The three of them digested this matter with their own thoughts, but Xing Zhiguo suddenly laughed, as if he remembered something interesting.

Bian Xiaowei was curious: "Lao Xing, what's the happy thing, you can't be happy alone, say it and let us both be happy." ”

Yuan Chenming also expressed curiosity, he couldn't laugh for no reason.

"It was also an interesting thing that happened during that battle."

Xing Zhiguo looked left and right, and when he saw that the two in the story were not there, he smiled and said, "Xiaobian, you also know that our brigade commander loves to joke very much.

When I was preparing the battle plan that day, I spent the whole day thinking about where to fight and how to fight, which was particularly deep.

However, when the determination to fight was made, it became easy again, and we made a joke about our political commissar.

As he walked, he suddenly shouted: Blind beware, it's going downhill. ”

"Blind beware, downhill? What kind of joke is this? Yuan Chenming was very puzzled, and he had just met the political commissar, not blind!

Bian Xiaowei said: "Our political commissar is highly myopia, usually reads, and wears glasses to see it. ”

"Yes, that's right." Xing Zhiguo said: "When the political commissar heard our brigade commander's reminder, he thought it was true, and hurriedly squatted down and reached out to touch the ground. It turned out that he was fooled, which caused everyone to laugh. ”

With a black-framed thick glasses, such a polite person, because of a sentence squatting down and touching the ground, only to find out that he was deceived, is quite interesting.

Yuan Chenming thought to himself: "The brigade commander is really good at playing tricks on people. ”

Bian Xiaowei felt even deeper, and when he came to the brigade, he also often used the brigade commander to joke with his comrades, and he was a very funny and humorous person.

It's just that I didn't expect such an interesting story.

After letting the two of them digest it, Xing Zhiguo said again: "That's not all, do you think our political commissar is a vegetarian?" After reacting, he urged our brigade commander to leave quickly, and said: You lame man will make fun of people, go quickly, go quickly. ”

Bian Xiaowei realized it and said with a smile: "Oh, I didn't see that our political commissar is also quite interesting." ”

It made Yuan Chenming on the side a little confused, is the brigade commander lame?

After listening to Xing Zhiguo's explanation, he realized that the brigade commander had been wounded in the leg and was a little lame, and he usually had to walk on crutches when marching and walking, and he couldn't walk fast.

was urged by the political commissar, and had to beg for mercy and admit defeat.

Of course, these are all jokes, and the relationship between the two of them is quite deep. Later, when he crossed the river, the brigade commander stopped, stretched out his hand, and said, "Come on, let me, a lame man, lead you, a blind man." ”

Then he carefully helped the commissar across the river.

Yuan Chenming thought for a moment after listening to it, it seems that this is the friendship between soldiers.

Also, the lame brigade commander, the blind commissar, learned something new.

It feels more and more integrated into this era, and the characters that he used to only see in books are now so close to him.

"Hey, what are you talking about, smiling so happily?" From the courtyard not far behind the three of them, a tall, thin man, with a cane, walked towards the three of them.

"Brigadier Commander." ×2

"Brigadier Commander?"

The most embarrassing thing about talking about others behind your back is that the person being talked about is right behind you.

Hearing the brigade commander's question, Xing Zhiguo and Bian Xiaowei replied at the same time:

"Tell jokes."

"Talk about the Shentouling ambush."

Facing the brigade commander's sharp eyes, Bian Xiaowei lowered his head and shut up, Xing Zhiguo said: "I told them about the Shentouling ambush battle, the difference between the ambush battle that Li Yunlong just fought, and by the way, tell a little joke." ”

"Oh, really?"

I don't know when the brigade commander came, and how much he listened. Did you hear it, he said that the brigade commander was lame?

Xing Zhiguo laughed more ugly than crying, and he was very embarrassed.

The brigade commander smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm not a man-eating demon king, as for being so afraid?" Besides, lame legs are a fact, and you can still be afraid of people saying it. ”

Xing Zhiguo nodded, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sincerely.

The brigade commander was still very kind.

The wingman thinks so, too.

The brigade commander noticed Yuan Chenming, who was not speaking on the side, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looked quite handsome. He remembered what the chief of staff had told him about the grenade-making talent.

"You're the one who came with the propaganda team and made the grenade?"

"I made the grenade, but Da Xiucai really didn't dare to be it, brigade commander, you are much more educated than me." Yuan Chenming said this sincerely.

