Lin Jun didn't really have to go back forever, the staff officers changed to cavalry and borrowed a military horse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBut the comrades of the horse farm were a little puzzled: why not let someone from their side accompany them, and the Cossack among them borrowed a military horse with no temper?

But in any case, Comrade Budyonny had already greeted him, and these comrades could do whatever they wanted, and the comrades in the racecourse went about their own work.

Fortunately, the racecourse was large enough, and there were all kinds of terrain, and after finding a relatively remote corner and making sure that no one else would be able to see their group, the staff officers divided their labors: Landeskoch and Fekochinov served as Lin Jun's riding instructors, and the others rode to guard them from "peeping".

Lin Jun first rode the temperamentless "good horse" for a few laps, and under the guidance of the Cossack instructor, he had basically mastered the essentials of riding, but he did not immediately try the "blizzard", but practiced until the afternoon.

After a brief lunch, we continued back to the racecourse, and this time with the help of a few people, we finally stepped onto the "Blizzard" - "Blizzard" obviously felt that this tall knight was useless and a little unhappy!

The big customer bullies the shop, the big shop bully the customer - Lin Jun really understood this sentence well, and the "blizzard" only took 5 seconds to drop him, an amateur rider. The staff officers were shocked into a cold sweat, fortunately there was still a thick layer of snow on the ground, but this still made Lin Jun dizzy.

"Damn, I don't believe in evil anymore!"

Riding up and falling, getting up and riding again, I don't know how many times I fell, before the sun went down, Lin Jun was finally able to ride the "blizzard" for a few laps, but it still didn't seem to be honest, and he stood upright with his feet without paying attention, making the guy on his back embarrassed.

But no matter what, after soaking all day, "Blizzard" barely became Lin Jun's mount, although he was not very convinced. Lin Jun was not in a hurry to go home, but personally made a groom to add food to the "Blizzard", but the best oats could not attract the attention of the "Blizzard", and the breeder told Lin Jun that this was because the horse was not used to being fed by others: because the "Blizzard" was a good horse among good horses, there had always been a special breeder, and he rarely ate the food fed by others.

"Chief, don't worry, at least you can already ride it, and you can get used to it when you have time to practice more in the future." Landscoch kindly told Lin Jun: What he said is also the truth, at least Lin Jun has been able to ride the "blizzard", just a few more trips. Although there is no guarantee that the wind will be galloping, at least it will not be turned on the back of the horse.

Later, Landscoch and other staff officers said: "The chief's comprehension ability is still good, and on this day, he has been able to ride a horse and trot, and it is estimated that he will not be able to wear a goof." ”

The horse still has to be ridden, but not tomorrow, nor this month, because Lin Jun, who returned home, was carried back to the bedroom by the staff officers, and it scared Vukinskaya a lot.

The after-effects of being thrown all afternoon were only revealed on the return car: the whole body was sore, and the place where the fall was injured was even more painful. Although through the thick winter cavalry pants, the two thighs were still frayed from the skin. Because her husband kept shouting that it hurt and sour, Vuginskaya decided to give Lin Jun a massage, but found that her husband had multiple bruises all over his body, and he was distressed for a long time.

"How did you fall like this?" The wife asked while massaging her husband with wine.

"Oops! Tap. Yes, that's it. It's all to blame on this old guy Budyonny, who got me the best war horse, and the name is scary, it's called Blizzard, and hey, hey, it's a good horse! I let it fall without paying attention, and it fell like this. ”

"Just a careless fall?! Andrey, your wife is a surgeon, who are you fooling? ”

"It's not like a one-time trip, I've forgotten how many times I've fallen, but no matter what, I can ride it around in circles." There's no shame in telling the truth to your beloved wife, "Kaya, don't tell anyone that I fell so badly, you can't let anyone know. ”

"In the future, you must pay attention to safety when you go horseback riding, if you fall badly, it is not a joke! I won't tell anyone else, it's my Andrei's secret! ”

"Got it, Superman fell off his horse and became a vegetative person, and your husband is not Superman yet."

"What Superman?"

"Oh, it's the legendary superhero, I made it up." Lin Jun is full of nonsense, "It's hard to say Superman, I can't explain that the guy's name is Christoph Reeve (the actor of the movie "Superman", who accidentally fell into a vegetative state during a horse riding competition and died. is a futuristic person who was born 14 years later. He thought as he cried out in pain.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a superhero, even if he is injured, he does not cry out in pain, and he only shows his true self in front of his wife - men will also be hurt, and he will yell twice if it hurts, at least his wife will feel distressed, alas!

