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

Bian Xiaowei was curious: "Old Xing, what's the matter of happiness? You can't be alone. Let us be happy too."

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

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

Xing Zhiguo looked around and saw that the two people in the story were absent, and then he smiled and said, "Xiaobian, you know that our brigade commander loves to joke.

When preparing the combat plan that day, I was thinking about where to fight and how to fight all day long, which seemed particularly deep.

However, after the determination to fight was made, it became easier again, and we started to joke about our political commissar.

As he walked, he suddenly shouted: Be careful, blind, you're going downhill."

"Be careful, blind man, you're going downhill? What a joke?" Yuan Chenming was very puzzled, and he had just met the political commissar, he was not blind!

Bian Xiaowei said: "Our political commissar is highly myopic. He usually reads books and wears glasses to see them before he can see them."

"Yes, that's it." Xing Zhiguo said: "When the political commissar heard the reminder from our brigade commander, he hurriedly squatted down and reached out to touch the ground. He found that he was fooled, which made everyone laugh."

Wearing a black-framed thick glasses, such a gentle man, squatting down to touch the ground because of a word, he realized that he had been cheated. It was quite interesting.

Yuan Chenming thought to himself: "The brigade commander is really good at teasing people."

Bian Xiaowei felt more deeply. When he came to the brigade, he often joked with his comrades, and he was a very funny person.

I just didn't expect there was such an interesting thing.

After letting them digest it for a while, 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, a lame man, will make jokes about people, go quickly and leave quickly."

Bian Xiaowei knew it and smiled and said, "Oh, I didn't realize that our political commissar is also quite interesting."

It made Yuan Chenming beside him a little confused. Is the brigade commander a cripple?

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

He was urging by the political commissar, so he had to beg for mercy and admit defeat.

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

Then carefully helped the political commissar across the river.

After hearing this, Yuan Chenming thought about it, as if this was the friendship between soldiers.

Also, the cripple brigade commander and the blind political commissar have learned new knowledge.

I feel like I am getting more and more integrated into this era. The characters I used to see in books are now so close to him.

"Hey, what are you talking about? You are laughing so happily?" From the yard not far behind the three of them, tall and thin men walked towards the three of them, leaning on a cane.

"Brig Commander." x2

"brigadier?"

When talking about others behind your back, the most embarrassing thing is that the person being discussed is behind you.

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

"Tell a joke."

"Talking about the ambush battle in Shentouling."

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

"Oh, is that?"

I don’t know when the brigade commander came and how much he heard. Did he hear that the brigade commander was a cripple?

Xing Zhiguo laughed even worse than crying, and was extremely embarrassed.

The brigade commander laughed and patted his shoulder: "I am not a man-eating demon. Are you so scared? Besides, it is true that the lame leg is a fact, and you can still be afraid of people."

Xing Zhiguo nodded, and sighed sincerely while breathing a sigh of relief.

The brigade commander is still very kind.

Bian Xiaowei also thinks so.

The brigade commander noticed Yuan Chenming who was not speaking, with his sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was quite handsome. He remembered the scholar who made grenades that the Chief of Staff told him before.

"You are the big showman who came with the propaganda team, who made the grenade?"

"I made the grenade, but I really don't dare to be a great scholar. You are much more educated than me." Yuan Chenming said this sincerely.

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

If Yuan Chenming, a great scholar, can pretend to be in front of Li Yunlong, a rough man, and still put it in front of the brigade commander, it is purely because he is embarrassed and not too fast enough.

The brigade commander smiled and said, "What's wrong with a scholar? What can you afford to be a scholar? It's okay to say that scholars are scholars, and I'm also considered a scholar."

"Ha, then Brigade Commander, you are a martial scholar. How could a scholar Wen lead troops to fight and make the enemy so praise it?" Yuan Chenming said.

Wen Xiucai, Wu Xiucai, and Xing Zhiguo thought this distinction was quite interesting. The martial scholar was just a good shot, a good shot, or a good shot with the Japanese to fight bayonets.

No matter what, the one who only knows how to write about literature is Wen Xiucai, and the one who joins the army to command the military strategy is Wu Xiucai.

Seeing that the brigade commander and the newly-known friend were having a good chat, Xing Zhiguo said tactfully: "Brigade commander, then we'll go and have a good time, and you guys will chat slowly."

"Yes, brigade commander, let's go first." Bian Xiaowei also said.

"Okay, then you guys go and do your business." The brigade commander sent them away, turned his head and said to Yuan Chenming: "Come with me, I want to hear you talk about how grenades are made and what are their characteristics."

"Yes, brigade commander." Yuan Chenming naturally substituted himself as a subordinate, the same as Li Yunlong met the brigade commander.

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

The brigade commander's kindness made him less unnecessary nervousness, and the two of them walked along the small road in the village and spoke.

As mentioned before, there are two types of grenades from the Eighth Route Army. One is made from the military arsenal. Some collected armed forces and used relatively reasonable tools to create some grenades with considerable effects.

Another type is the local grenades made by the people in the border area base areas, imitating and imagining, and using rough tools.

In terms of output, the former brigade commander knew very well that the arsenal in the Taihang Mountains produced 5,000 grenades per month, which sounded quite a lot, but think about how many troops needed it.

The Eighth Route Army now has more than 300,000 people and 60,000 grenades, not enough for everyone to have one.

The main forces and local armed forces of the Eighth Route Army were mainly supplied by grenades, one was to seize them, and the other was to be manufactured by the people in the border areas.

And the grenade with uneven quality and even one blown in half will cost nearly 50 cents.

A bowl of jelly can be eaten for five cents, and 50 cents is not a small amount, it is equivalent to a few kilograms of millet.

There are many Eighth Route Army soldiers who usually don’t have the grenade, but every time they are about to throw it out, they think in their minds that they are a few kilograms of millet to throw it out.

Yuan Chenming created a grenade to plagiarize the plan to improve the Eighth Route Army Arsenal in the late War of Resistance Against Japan.

The main features are: prefabricated fragments make the explosion-killing effect better.

The warhead is made thinner, and the amount of gunpowder is slightly reduced. The material that could have made two can now be made three can be made, and the cost is reduced.

The grenade is lighter and the throwing distance is even longer.

"Okay, this is a great thing. To promote the new grenade manufacturing process, your contribution will be the last regiment." The brigade commander couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

Sixty thousand grenades become ninety thousand, and thirty thousand grenades can even support a group. If promoted, the effect will be more than just a group.

Yuan Chenming also had some estimates about this, but he would not be proud of it.

He has a good idea of ​​how much he has, not to mention that the Eighth Route Army can also get this technique in a few years.

Even if this technology is unique, if it is not promoted, what does it mean to be a waste?

Technology and implementation are two different things.

The brigade commander kept paying attention to his expression. Seeing that he was not praised, he looked up to him in his heart.

As for the idea of ​​improving grenades, the brigade commander asked curiously, "Why did you think of these things? What inspired you."

"Brig Commander, our wooden handle grenade is a imitation of German m24 grenade. Do you know that?"

"I know that Germany's things are good, grenade rifles, light and heavy machine guns, and many imitations of the arsenals in our country." The brigade commander said, and also remembered the introduction of the German m24 grenade that an engineer in the arsenal told him.

The m24 is designed with a wooden handle. Due to the lever principle, basically trained soldiers can throw it far and accurately.

German veterans can generally stand and often throw grenades to 50 meters or even further, a distance that other grenades in the world cannot reach.

Moreover, due to the long handle, m24 can be thrown extremely accurately. In actual combat, German soldiers often throw grenades accurately into fortifications controlled by the enemy, house windows, and narrow foxgloves.

And there is another more important issue. This kind of grenade is simpler to imitate and has a lower cost.

The brigade commander stopped, turned his head and looked at him and asked, "What does this have to do with your inspiration for improving your design?"

"It's a big deal." Yuan Chenming paused and explained: "Oranges grow in Huainan and are oranges, and those grow in Huainan and are tangerines. The weapons produced by the Germans are suitable for them, but not necessarily suitable for our country."

"Germans are generally strong and have developed muscles and are slightly better than us because they have a lot of meat and protein all year round. For example, the Mauser rifle they designed has good accuracy and power, but their recoil is not small."

"For the Germans, this is easier to overcome. But for the thin warriors here, it is very difficult to overcome it."

"The same is true for grenades. In order to enhance their power, they are designed with a relatively heavy design. But in fact, they have to make some changes to suit local conditions on the battlefield here."

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

He said that the Soviet Union was stupid and thick in everything he did, and he put two kilograms of explosives in an anti-infantry mine. To be honest, so many explosives were enough to make ten mines.
To be continued...