"Boom!" There was an explosion in the valley. When Zhao Hu saw it, it was the soldiers detonating the Japanese car with grenades. He immediately shouted and rushed down: "Don't blow it up yet. The car is useful. Stop it!"

Captain Yang stopped Zhao Hu and said: "Xiao Zhao, we can't take these cars away. They must be burned and cannot be left to the Japanese."

"I know, I just want to find some parts, even one or two engines. With the engine and reduction gearbox, we don't need to use the hand-cranked drill when making the gun."

"Captain, the Japanese reinforcements are coming. The division commander wants us to retreat quickly."

Zhao Hu looked at the burned cars on the battlefield and seemed helpless. This thing could drive on its own, but the Eighth Route Army certainly couldn't take the main road, and there was no way to take the cars away. He could only make plans later.

There were not many intact rifles on the battlefield, but quite a few had been broken by the Japanese. When Zhao Hu saw the soldiers of the engineering company still carrying empty oil drums, he couldn't help but shout: "Throw away those empty oil drums, they are all gone."

We've got the explosives. If you don't have that stuff, come here and pick up the gun. You also want the broken gun. Bring more of the empty shells next to the machine gun. These are all copper!"

The guns were burned a lot, but most of the wooden supports were burned off. The whole guns were still in good condition. At least these guns were made of good steel. It would be good to take them back and build a shell gun.

Everyone in the front troops carried captured guns and coats, while everyone in the engineer company carried at least four or five broken guns. Once the straps were burned, they were tied up with ropes or leggings. In the future, they would fight guerrilla warfare. No.

After being supplied to the rear, every bolt of these weapons was a treasure in Zhao Hu's eyes.

After returning to the station, the troops sent some broken guns. Every soldier cursed the Japanese and smashed their guns before they died. Some wounded soldiers even took out grenades and died together with the medical staff who rescued them. As a result, not only one prisoner

He was not caught and many people were injured.

Feng Kaishui said loudly: "The company commander was wise and told us not to take prisoners. I killed five wounded Japanese soldiers by myself in this battle. Our entire company killed more than two hundred. It was really enjoyable!"

Zhao Hu looked up and saw Political Commissar Lin behind him glaring angrily. He couldn't help but feel bitter. What a stupid teammate. You were asked to beat the Japanese and wounded soldiers. You can just beat them. Why did you say it?

His voice was so cold that it could wrung out water: "Captain Zhao, what is the last one of the three major disciplines and eight points of attention?"

"I don't abuse the prisoners, but I didn't abuse them. I ordered the soldiers to free the Japanese. Besides, what's the use of bringing the prisoners back? Not only do we have to use up precious medicine, but we also have to provide them with good food and drink!"

"You are using strong words!"

"Tch, you're a bitch who didn't go to the battlefield. You don't know the situation at all. You're just fooling around here. Many of our comrades have been killed by their wounded soldiers. What are you going to do if you don't kill them? Go back and teach them.

The soldiers are literate, so you women should stop messing around with war matters!"

Wang Kaishan and Feng Yushui all opened their mouths. What is going on? Are they getting into a fight? This instructor seems quiet, but he is not easy to mess with. The company commander is going to heaven!

Sure enough, Director Lin's eyes were red, and two strings of tears fell: "Zhao Hu, you, you are disorganized and have banditry habits. I want to report it to the superiors!"

Zhao Hu saw her crying, and his anger suddenly disappeared, but he couldn't bear to face it, so he waved his hand and said: "Hit me if you want. I don't care about the report. If you have the ability, please wipe out my company commander and let you come."

Let’s see, what will you do if you encounter Japanese wounded soldiers in the future?”

Looking at the angry back, Zhao Hu couldn't say softly: "Women are like this. If they don't fight for three days, they will go to the house to uncover the tiles." Suddenly he felt that this sentence was a bit inappropriate, and he quickly said loudly: "Everyone was stunned.

What are you doing? Is there really no work to do? Take apart all the broken guns for me!"

The arsenal personnel were divided into various units. The only ones following Lao Hou were Guo Congjun and Li Feng, and there were also some workers who were just getting started. The machines were very simple, a hand-operated warhead punching machine and a combination drilling and broaching machine. This was still

Zhao Hu designed it before the war started. The power was hand-cranked. If a belt was installed, it could also be driven by a machine.

The bed is disassembled and assembled. When drilling, the drill bit is installed, and when the bore is pulled, the broach is removed and installed. The accuracy is not very high, but in this situation of constant transfer, this can only be used.

Artificial machinery was used first.