"By the way, when are you going to report to medical school?"

"The day after tomorrow, I have arranged everything at home. This time, all the outstanding young surgeons selected by the whole Soviet Union to participate in the advanced course were specially approved. It was highly valued that our mentor, Comrade Nikolai Nilovich Bultenko, the best surgeon in the USSR, would also intern in the hospital attached to the Academy. ”

"Oh, a good mentor."

Lin Jun is talking nonsense again, because he doesn't know this Buldenko at all, but in his last life, when he was 17 years old, he had a bad cold in Moscow, and as a result, he was hospitalized for three days in a hospital called "Nikolai Nilovich Bultenko". There are not many hospitals named after people, and he has even less experience in hospitalization, so Lin Jun has some impressions. Besides, the person who can name a hospital after himself must be a celebrity, and this person is a doctor, then he must be a very good doctor.

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The next day, Lin Jun, who was walking in a somewhat strange posture, returned to the equipment department, and the comrades enthusiastically inquired about the situation when they saw the limping deputy political commissar, "Hehe, it's nothing, it's just that I accidentally fell on a horse yesterday." ”

It is not surprising that wrestling on horseback attracted more greetings from comrades. In order not to have embarrassing scenes again, except when necessary, Lin Jun locked himself in the office all day and did not come out.

People are sometimes addicted to doing one thing, and the same is true for improving weapons and equipment, and today Lin Jun is designing new weapons again, "Gusev, do you know where there are German grenades?" ”

"Chief, there should be a small arms design bureau, and there are also some ammunition research units."

As soon as he heard Lin Jun's questioning, Gusev carried out the duties of a staff officer very well: answering questions without asking the reason.

"You go get me a few at noon, if they have grenades from other countries, they can get me a few of each, and then find a bomb disposal expert, a technician who knows how to navigate."

"Yes, Comrade Andrei."

Waiting for the staff officer to walk out of his office, Lin Jun opened his drawer, and there were several RGD-33 grenades lying inside. Lin Jun has been idle for a while, and has come to the conclusion that "if no one teaches him how to use these plays, it will be easy to blow himself up to the sky!" ”

Why can you blow yourself up into the sky? It's not because it's not a good safety factor, but it's too good, it's too complicated for safety, and I don't know what the designer's brain thinks, and I have created an iron guy who novices don't know where to start. Not to mention the complex structure, it is also troublesome to manufacture.

There are two ways to use general grenades: a pull rope with a handle is enough; It is enough to pull out the safety pin without a handle, but the use of this RGD-33 requires four steps, and each step must be operated carefully and carefully, otherwise it may blow itself up. What Lin Jun doesn't understand is that he must use explosive force when throwing, without pause, and must use large and short force, otherwise the grenade will be blinded. The most excessive is that the fuse of the grenade is separate from the body of the grenade in normal times for safety, and is installed by the user himself before use.

"Is there any mistake, if you sneak attack the enemy in the room, and we are all standing by the window, do I have to take a few steps back and aim at the window, raise my arms and shout and throw out the grenade?! To be safe and do it yourself? Devise! ”

In the past few days, Lin Jun has become more and more angry about this grenade, the Red Army soldiers have been using this kind of safe and somewhat excessive grenade, and I don't know how many soldiers will pay the price of their lives because of this mallet during the war!

"This bastard designer should be shot!"

Lin Jun will not really shoot the designers of the RGD-33, this bad design is a problem left over from the Tsarist period, and it is difficult to change when habits become natural.

It is now fashionable for grenades to be installed by the user in the trenches, as is the German's long-handled grenade, perhaps this is the embodiment of the designer's "humanization" - two reasons can be considered for this problem; First, the designer has concerns about the safety of the fuze he designs, that is, the fuze has safety problems; Second, this idiot has never been on the front line! I don't know what the warrior needs is a weapon that is ready to raise his hand at all times.

In the afternoon, several staff officers carried boxes of various grenades into Lin Jun's office, startling the other comrades of the equipment department who passed by, along with several grenade technicians.

Lin Jun took out a few drawings: "You give me a trial production of a batch of new grenades according to the designs on these drawings, and I will go to accept them in a month." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.QIDIAN.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )