Time returned twenty minutes ago, the headquarters artillery brigade position.

"Huang, didn't I remember you said that there are no 105 mm barrel guns in the active equipment of the Eighth Route Army? And what's going on with these two guns in front of you? ”

"Of all the scientists I know, you're definitely the most cunning."

Facing Lao Cui's scorching and somewhat complaining gaze, Huang He snorted a little embarrassedly.

I can only say that the flag can't be planted indiscriminately in the future. It's like a boomerang, and sooner or later it will hit you in the head.

Fortunately, the ally did not continue to complain, he only vented his frustration slightly, and then turned his attention to the M1935B and Schneider M1936.

For the current Eastern Front in Europe, this 105 mm caliber gun is very much needed in the north.

Although this matter is Huang He's fault, he has never been a person who will give in words. After thinking for a moment, Huang said to his allies:

"I didn't tell you the truth before, because I needed to keep it secret for operational reasons. As a senior commander, you will surely understand my plight. ”

"These cannons can also be added to the future Lend-Lease bill."

"After our top management agrees, our Eighth Route Army will build a factory in Suiyuan or further north, so that the finished product can be directly sent to your front line through the Trans-Siberian Railway."

In the plan of the Yellow River, after the troops completely recovered Suiyuan, they could establish a super-large arsenal at the local site.

As a well-known name, he tentatively named the factory the Republic of China Ordnance Industry, under the jurisdiction of a North Heavy Industry specializing in the production of heavy weapons and a North Industry responsible for foreign liaison.

As for the factory logo, Huang also designed it, so let's use an explosive North Star.

Presumably, this super-large arsenal will definitely become the first manufacturer to be recognized by the system, providing massive data bonuses to the military factories in the Awakening Brave Tiger.

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Just as Cui and Huang were arguing, an operational staff officer of the artillery brigade of the headquarters came to the scene.

"Director Huang, our self-propelled rocket artillery unit is about to enter battle. Commander Zhang asked me to inform you, now you can go to the position to record data. ”

As soon as these words came out, Lao Cui's eyes like a resentful woman came again, and the scene made the guards on the side get goosebumps.

However, this time, Huang He did not explain much, but looked at each other openly, without any weakness of heart.

After all, self-propelled rocket artillery was still a weapon of the world's cutting-edge technology in 1941.

Want?

That's going to have to add money!

It seems that there is a certain deep meaning from Huang He's facial expressions, and Lao Cui did not babble as before after hearing about the self-propelled rocket artillery unit, but was ready to watch the battle.

Escorted by the guards, the two came to the rear of the artillery position by car.

As for the reason why I didn't go to the observation post, it's very simple, simply because I can't see it. The firing range of more than a dozen kilometers has already exceeded the limits of the current optical observation of the Eighth Route Army.

The subjective and lateral views of the forward observation posts can be seen clearly, and if you are good at math, you can even use a coordinate chart and slide rule to triangular and direct the artillery group to fire.

But the distance between it and the devil is only about three kilometers, which is obviously not suitable for Huang and Cui.

After all, one of them has a special identity, and one person is very important to the entire TG, and if something happens, no one can afford this responsibility, and it is already the limit to be able to wander around in a relatively safe artillery position.

Looking at the trucks that were ready, Lao Cui said with emotion:

"Huang, this is your Katyusha, it's amazing."

"But you are really not honest, if this matter is strictly investigated by our high-level officials, the director of the Second Central Special Design Bureau will probably have to go to the NKVD."

Theoretically speaking, the Red Arrow-2 of the Eighth Route Army is partially related to Katyusha, but the former is a typical representative of the blue and better than the blue.

However, Lao Cui didn't know these twists and turns.

When the BM-13 was first launched, the only high-level people on the scene were Timoshenko, Zhukov and Ustinov, who was still tortured by preserved fruits in the mountain city.

In other words, this thing has only learned about Katyusha through internal intelligence, and has never seen the true face of self-propelled rocket artillery.

In the face of the ridicule of his allies, Huang He sharply retorted:

"The Type 41-2 122-mm self-propelled rocket launcher just looks a lot like the BM-13. In terms of the performance and perfection of weapons alone, our domestic products are definitely far ahead. ”

"I can't reveal the exact parameters, but I can tell you that it has a range of fifteen kilometers, which is almost twice the range of the Katyusha."

"In the field of rockets, I dare to pat my chest and say one thing, that is, our Eighth Route Army has gone to the forefront of the world."

The Yellow River's overflowing self-confidence suddenly made Lao Cui speechless, who let the family tell the truth.

The air force of the Eighth Route Army is equipped with aviation rockets, and the infantry has an extremely unnatural individual anti-tank rocket launcher, coupled with the self-propelled rocket artillery in front of them, it is not far ahead.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Lao Cui will find that the former little brother has the potential to catch up with his own family, and all the other party needs now is time and accumulation.

If you insist on saying that your side has any advantages, it is only the Red Navy, which is invincible in land battles.

Just as the two were "arguing," the portable communicator on the waist of the combat staff officer of the artillery brigade of the headquarters rang. Moments later, the slightly young warrior reported to the Yellow River:

"Director Huang, the battle is about to begin, you and this foreign comrade should hurry up and take their positions."

Hearing this, Huang didn't say a word, grabbed Lao Cui's arm and ran to the predetermined position. As soon as they arrived at their destination, they heard the rough voice of Head Zhang.

"A salvo of the whole regiment! Target No. 173, ruler 570, datum shot to the left 0-50! ”

"Ready! Put! ”

Suddenly, the wind kicked up dust and sprinkled it into the sky, and the air was filled with suffocating smoke. From a distance, there was nothing on the position except for the crimson tail flame.

The unique screeching sound of a rocket can be heard even from afar.

Compared with the calm headquarters artillery brigade, the expressions of the soldiers of the Jinchaji Military Region can be described as the terrifying bundle of the warship world.

After all, this is the first appearance of self-propelled rocket artillery in North China, and it is also the first time that the infantry of the Eighth Route Army has fought with it, and no one knows what kind of sound this cannon makes, nor what kind of bombing effect it will have. (End of chapter)