artillery arc

Chapter 271 Looking to the future
Wang Zhong: “Our department will establish a full-time feedback department as soon as possible. At that time, the contact address will be sent to each unit in a written notice. If you have any comments about the aircraft, you can write to us.

"Your post-war experience summary will also be sent to us as a reference for improving weapons.

"I'll make sure the engineers don't ignore your opinions!"

Wang Zhong glanced at the engineer.

"If engineers insist that their designs are the best, they must go to the front line to drive the things they designed for a year's work."

When Drachenko heard this, he immediately laughed: "This is good, this is great! Even if the engineer doesn't know how to fly a plane, he can also be a rear seat gunner."

The death rate of the Il-2 rear seat gunner is many times higher than that of the pilot. After all, enemy aircraft mainly attack from the rear.

The engineer who was still arrogant just now turned green: "No, no, this can't be done. The empire has trained me for so many years, and you can't let me die like an ordinary soldier!"

Wang Zhong: "Why not? In fact, many engineers have died in the battles of the past six months. Is there anything special about you? No, I don't think so. Since you are stubborn and think that your weapon design ideas are perfect , then prove it to us.”

The engineer grimaced.

I deeply understand that Ant’s country has a very high latitude.

While Wang Zhong thought this, he said goodbye to Drachenko and led Grigory directly down the stairs.

Engineer: "Then how do you face the enemy's fighter jets?"

The engineer looked at their smiles and suppressed his blush.

Wang Zhong thought for a while and decided to write an article, calling on college students who had experienced the war to come back with their frontline experiences and shine in more important places.

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There are people on earth who fight against Santoku during the war, continue studying after the war, and eventually become great.

On Wang Zhong's side, he had just come out of the Ordnance Bureau and looked at his watch - it was getting dark soon. It gets dark very early in Yebao this season, and Lyudmila was still going to the Summer Palace to meet Her Majesty Olga I. Have afternoon tea.

The engineer opened his mouth: "Is this...appropriate?"

Drachenko then put away his smile and patted the engineer on the shoulder: "Improve it well. I think Lieutenant General Rokossov is also very talkative. What you have improved is fine. He will not send you to the front line." of."

Drachenko saw off Lieutenant General Rokossov and disappeared around the corner. Then he looked at the engineer and said, "You are welcome to become a rear seat machine gunner here."

Drachenko laughed loudly: "Do you think we need to use forward firepower when facing enemy fighter jets? You don't know how cumbersome the thing you designed is?"

The engineer's mouth trembled for a while before he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "The re-trimming of the aircraft needs to be redesigned. It will take several months. Especially the synchronization device of the cannon. It requires many tests to ensure that the propeller is exactly the same when the cannon fires." The gap..."

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly thought of something. Why not recruit people who have experienced war from the front line as designers.

But he no longer wants to write by hand, so let Vasily learn how to use a typewriter as soon as possible!

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After finishing speaking, Drachenko turned around and waved to his follower: "Let's go! Go back and talk to the troops about today's events. General Rokossov really understands airplanes, but Kharlamov of the Destroyer Group doesn't." It’s nonsense, everyone thought he was talking like this in his sleep because he was drunk, but it turned out to be true!”

Is it okay to let them come back to study in advance and become great people?

Drachenko: "Let's change it. In fact, we have another plan over there, which is to remove the cannon, free up the weight of the cannon and shells, and bring more large-caliber rockets. We have an idea, Simply change the BM13 rocket into an aviation rocket, reduce the amount of propellant, and make the warhead larger.”

The pilot who followed Drachenko also laughed.

Drachenko: "It's appropriate. In fact, someone has asked the ground crew to change it like this. The number of rockets it can carry can be doubled! When attacking the ground, use a machine gun to determine the distance and then fire rockets."

Wang Zhong got into the car, and the driver immediately looked back at him: "Where is the destination?"

"Go back to Rokosov Manor." Wang Zhong thought for a second and ordered.

The main thing was that I was a little tired from running around all day, so I went back to the manor to take a rest. When Vasily arrived, I could give him a typewriter and start writing documents.

First, determine the technical specifications of the 100mm artillery carrier, and then the location, personnel composition, etc. of the new committee...

Wang Zhong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. There were so many troubles, why not just transfer Pavlov to this committee and work as a cow horse.

Pavlov is first of all trustworthy, and secondly he has strong working ability and can definitely take on big responsibilities.

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Kubinka, Guards 1st Machine Infantry Division Headquarters, Pavlov suddenly sneezed several times in a row, and the documents on the desktop were stained with saliva and snot.

He quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped it. While wiping it, he cursed: "My wife must be reading it again."

Yegorov: "What are you reading? You've been transferred to the capital and why don't you go home?"