The brigade commander studied at the Whampoa Military Academy, which was the cradle of military generals, much better than the unknown university he had studied before.

Yuan Chenming, a great talent, can pretend to be in front of Li Yunlong, a big boss, and if he still poses in front of the brigade commander, it is purely because he is embarrassed and not fast enough.

The brigade commander smiled and said, "What's wrong with Xiucai, what's not to blame." There is no problem in saying that all scholars are talents, and I am also a talent. ”

"Ha, that brigade commander, you can be regarded as Wu Xiucai, how can Wen Xiucai lead the troops to fight and make the enemy so praised." Yuan Chenming said.

Wen Xiucai, Wu Xiucai, and Xing Zhiguo think this distinction is quite interesting. That Wuju person is accurate in shooting, accurate in cannons, or fighting with devils with bayonets to kill the enemy.

In any case, the one who can only dance and write is Wen Xiucai, and the one who writes from Rong to command the military strategy war is Wu Xiucai.

Seeing that the brigade commander and his newly met friend were chatting energetically, Xing Zhiguo said with interest: "Brigade commander, then we will go and get busy first, and you can talk slowly." ”

"Yes, brigade commander, then we'll go first." Bian Xiaowei also said.

"Okay, then you guys go get busy." The brigade commander sent the two of them away, turned his head and said to Yuan Chenming: "Come with me, I want to hear you tell me how grenades are made and what their characteristics are." ”

"Yes, Brigadier." Yuan Chenming naturally substituted himself as a subordinate, just like Li Yunlong saw the brigade commander.

The brigade commander waved his hand and said, "Hey, you don't have to be so polite here, you can treat me as a friend, let's talk." “

The kindness of the brigade commander made him less nervous than necessary, and the two of them talked as they walked along the village road.

As mentioned before, there are two kinds of grenades in the Eighth Route Army. One is made by the military region's arsenal, and some military engineers have been collected, and some grenades with relatively good tools have been made.

The other is the home-made grenades made by the common people in the base areas of the border areas, imitating and imagining them and using crude tools.

In terms of output, the former brigade commander knows very well that the arsenal in the Taihang Mountains produces 5,000 grenades a month, which sounds like a lot, but think about how many troops need it.

The Eighth Route Army now has more than 300,000 people and 60,000 grenades, which is not enough for one person.

The main supply of grenades to the main forces of the Eighth Route Army and local armed forces depended on capture and production by the people in the border areas.

And even the kind of grenades of uneven quality, even one that explodes in half, the cost of one is nearly five cents.

You can eat a bowl of cold noodles for five cents, and five cents is not a small amount, equivalent to a few catties of millet.

There are many soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who usually can't take this grenade baby, and every time they are ready to throw it out, they calculate in their hearts that this is a few catties of millet thrown out.

Yuan Chenming came up with a grenade, which was plagiarized from the improvement plan of the Eighth Route Army Arsenal in the later stage of the Anti-Japanese War.

There are mainly several characteristics: prefabricated fragments, which make the explosion kill effect better.

The warhead was made thinner, the charge of gunpowder was slightly reduced, and the material that could have made two pieces could now be made into three, and the cost was reduced.

The grenade is lighter and can be thrown farther.

"Okay, this is a great thing, spread the new grenade manufacturing process, and your credit can be crowned to the next regiment." The brigade commander couldn't help but slap his hands and laugh when he heard this.

60,000 grenades become 90,000, and 30,000 grenades can top a regiment. If it is promoted, the effect is more than just a group.

Yuan Chenming also has some estimates for this, but he is not proud of it.

He has a few pounds and a few taels of his own, not to mention that this kind of technology will be able to be figured out by the Eighth Route Army himself in a few years.

Even if the technology is unique, what does it mean if it is not promoted?

Technology and implementation are two different things.

The brigade commander kept paying attention to his expression, and when he saw that he was not being praised, he looked up at him in his heart.

As for the idea of improving the grenade, the brigade commander asked curiously, "Why did you come up with this?" What inspires you. ”

"Brigade commander, our wooden-handled grenade is an imitation of the German M24 grenade, you know that, right?"

"I know that German things are not bad, grenades and rifles, light and heavy machine guns, and our country's arsenals are all imitations." As the brigade commander spoke, he also remembered the introduction of the German M24 grenade that an engineer in the arsenal had told him.

