generations, the grenade part was made according to the original plan, and the metal tungsten was also obtained from an arsenal far away. Yang Mingzhi developed it until the Russian New Year, and the time entered 1941.

Soon it will be summer, the Soviet-German war is about to break out, and the time given to Yang Mingzhi is running out.

Now that the R&D progress is nearing completion, only the details need to be improved.

The Chinese New Year has arrived, and Yang Mingzhi is in a very mixed mood. It has been half a year since he returned to World War II, and now he is a Soviet soldier. The only important person here is the little sister around him, this Chinese girl whose family is ruined is already his sister, and he knows that this girl can't do without him.

During the Spring Festival, the two went to the cafeteria to ask for something more.

"Eat more, the war is about to begin."

"Brother, it's better for you to eat more. You're busy with weapons, I'm afraid you'll be tired. You're my last relative in the world. ”

said that it was a relative, but in fact it had no blood relationship with her. Since she was so sure that it would be so, but the war, which frightened the girl very much, she did not want to see her comrades die.

"Brother, will war really happen?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that some of the troops here will be transferred to Europe, and maybe our infantry regiment will also be transferred."

After Yang Mingzhi finished speaking, he noticed the change in the girl's mood. "If that's the case, you'll be transferred too. And I'll be left behind, what if you have a three-year-old and two-short me. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, sister."

It was here that Yang Mingzhi thoroughly understood what the girl meant. "Brother, I'll be your wife, I'll follow you wherever you go. I don't want to stay here. ”

was confessed by a young girl, Yang Mingzhi was confused. It is still the Republic of China, and girls get married very early, so there is already a 17-year-old girl star fruit is already considered an older young woman. Yang Mingzhi didn't answer decisively, but patted his chest and promised: "You will follow me in the future, I will be the backer you can rely on." ”

It was during these times that Yang Mingzhi was also inquiring about the news, and he got close to the regiment commander Pugachev and came into contact with some of the latest news.

"As you Berekov said, the Germans did make some moves. They were massing on the border, but with infantry armies and desperately trying to create the so-called Siegfried Line. ”

"Commander, this is a disguise, that is, to paralyze the USSR. War was inevitable, and Germany had to invade other countries, otherwise the internal friction of the German army's millions of troops would be able to drag itself down, and their existence would doom them to barbaric plunder. No matter how the mustache unleashes his benign remarks, it's hypocrisy, and we're the next target of their attack. ”

"If this is really the case, what is our position in the event of a war, you can analyze it."

"Garrisoned here in the Far East to guard against Japanese attacks. But as a result, the Japanese went to attack the Americans, Comrade Stalin's judgment was wrong, and the Japanese, in fact, did not have the courage to attack us in large numbers because of several defeats in several battles. However, only a small part of the millions of troops in the Far East were sent to the Eastern Front. ”

Pugachev heard these words in his ears, and at present, this foreign Chinese is much more reliable than the group of staff officers under him. He commented that his subordinates, in addition to singing the praises of Da Linzi and holding the former military books as the Bible, were left to drink vodka, and this Chinese always had a unique opinion.

Even his vision was more long-term, so Pugachev asked about the new weapon. "Now what kind of rocket-propelled individual grenade of yours, how effective is it? For this, I used my connections to pay you a lot. ”

"It's almost done, and you can experiment in a week."

"Good." Pugachev nodded.

A week later, a scrapped truck was placed at the testing site. It's rusty, the wheels have been dismantled, and it's a shell at best.

The test is to test the armor-piercing ability of the new weapon, and the steel body of the truck is very thin, so if the test is successful, the enemy's transport vehicle in the war can easily hit.

Yang Mingzhi experimented himself, he fell to one knee and kissed his weapon.

Onlookers quickly retreated, including the nervous star fruit.

"Brother, you have to be careful."

Yang Mingzhi made a lucky gesture, he also knew very well that success or failure was here, if he failed, then he would be blown into countless pieces.

He held his breath and gently pulled the trigger. In an instant, a large amount of flames erupted from the rear of the steel pipe, and the warhead was successfully launched. The warhead left the steel tube, four elastic tails ejected, and the entire missile flew out at a speed of 200 meters per second. The test site was only a little more than 100 meters, and the hit was instantaneous.

A violent explosion occurred, and the hot tungsten molten metal entered the truck cab through the small opening, and the strong pressure of the explosion deflated the entire blow center.

The results of the experiment were very successful, the truck was already burning, and when the fire was extinguished, the entire metal lid of the body was burned with molten metal.

The fighters were shaken, and they chanted Berekov's name. This completely new weapon appeared in the small infantry regiment of the Far Eastern Army.

Pugachev pressed the excitement in his heart, and the statistics had already come out, because the molten metal was as high as 3,500 degrees, and no tank armor could withstand such high temperatures.

Yang Mingzhi was willing to hand over all the design work, but when Pugachev handed over the materials, it had been a month and there was still no result. For this reason, Yang Mingzhi also looked for Pugachev, but this guy stomped his feet angrily.

"Those bureaucrats, who don't pay attention to new weapons, don't they believe that our infantry regiment can create new weapons?! Or is it that the paperwork that is turned in is buried in a sea of inconsequential documents. “

Yang Mingzhi believed the latter even more, and the red spy king Zhuoerge had already informed Moscow of the specific time of the German attack, but as a result, a lot of correct information was drowned in a huge amount of irrelevant information, so that after the start of the war, the German renegades of the German Communist Party reported the situation, which was still not believed by Moscow.

Yang Mingzhi shrugged: "Comrade regiment commander, if the superiors are not interested in our weapons. Then we can make it ourselves. I know that tungsten metal is very valuable, but it is also possible to switch to high-energy explosives, and the warhead can scrap a tank with a single shot using TNT. ”

Pugachev nodded. "Okay, you go ahead, I'll write you a note, and you go to the quartermaster to get explosives."

Just as he was writing the document, he couldn't help asking: "Berekov, you predict how much you have now produced weapons." I really appreciate this weapon, and if every one of my fighters could have one, then we would be far superior to those tank regiments. ”

Yang Mingzhi thought for a while, "I'm very tired of being in charge of manufacturing alone, maybe you can arrange some soldiers who assemble weapons as temporary workers, so I think I can process thirty to fifty pieces a day." ”

"Okay, you can go back first."

"Yes, Comrade Regiment Commander."

As soon as Yang Mingzhi turned around, he heard Pugachev shout again: "Berekov, it is dangerous to make weapons, you have to be careful." ”

Yang Mingzhi smiled and nodded, and returned to his workshop.