There were a lot of broken guns. Many of the crooked handles and 92-layer guns were smashed by the Japanese, leaving only some usable barrels. In addition, the Japanese captured a lot of grenades, and many of them were just damaged and repaired.

Just use it.

While Zhao Hu led everyone to repair the grenade, he also directed the engineers to dismantle the gun. The bent barrels were not thrown away, so that they could be reused for steelmaking if there was a chance in the future.

Fortunately, the tolerances of hundreds of broken guns are not very large, and most of the parts can be used in common, and seventy or eighty perfect rifles can be assembled.

With the guns, the engineer company suddenly started to tremble. The troops are now not short of guns. During the reorganization, the South also sent some made in Hanyang. Compared with the Japanese rifles, everyone still prefers to use the 79 guns. After all, the ammunition types are unified and the battlefield is

The sound of gunfire is also one of the important signs to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

The engineer company was empty-handed for too long, so it would be nice to have a gun. It doesn't matter that the 38-gun was made in Hanyang, and after Zhao Hu calibrated the 38-gun one by one, it turned out to be more accurate than the one made in Hanyang.

The troops only distributed the captured 38-guns to soldiers without guns. There were still a lot of bullets captured. Each person in the engineer company could get twenty or thirty bullets. This had never happened before. They polished the original bullets.

After wiping and wiping, he put it into the bullet belt and checked carefully. Everyone was smiling. No more stilts were used to pretend. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that light and airy look.

However, Zhao Hu had his mind set on the large number of 7.7 bullets piled up. This time, since the Japanese heavy machine gunners were eliminated at the first opportunity, the remaining members of their machine gun team were not very proficient in shooting.

Under the attack, they were quickly wiped out, but after the failure of the other Japs, they smashed all the heavy machine guns immediately, leaving only the barrels and the heavy tripod still usable.

There is nothing we can do to make the heavy machine gun of the past. A while ago, when we were making semi-automatic sniper rifles and heavy machine guns, the air guide tubes of these guns were made of a small amount of alloy steel that Zhao Hu secretly took from the warehouse.

When making a gas tube, it won't burn out after firing many bullets. Without chromium and electroplating, Zhao Hu couldn't make an automatic rifle at all.

Turning around and thinking, isn't this bullet a 7.7mm bullet? It seems that the British guns have this caliber. He took a bullet and loaded it in the space warehouse. The next second he threw away the bullet in anger.

He had to curse loudly: "You damn little devil can't learn anything well. Not to mention making a bullet that's two millimeters longer than someone else's, and even the bottom edge is different. No wonder he failed!"

When Xiaohu saw him angry, he stepped forward and asked, "What difficulties did you encounter?"

"The captured bullets cannot be used. One is 56 mm and the other is 58 mm. They cannot be inserted at all."

"Should the gun just shoot or the gun should shoot?"

"Of course the gun was discharged,"

Xiaohu looked at it for a while and said: "I don't think this is difficult to do. The barrel can be used, but the receiver and magazine need to be re-produced with lengthened ones."

Zhao Hu added: "Well, that's basically it, but the pulling hook also needs to be modified. The previous guns used rimmed bullets, but this machine gun bullet is half-rimmed."

"Well, this is not difficult. I see that you still have a lot of hand tools here. I will try to modify one first. You can go and work on it first."

Zhao Hu saw that Xiaohu was immersed in the fun of modifying the gun, so he quietly withdrew. He also had an idea for these bullets. In the future, if he had the materials, he would build a general-purpose machine gun, and if there was no material, he would build the Ying 77. Anyway, this thing is comparable to

Soldiers can quickly get started with semi-automatic rifles. They have a simple structure, reliable performance, and accurate shooting. They are not difficult to build.

The next day, the commendations for the results of the war came down, which Kaishen had to hold his nose to give, because since the Anti-Japanese War, the Guoming Army had been defeated all the way, almost reaching Lao Chi's lair, and only the Eighth Route Army went upstream.

, and it was a blockbuster. In order to inspire the determination of the soldiers and civilians across the country to resist the war, he had to give this praise.

Everyone has merit, except the engineer company. On the contrary, Political Commissar Lin angrily read out his punishment to Zhao Hu: "Kill prisoners on the battlefield and be demoted to acting company commander! Hum, my company commander Zhao"

, do you have anything else to say?”

"I have something I don't know whether to say or not?"

"Please tell me, I will listen attentively!"

"Only women and villains are difficult to raise. Haha, if you are not convinced, you can report me again. I am repairing my gun first and have no time to care about you!"

"You, Zhao Xiaohu, just wait for me! What are you looking at? Everyone gathers, runs a five-kilometer cross-country run, and then goes to learn culture from me!"
Chapter completed!