The M24 is designed with a wooden handle, and thanks to the lever principle, a soldier with basic training can throw it far and accurately.

German veterans were generally able to adopt a standing position, often throwing grenades to 50 meters or more, a distance that no other grenade in the world could reach.

And because of the long handle, the M24 can be thrown extremely accurately. In actual combat, German soldiers often accurately threw grenades into enemy-controlled fortifications, house windows, and narrow foxholes.

And there is a more important problem, this grenade is simpler to imitate and less expensive.

The brigade commander paused, turned his head to look at him, and asked, "What does this have to do with your improvement of the design inspiration?" ”

"It's a big deal." Yuan Chenming paused and explained: "If an orange is born in Huainan, it is an orange, and if it is born in Huaibei, it is an orange. The weapons produced and manufactured by the Germans are suitable for them Germans, not necessarily for our own country. ”

"Germans are generally strong and muscular, and they are slightly better than us because they have more meat protein all year round. For example, the Mauser rifle they designed is good in accuracy and power, but the recoil is not small. ”

"For the Germans, this is relatively easy to overcome. But for our thin warriors here, it is very difficult to overcome. ”

"It's the same with grenades, which are bulky in order to be more powerful. But in fact, on the battlefield we have here, we have to make some changes according to local conditions. ”

Speaking of this, Yuan Chenming couldn't help but think of an interesting thing he had heard.

Saying that the Soviet Union did everything stupidly and coarsely, he meowed an anti-infantry mine and put two pounds of explosives. To put it mildly, so many explosives are enough to make ten mines.

Put two catties of explosives, what a hatred you have with the enemy!

If the enemy stepped on it, there would definitely be no complete corpse, and it was estimated that if he wanted to bury him, his comrades would have to take a piece of cloth and pick it up little by little on the ground.

And the Eighth Route Army later fought mine warfare, and some anti-infantry mines were interesting.

The explosive yield is very small, and stepping on it will blow up half the sole of the foot, which is never fatal.

But this effect is much stronger than killing an enemy, because if you blow up an enemy, the enemy has to leave someone to help. If you want to take it to the rear hospital for treatment, you have to carry two people on a stretcher.

One mine to replace the enemy's three living forces is definitely the most cost-effective deal.

"These, write a proposal before leaving, and leave it to the Eighth Route Army to think about it and improve it." Yuan Chenming thought like this.

The brigade commander hadn't met with the political commissar yet, and he didn't know that Yuan Chenming had made up his mind to leave, let alone what he was thinking at the moment.

On the contrary, after listening to his words, the brigade commander was quite inspired and felt that this was really the case.

You can't be superstitious and think that the weapons made by a military power are good. It is necessary to choose the right one for yourself.

Is the Mauser rifle good, good. But the fighters were generally reluctant to use it, the recoil was too strong, and it was too difficult to hit.

The improved imitation of the Chinese formal rifle and the captured 38 large gayer were unanimously welcomed by the soldiers.

Why, because these things are the right thing to use.

Also, whether large-caliber heavy artillery is good or not, one shell hitting half of the playground can wipe out dozens or hundreds of enemies.

But for the Eighth Route Army, this kind of heavy artillery is really not as affordable as a few Type 92 infantry guns.

At this time, the roads in China were very poor, and the heavy artillery needed to be towed by cars, and it was difficult to move.

Even if the Japanese hold these heavy artillery, they will not be able to play on the battlefield in North China.

The Eighth Route Army was too slippery, they couldn't hit anyone.

On the contrary, the Type 92 infantry gun, which can be pushed and run by two people, is very light. It's not bad to use it to attack fortifications and kill enemies.

It's a pity that the Eighth Route Army captured a small number of Type 92 infantry guns and fewer shells. You can only save to get by.

Otherwise, the turrets that the Japanese built were not foreign and dirty, and all the fucking ones would have been blown away.

Can you still keep them under their noses?

I didn't think Yuan Chenming had a way, the brigade commander didn't mention it, he told Yuan Chenming to do a good job of establishing a grenade factory in the brigade, and when the first batch of grenades was made, he wanted to see the effect in person.

In addition, when this matter is done, Yuan Chenming will be arranged to be the deputy director and researcher of this arsenal, specializing in the research of military weapons.

Yuan Chenming's eyes widened, squeaked, and he didn't know what to say for a while.