Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong: "Our department will set up a full-time feedback department as soon as possible. At that time, the contact address will be sent to each unit in written notice. If you have any opinions on the aircraft, you can write to us.

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

"I will make sure that the engineers cannot ignore your opinions!"

Wang Zhong glanced at the engineer.

"If the engineer insists that his design is the best, he must go to the front line to drive his own design and perform a one-year mission."

Drachenko smiled immediately after hearing this: "This is good, this is great! Even if the engineer can't fly the plane, he can be a rear-seat machine gunner."

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

The engineer who was just stubborn turned green: "No, no, this can't happen. The Empire has trained me for so many years. You can't let me die like an ordinary soldier!" Wang Zhong: "Why not? In fact, many engineers have died in the previous six months of fighting. Do you have any special features? No, I don't think so. Since you are stubborn and think that your weapon design ideas are perfect, prove it to us." The engineer had a bitter face. At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly thought of one thing, why not recruit people who have experienced war from the front line to be designers. There are people on Earth who fought with Sandezi during the war, continued to study after the war, and finally became great people. Is it okay to let them come back to study in advance and become great people? Wang Zhong thought about it and decided to write an article to call on college students who have experienced war to come back with their experiences on the front line to shine in more important places. But he didn't want to write by hand anymore, so let Vasily learn how to use the typewriter as soon as possible! While thinking this, Wang Zhong said goodbye to Drachenko and led Gregory down the stairs directly. ————

Drachenko saw Lieutenant General Rokosov disappear around the corner, then looked at the engineer: "I welcome you to be the rear-seat machine gunner here."

The engineer's mouth trembled for a while before he squeezed out a sentence: "The re-balancing of the aircraft needs to be redesigned, and it will take several months to complete, especially the synchronization device of the machine gun. It will take a lot of tests to ensure that the machine gun is fired at the right time when the propeller is idle..."

Drachenko: "Then change it. In fact, we have another plan, which is to remove the machine gun, free up the weight of the machine gun and the shells, and carry more large-caliber rockets. We have an idea to directly put the B The M13 rockets are changed to aviation rockets, with less propellant and a bigger warhead.

The engineer opened his mouth wide: "Is this... suitable?"

Drachenko: "It is suitable. In fact, someone has asked the ground crew to change it this way. The number of rockets carried can be doubled! When attacking the ground, use machine guns to determine the distance and then fire rockets."

Engineer: "Then how do you face the enemy fighters?"

Drachenko laughed: "Do you think we can use forward firepower when facing enemy fighters? Don't you know how bulky the thing you designed is?"

The pilot who came with Drachenko also laughed.

The engineer looked at their smiles and his face turned red.

Drachenko put away his smile and patted the engineer on the shoulder: "Make good improvements. I think Lieutenant General Rokossov is also easy to talk to. There is no problem with the things you modify. He will not send you to the front line." After that, Drachenko turned around and waved to his followers: "Let's go! Go back and tell everyone in the army about what happened today. General Rokossov really knows airplanes. Kharlamov of the Fighter Regiment is not bragging. Everyone thought he was drunk and said such a dream, but it turned out to be true!" ———— Wang Zhong, who had just come out of the Ordnance Bureau, looked at his watch-it was almost dark. It was very early in Yebao at this season, and Lyudmila was still going to the Summer Palace to have afternoon tea with Her Majesty Olga I.

Deeply realized that the latitude of Ant's territory was very high.

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

"Back to Rokossov Manor." Wang Zhong thought for a second and ordered.

Mainly because I was a little tired after running around all day, I went back to the manor to rest for a while. When Vasily arrived, I could give him a typewriter and start writing documents.

First, the technical specifications of the 100mm artillery carrier were determined, and then the site selection, personnel composition, etc. of the new committee were determined...

Wang Zhong couldn't help but hold his forehead. There were so many troubles. Otherwise, he might as well transfer Pavlov to this committee to be a slave.

First of all, Pavlov is trustworthy, and secondly, he has strong working ability and can definitely take on important tasks.

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Kubinka, the headquarters of the 1st Guards Mechanized Infantry Division, Pavlov suddenly sneezed several times, and the saliva and snot that came out stained the documents on the desk.

He hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and while wiping, he cursed: "It must be my wife who is nagging again."

Yegorov: "What are you nagging? You have been transferred to the capital and you don't go home to live?"

"Otherwise?" Pavlov was shocked, "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 the steps to the door, 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 again.

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, Duke Rokosov."