Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

"Fixed!"

November 11th, 10:30 pm.

As of today, it has been two weeks since the Yellow River returned to the border area. During this period of time, everything went smoothly without any disruption.

The Production and Construction Corps was based on the original 359th Brigade and recruited 1,500 militiamen. The reorganization went very smoothly.

The highly motivated comrades, led by Brigadier Wang, fought hard for two weeks at a pace of 160 acres per day.

This number may seem a bit slow, but it is already the current limit. After all, reclamation is not just about leveling the land, but also requires piles of soil, fattening, water diversion and other projects, which is a huge workload.

It took three days just to lay out ditches to divert water, not to mention the need to mix plant ash and cow dung to fertilize the fields.

These tasks will not be complicated in future generations. It only takes two hours for an excavator to dig and plow an acre of land.

But now the soldiers only have some simple rakes, hoes and other tools. The only animal power they can rely on is more than thirty cattle.

However, all difficulties are paper tigers. At present, the first phase of 2,400 acres of land has been completed, and cabbage and radish have even entered the sowing stage.

The progress of the project at the airport is pretty good. Although it has not yet reached the planned standards, two 1200×60 meter runways have been built and there are also two small hangars.

It's more than enough for six Spitfires. It can be expanded slowly over the next two months, so there's plenty of time.

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After finishing today's work, Huang He dragged his tired body towards his residence. When passing by the yard next door, he found that the lights had not been turned off there, which was a bit strange.

His neighbor is the chief, and they often eat together on weekdays.

In this era of lack of entertainment, people's schedule is very regular. As long as there is no important work, the other party will almost always go to bed at ten and wake up at seven.

But today is different from usual. At this time, the oil lamp in the room not far away is still on, and people can still be vaguely seen.

Driven by curiosity, Huang He walked into the other party's yard. He first said hello to the guard, and then knocked gently on the door.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Director, are you still asleep? Can I come in?"

After getting the other party's response, Huang He opened the door.

At this time, the director was sitting at his desk, as if he was drawing some design drawing. After seeing his deputy director come in, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, his face showing fatigue.

"Sit down, have you just come back? You should also pay attention to rest while working, and don't mess around just because you are young."

"By the way, are the fighter jets you mentioned earlier arriving tomorrow? Let's go to the airport together then. I'm a little tired these days, so I won't go to the bureau tomorrow morning."

Huang He nodded. He picked up the thermos bottle in the room and poured two glasses of water. Then he moved a stool and sat next to the director.

At this time, he saw the design drawing on the table, and it was not difficult to recognize that it was a rifle from its appearance.

"Director, this should be the horse rifle you mentioned some time ago, right? It looks so beautiful. Have you made the finished product?"

Influenced by a retired old man, when Huang evaluates a new weapon, the most important thing is its appearance. After all, the more beautiful the weapons and equipment, the higher the combat effectiveness.

After hearing this, the director got up and came to the closet. He opened the cabinet and pulled out a horse rifle with a length of 1120 mm.

Taking the unfamiliar weapon, Huang He pulled the bolt and simply tried the feel, then aimed at the oil lamp on the desk.

"How's it going? Do you think it's good? There's a button on the gun. Press it and flick the gun, and the bayonet will come out."

Huang He was interested in this new function. He followed the steps specified by the director and whipped out the triangular bayonet with a square base.

After touching the blade, Huang He couldn't help but nodded. Judging from the hardness, it must be over-quenched, and the blood groove on it already has the prototype of a later PLA bayonet.

Seeing the other party's satisfied look, the director smiled, scratched his sparse hair and said:

"This gun is based on the Czech carbine. It is designed to simplify the parts as much as possible without affecting the basic performance of the gun. It can be handmade and even mass-produced."

"When we first made the prototype gun, we didn't have deep hole processing equipment, so we used deep hole drilling on a lathe. We didn't have a rifling machine, so we used cold extrusion to draw out the rifling."

"All the metal parts of the gun are modified from Japanese rails, and the stock is made of mountain walnut wood. This gun is a collection of all the wisdom of the Military Industry Bureau."

"It's a pity. It's not as good as the MAS-36 you brought back. We haven't even picked a name yet, and the MAS-36 is ready for mass production."

These words made Huang He very emotional. In his previous life, he had listened to the stories of the older generation of military experts, and now he had witnessed many ups and downs and hardships with his own eyes.

After looking at the drawings on the desk, there were many detailed changes, and some parts had a Gallic chicken design style.

