Chapter 186 Dignity Is only on the Edge of the Sword, Truth Is only Within the Range of the Cannon

"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 problems.

The Production and Construction Corps was based on the original 359th Brigade and recruited an additional 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 are still theirs. If you want to become truly powerful, you have to learn to forge your own sword."

"The troops are in a special period. They finally have standard weapons and cannot be easily replaced. But the current weapons will always be outdated. Can we get new weapons from the Gallic chickens in the future?"

"The border area is indeed still very backward now, but it is because of the backwardness that we have to work harder. We can't let others suppress us forever! This year, our Military Industry Bureau has been studying the drawings you sent back. To be honest, those things are not easy to use."

"In troubled times, it is a good time to develop in a hurry. But the war will end sooner or later, and we have to accumulate industrial foundations before those big countries react."

Huang He is not surprised that the director can have such foresight. After all, he is the first Minister of Foreign Trade in the future.

The technology in the awakening brave tiger system only includes things before 1946. After the war, if we don't want to be left behind by other developed countries, we have to seize every minute and every second.

After all, you can't expect to be in a honeymoon period with the Russian bear forever, because the bear has done too many bad things!

Moreover, a country cannot be without a complete industrial system. Otherwise, it is like a disabled person with missing arms and legs, and no matter how great his ambitions are, he cannot realize them.

From nothing to something, from small to big, from weak to strong, it is a difficult process, but every powerful country must go through it.

The greatest value of a complete industrial system is reflected in war, which can independently produce all war products without being strangled by foreign countries.

When a small country and a big country start fighting, the big country can completely destroy the small country with a few cutting-edge products.

However, in the war between the big countries, the gap in cutting-edge technology is not so big 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 few expensive high-end weapons.

If any force in the Republic of China could have the same industrial level as Sandezi during the Anti-Japanese War, Xiao Ri would not dare to touch the peninsula, let alone attack the three northeastern provinces.

Similarly, if Japan is not strangled, the harm it causes to Asia will be even more terrifying.

When peace comes, war will evolve into foreign trade competition.

A perfect industrial system can reduce the production cost of industrial supporting facilities, which is conducive to producing high-quality and low-cost products and strengthening the competitive advantage of domestic products in international trade.

No matter which country wants to threaten the country, they have no ability to defeat the country's economic system through trade embargoes, which makes a country occupy an advantageous position in international conflicts.

And Huang He knows that the motherland was very special in the world for a period of time. During that period, there was a word called "dividing the river and governing".

When the danger of national destruction is on our neck, an absolutely complete industrial system that does not rely on outsiders becomes the most correct choice.

Take the peninsula as an example. They were rich at a certain time, and their living standards were even higher than those of China and South Korea.

Now everyone knows what their situation is. Without a backer, they can't get enough oil, mechanical parts, and technology, and the industry of the entire country collapsed at once.

Similarly, let's take a look at Ah San. It was simply the favorite of the two giants back then.

People are stupid and rich, and they feed the world's largest arms dealers. Until now, they are the world's biggest suckers.

Not to mention that submarines sank, fighter jets crashed, and aircraft carriers caught fire, the price alone is ridiculously expensive, and delivery is often delayed and blackmailed.

Everyone likes such a country, which can suck blood and easily control it.

But this kind of life is not what the motherland wants. Only fools will take the people's hard-earned money as a scapegoat. How can the quality of life of the people be improved in this way?

In a sense, compradors and traitors are the same kind of people. If the preserved fruit can maintain its rule, it is estimated that even sovereignty cannot be guaranteed.

The people have long chosen the future of the country.

So, if peace is sought through struggle, then peace will exist. If peace is sought through concession, then peace will die. This sentence will always be the truth and will not be wrong.

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

"When I went to the Russians, I was originally going to study at the Oriental University. But because of the slander of some people, I could only work at the People's Post and Telecommunications Committee."

"Although I feel wronged, I have tried every means to continue studying! Just to contribute my own strength to the motherland in the future. Now it's much better. The things you brought back provide us with valuable reference and reference."

"But thanks to you, my hair is getting thinner day by day. I'm already 36 years old 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 is indeed a bit heavy. He raised his eyebrows and changed the subject.

"No, I remember that you, the director, have been married twice. One was before going abroad, and the other was when you were in Russia. It seems that it was a German woman."

The past was exposed, and even the former spy chief was a little embarrassed. He pretended to be angry and waved his hand.

"You can't blame me for that. You make me sound like a scumbag. I lost contact with my first girlfriend during the special period, and when I heard about her later, she had remarried."

"My second girlfriend didn't want to return to China with me because she felt that life here was too hard. I can understand that."

"Oh, I really don't know when I can have another love."

It was already very late when they talked here. Huang He stood up and prepared to leave. Before he went 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 together."

"Okay!"

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Early the next morning, Huang He was called up 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 cold-fearing southerner rubbed his hands helplessly and said with some complaints: "Why did you get up so late, you made me wait for you for a long time. Let's go quickly, don't be late."

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

There were already many people chatting at the scene, even the desperate war fox and the army morale wizard stood at the forefront of the crowd, and the well-known figures from various departments in the border area came.

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

After five minutes, Huang He looked at his watch and calculated the time. The six Spitfire fighters should have arrived.

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

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

Although the troops did not have an air force, they had a lot of experience in being bombed.

This movement, which was completely different from the Japanese Army Aviation, immediately made everyone realize that the protagonist of today was about to appear.

Suddenly! Six fighters 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, the big Spitfire 9 was much more beautiful than the I-16 on Guo Su's side.

The fighters gradually came from far to near under the gaze of everyone, and after circling above the airport for two weeks, they began to land one by one.

There is no ground staff at the current border airport, and no staff to assist the soldiers to get off the plane, but such a small matter is naturally not difficult for the ace pilots.

The trailing edge of the wing of the Spitfire fighter is not high from the ground. They only need to flip down the side door of the cockpit and use it as a pedal, and they can flip directly from the cockpit to the wing like getting off a convertible sports car.

"Report to the chief! Wang Hai's flight squadron is reporting! Please give instructions, chief!"

This full-bodied voice made everyone's eyes focus on the leading soldier. He was wearing a one-piece leather flight suit, and in order to keep warm, he was also equipped with fleece clothes and flying scarves.

"Comrades, you have worked hard! From today on, you are the first batch of air force of the Eighth Route Army! In the days to come, the task of guarding the airspace will be handed over to you!"

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

Just as everyone was surrounding the pilots and asking about their well-being, Huang He pulled the director to the vicinity of the six large Spitfires.

These fighters were not painted in the Royal Air Force's livery, but in a gray color similar to black ribbons. He even saw the Siberian Tiger logo under the cockpit of the plane.

For a time, he, a time traveler from the future, felt as if he didn't know what year it was.

Touching the heavy fuselage and looking at the two 20mm cannons, Huang He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Wow, it's worthy of being a Tiger tank among fighters. It looks so domineering."

"I don't know how the Japanese Type 97 fighter can fight it. When I get the Thunderbolt out, please send the Type 1 Falcon, Type 2 Zhong Kui, Type 3 Flying Swallow, and Type 4 Gale to die in a line!"

It took more than an hour to remove the stitches today! I kowtow to the bosses!

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