"Otherwise?" Pavlov was stunned. "Sometimes I really envy you. Your wife is in the military hospital. When will the wedding be held?"

Yegorov: "Our idea is not to waste time holding a wedding at this time. Now food has begun to be rationed. Even the laundry team assigned to the army is rationed. It is not appropriate to hold a wedding."

Food for combatants and support personnel at key locations is still supplied according to normal standards, but the supply for hired "civilians" is not so optimistic.

In other words, Neli, who is only a civilian husband in name, can still eat better. Of course Nellie is not eating in Kubinka now, and according to her wishes, her quota is divided among several laundry ladies with children at home.

General Rokossov's rationing was handled along the same lines.

Pavlov: "My wife scolded me because I couldn't get more rations for my family. I lost Kozalia, but evacuated so many people to the east. Maybe people will starve to death next year."

Yegorov nodded seriously and changed the subject: "Is your wife also a Khazalia?"

"Yes, but after coming to Yebao to study, she only regarded herself as a Yebao native. She even began to dislike me for being an old-fashioned guy."

After Pavlov finished speaking, Yegorov smiled bitterly: "If you can't fight back, you will always be a cliché."

"We will fight back, I believe in the general." Pavlov took a sip of tea.

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As soon as Wang Zhong returned to the door of his manor, he saw Vasily carrying a bag and looking blankly at the large manor in front of him.

"Go in, why are you standing outside?" Wang Zhong said as he got out of the car, walked up to the doorstep, and punched Vasily on the shoulder.

Vasily: "No, this manor is too luxurious. Isn't your family's fiefdom mainly in Khazalia?"

Wang Zhong: "I don't know the specifics, but it seems that this house was bought from a local wealthy family, maybe some time ago. Come on, come in, can you use a typewriter?"

Vasily: "I understand."

Wang Zhong: "Great, I have a lot of documents to draft tonight, and I'm worried that no one will come to help."

Vasily was dragged into the main building of the manor by Wang Zhong, acting like a girl dragged into Yihong Courtyard by the madam: "No, I really only have a little understanding. I thought the adjutant was doing military work, such as updating Maps or something.”

Wang Zhong: "Come on, you said you don't know how to compose music, and then you have already written two songs that are very popular among Ant. You are not even half of Ant's world. You are the king of Ant's pop music world."

Vasily: "But typing is really bad..."

While he was talking, Wang Zhong had already dragged Vasily into the hall, and just then Butler Mikhail came out to welcome him: "Your Excellency, the work tools for Mr. Vasily are ready."

Because it was his brother Pietro who inherited the title of the Rokosov family, the housekeeper was not called "Master" here, but "His Excellency the Duke".

After all, with Wang Zhong's status, it is no longer appropriate to call him the Second Young Master.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, lead the way quickly and let us see what you are capable of, Vasily."

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An hour later, Wang Zhong looked at Vasily's results.

Vasily: "I told you that I only know how to use a typewriter. It is still difficult to use it to shorthand articles."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, get out of the way and I'll do it myself."

It’s just typing, what’s so difficult about it! Wang Zhong thought to himself, it’s a joke, when our God Zu An chooses to play LOL and troll his teammates, he types like he’s playing the piano!
And the special "Flight of the Bumblebee" was played.

He sat in Vasily's seat, pushed the typewriter's roller back to its original position, and prepared to start output.

"Technical specifications of 100mm gun carrier"

After typing this sentence, he was going to start a new line, hit the line break key, and then continued typing. He found that the letters he typed were crooked, and they happened to follow the last character of the previous line before the line break.

Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment before he realized that he wanted to push the roller to the starting position.

He tore off the paper he had beaten and started over.

As a result, another problem occurred after typing two lines.

This mechanical typewriter is not as convenient as a computer at all. The typist has to adjust the machine himself for formatting and other matters.

In addition, the keyboard of a mechanical typewriter is much harder than the hardest mechanical keyboard. Wang Zhongcai moved his hands twice in protest.

Wang Zhong looked at Vasily.

Vasily: "See, you can't do it yourself either!"

Wang Zhong pursed his lips and looked at him.

Vasily: "It's no problem picking shit, right? When I wear the adjutant's ribbon, I'll pick it up with that one."

Wang Zhong: "I feel that you are no longer afraid of picking shit. So, I order you to learn how to use a printer and practice it to the point where you can type a 10,000-word article a day within a week!"

Vasily's mouth opened wide: "No, you can't do this to me!"

At this moment, the door of the study room opened, and Lyudmila entered the study room and smiled at Wang Zhong: "Alyosha, I'm back."

After saying that, she turned and looked out the door: "Come in, let me introduce you to Alyosha, Prince Rokosov."

(End of this chapter)