After thinking for a while, Huang He knew what the other party was thinking. Just like the designers of later generations who had to bear the pressure to create black ribbons, the stubbornness of the Rabbit family has long been engraved in their bones.

"If I read it correctly, Director, you want to refer to and learn the design concepts of magical weapons and eventually invent our own weapons, right?"

The director nodded, his eyes full of emotion, as if he thought of many things in the past.

"No matter how good other people's things are, they belong to others. If you want to become truly powerful, you must learn to forge your own swords."

"The army is in a special period. We finally have standard weapons and cannot easily change them. But today's weapons are always outdated. Is it possible that we can get new weapons from Gallic Chicken in the future?"

"The border area is indeed still very behind, but we have to work harder just because we are behind. We can't let others oppress us forever! This year our military industry bureau has been studying the drawings you sent back. To be honest, those things are really not easy to use. "

"In troubled times, it's a good time to develop. But the war will end sooner or later, and we have to accumulate an industrial base before those big countries can react."

Huang He was not surprised that the director had such foresight. After all, he was the future first minister of foreign trade.

The technology in the Awakening Yonghu system only includes things before 1946. After the war is over, if we want not to be left behind by other developed countries, we must seize every minute and every second.

After all, you can't expect to be in the honeymoon stage with a furry bear forever. That guy has done too many bad things!

Moreover, a country cannot exist without a complete industrial system. Otherwise, he will be like a disabled person with missing arms and legs, who cannot realize his ambitions no matter how big they are.

Starting from nothing, growing from small to large, from weak to strong is an arduous process, but every powerful country must go through it.

A complete industrial system, whose greatest value is reflected in war, can independently produce all war products without being choked by foreign countries.

When small countries and big countries start to fight, the big countries can completely destroy the small countries with a few cutting-edge products.

But in a war between major powers, the gap in cutting-edge technology is not so large that one side is completely unable to resist.

At this time, it is more realistic to produce mid-range weapons in large quantities and quickly than to slowly produce a small number of expensive high-end weapons.

If during the Anti-Japanese War, any force in the Republic of China could have the same industrial level as San Dezi. Not to mention attacking the three eastern provinces in my childhood, I probably wouldn't even dare to touch the peninsula.

In the same way, if the book is not stuck, the harm it will cause to Asia will be even more terrifying.

In peacetime, war evolved into foreign trade competition.

A sound industrial system can reduce industrial supporting production costs, help produce high-quality and low-price products, and strengthen the competitive advantage of domestic products in international trade.

No matter which country wants to threaten the country, they have no ability to bring down the country's economic system through a trade embargo, which puts a country in an advantageous position in international conflicts.

Moreover, Huang He knew that for a certain period of time, the motherland was very special in the world. During that period, there was a word called "ruling by dividing the river."

When the danger of national subjugation is always around our necks, an industrial system that is absolutely complete and does not rely on outsiders becomes the most correct choice.

Take the peninsula as an example. There was a time when they were wealthy, and their living standards were even higher than those of China and South Korea.

Now everyone knows what's going on with them. Without their backers, they can't get enough oil, mechanical parts, and technology, and the entire country's industry will collapse in one fell swoop.

In the same way, let's take a look at Ah San, who was simply the favorite of the two giants back then.

A stupid person with too much money supported some of the world's largest arms dealers, and they are still the world's biggest culprits.

Not to mention buying submarines that have sunk, fighter jets that have crashed, and aircraft carriers that have caught fire. The price alone is ridiculously expensive, and delivery is often delayed and extorted.

Everyone likes this kind of country, it can suck blood and be easily manipulated.

But this kind of life is not what the motherland wants. Only fools will take advantage of the people's hard-earned money. How can the people's quality of life be improved by doing this?

Compradors and traitors are, in a sense, the same thing. If Preserved Fruit can maintain its rule, it probably cannot even guarantee its sovereignty.

The people have already chosen the future of their country.

Therefore, if we seek peace through struggle, peace will exist. If you seek peace by giving in, peace will perish. This sentence is always the truth and cannot be wrong.

Seeing Huang He's thoughtful look, the director continued:

"When I went to Maozi, I was originally going to study at Dongfang University. But because of some people's slander, I had no choice but to work at the People's Post and Telecommunications Commission."

"Although I feel aggrieved, I have tried every means to continue studying! Just so that I can contribute my strength to the motherland in the future. I am much better now. These things you brought back have provided us with valuable reference and reference."

"But thanks to you, my hair is getting less and less day by day. I look like I'm thirty-six now, and I don't even have a wife."

These words made Huang He smile knowingly. For scientific researchers, no one can refuse advanced drawings. However, the current topic was indeed a bit heavy, so he raised his eyebrows and changed the topic.

"That's not right. I remember that Director, you were married twice. Once before going abroad, and once when you were with Mao Zi. It seems that you were still a German woman."

The former spy chief was a little embarrassed when the past events were revealed. He pretended to be angry and waved his hands.

"Then you can't blame me. What you said made me look like a scumbag. The first one lost contact in a special era, and later when there was news, she had remarried."

"The second president doesn't want to come back to China with me because he thinks life here is too hard. I can understand that."

"Hey, I really don't know when I will have another love."

By the time we chatted, it was already very late. Huang He stood up and was about to leave. Before going out, he turned back and said:

"Director, I once heard a saying. Dignity is only on the edge of the sword, and truth is only within the range of the cannon. Let's work hard together, and the future will be created by everyone."

"good!"

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Early the next morning, Huanghe was called by Wang Dexing.

After washing up, the two had breakfast together. When they went out, the director had been waiting at the door for a long time.

The southerner who was afraid of the cold rubbed his hands helplessly and said with some complaint: "Why did you get up so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go quickly before it's too late."

Forty minutes later, Zeng and Huang arrived at the airport in the border area.

There were already many people chatting at the scene. Even the Desperate Foxes and Army Morale Wizards were standing at the front of the crowd. Reputable figures from various departments in the border area were here.

After all, today is a special day. Everyone wants to witness the first batch of aircraft of the Eighth Route Army.

Five minutes later, Huang He looked at his watch and calculated the time. The six Spitfires should have arrived.

The arrangement of the system this time is very different from the past. The weapons in the previous times were dead objects and could be extracted directly from the warehouse. But this time there were not only planes but also pilots, so it only made sense to fly from outside the province.

Just as everyone was discussing how the fighter jets would arrive at the airport, the unique sound of a piston engine gradually came from a distance. This sound was both unfamiliar and familiar to everyone.

Although the army does not have an air force, it has a lot of experience in being bombed.

This kind of movement, which was completely different from the Japanese Lu Hang, immediately made everyone realize that today's protagonist was about to appear.

suddenly! Six fighter jets appeared in the sky. Compared with the various models that appeared on the battlefields of the Republic of China in the past, the appearance of those aircraft was more than one level higher.

In Huang He's eyes, Da Penjiu is much prettier than Yi 16 from the preserved fruit side.

The fighter jets gradually moved from far to near as everyone watched, and after hovering above the airport for two weeks, they began to land one by one.

There is no ground handling at the current border airport, and there are no staff to assist the soldiers to get off the plane, but such trivial matters are naturally not a problem for the ace pilot.

The trailing edge of the Spitfire's wing is not high from the ground. They only need to flip down the cockpit side door to double as a pedal, and they can flip directly from the cockpit to the wing like a convertible.

"Report to the chief! The Wang Hai Flying Brigade is here to report! Please give instructions to the chief!"

This energetic voice made everyone focus on the leading soldier. He wore a one-piece leather flight suit, with fleece pants and a flight scarf to keep him warm from the cold.

"Thank you for your hard work, comrades! From today on, you will be the first air force of the Eighth Route Army! In the days to come, the task of guarding the airspace will be left to you!"

After hearing the boss's words, several aces became obviously excited. They stood at attention, saluted the military salute and shouted in front: "Serve the people! All enemies are paper tigers!"

Just as everyone gathered around the pilot to inquire about his welfare, Huang He pulled the director to the vicinity of the six big jet nines.

These fighter jets did not use the Royal Air Force's livery, but instead wore a gray color similar to black ribbons. He even saw the Siberian Tiger logo under the cockpit of the aircraft.

For a time, he, a time traveler from later generations, felt like he didn't know what year it was today.

Touching the heavy fuselage and looking at the two 20mm cannons, Huang He let out a heartfelt sigh.

"My dear, it is indeed a Tiger tank among fighter jets. It looks too domineering."

"I don't even know why the kid's Type 97 fighter can fight it. When I get out the Pili, I'll trouble you, Type 1 Falcon, Type 2 Zhongkui, Type 3 Feiyan, and Type 4 Gale to die in line!"

I went to remove the stitches today and was delayed for more than an hour! Kowtow to the bosses!

Next, a big shot is going to meet Huang He. If you are interested, you can guess who it is.