Canteen System Assistance Notes

The people who came to teach how to use the rifle were a young armorer holding a book and a veteran soldier. The two of them looked like a father and son, standing with their hands behind their backs in front of a large wooden table. There were twelve rifles lined up beside the table, and one completely disassembled rifle lay on the tablecloth.

Hmm...the fabric of this cushion is really nice...

All the new recruits lined up in groups of three. It looked like today was the day these bastards would finally get to touch guns, Wang Tiechui thought. "Everyone—! Sit down!"

Following the instructions, everyone sat down in unison. As the training of the recruits progressed, these guys who would make a commotion during morning exercises and disobey instructions during training finally became more organized.

"Today, we're going to learn how to care for and load and unload rifles!" the company commander shouted from the front. "Two comrades from the battalion headquarters' ordnance department will explain it to us. Everyone—quack, quack!"

There was a burst of applause.

"I can't hear you! The applause should be—louder!"

Crackling, crackling, crackling——

"Do you want to get a gun?"

"miss you!"

Many people clapped their hands until they were red, and their shouts shook the earth. The few troublemakers who had previously jumped the highest and shouted the loudest, eager to touch the guns, now began to seem a little shy and timid, just blending in with the crowd and shouting. Wang Tiechui stood outside the formation, suppressing the urge to laugh, and watched the movements of the two ordnance instructors.

"…Type 38 rifle, uses 6.5mm bullets, loaded with a clip, five rounds per clip…"

The whole gun weighs about eight pounds. In addition, the rifle is very long and has good accuracy. After installing the bayonet, it has an advantage in bayonet fighting... Wang Tiechui was probably already familiar with the content of this explanation. Previously, when several squad leaders gathered together for a small meeting, they had already learned these things in advance. There was also a squad leader who came from the R4 side before and had used this thing. He also shared some little knowledge with Wang Tiechui that would not be recorded in books.

"Brother Hammer, I'm telling you, if you're going to use this for the nighttime commando team, remember to take that big lid off! That thing can move, and when you're carrying a gun, it'll bump against things and make a rattling noise. When I was leading my team across the river before, I was exposed prematurely because of this and got hit by a bullet."

He rolled up his sleeves and saw a long scratch on his arm.

"Thank goodness, God spared my life. Ha, I'm left with this scar. Afterwards, several of us opened fire with our submachine guns and suppressed the enemy..."

Tiechui had never led such a commando team before. He closed his eyes and imagined the dangerous scene at that time.

"So this stuff doesn't have to stay on the gun. A rifle isn't a machine gun. It doesn't have so many small parts and it's not that delicate."

But since he was a machine gunner, he probably wouldn't get the job of being the first one to charge. The Red Army didn't use the term "suicide squads," but they did have "assault squads" and "advance squads." The Fengtian Army did have "suicide squads," but those guys rode on foot and carried pistols, and their combat effectiveness was terrible. But they were quick to ask for travel expenses and wages—Wang Tiechui himself had been ordered to carry the money they had looted.

"A characteristic of the Type 38 rifle is the dust cover that slides with the bolt." The young armorer held up a long barrel-shaped part and assembled it to the bolt. "The dust cover is easy to lose, so everyone must take good care of it. It's very windy and dusty here, and the dust cover keeps the sand out of the bolt, preventing it from getting stuck in your hand or the bullet."

He took out a small brush and carefully wiped the inside of the dust cover. Then he pointed to the two pressure relief holes on the receiver and said, "When cleaning, everyone should also pay attention to clean this area and apply butter to prevent dust from getting in. When the dust cover is on, sand will mainly enter the Type 38 rifle from here."

"Tsk..."

Wang Tiechui listened to the veteran squad leader beside him snort, somewhat disdainful of the young instructor's sermon. Indeed, battlefield experience and proper weapon maintenance often conflicted. Bookish knowledge often couldn't solve all problems, and there were reasons for sudden inspiration...

Just as Tiechui was thinking about whether he should follow the manual completely or use some common practices of veterans that were not always in line with the manual but were very useful, the older brother with a bit of a fierce face took action. He took the parts and assembled a Type 38 rifle at an extremely fast speed, pulling the bolt smoothly with a click.

"Comrades, in training and combat, the rifle is like a soldier's wife! It's not as durable as it looks, so we must take good care of it.

"Only by taking good care of it regularly can you use it smoothly and comfortably when you shoot and kill the enemy!"

Wang Tiechui opened his mouth wide. Hmm, that makes a lot of sense...

Chapter 29: Hammer Squad Leader (IV) Battleship or Aircraft Carrier

Canteen System Assistance

By Forgotten Maple X

2536 words

2020-09-30 12: 00: 00

After a day of training, the sun in the north will soon set.

In the past, when there was no fighting, most people slept. Oil lamps were expensive, and the Red Army's kerosene was mostly reserved for combat use or paid to mobilized civilians. When lamps were lit in the army, they were often at desks while working overtime, or at the traditional venue: night school.

The most common class at night school was literacy. Clerks from the company and platoon served as teachers, teaching everyone how to read, discussing the current situation and recent news, and giving Party lectures. Under the dim oil lamplight, everyone listened attentively, taking careful notes, their eyes stung by the smoke from the lamplight.

Lately, however, the nighttime supply of lamp oil has become more plentiful. The logistics department received a large quantity of kerosene-free lamp oil, which, when poured into glass bottles, can be burned for extended periods. While it looks similar to kerosene, this stuff is surprisingly odorless and quite pleasant to the touch. Aside from the occasional grumble from some unwary individuals who accidentally touched the lampshade, this stuff helped extend the Eighth Route Army's night school hours considerably.

When Wang Tiechui led the team to the night school, he found that the situation today was a little different: there was no one in the classroom, and the oil lamp was not lit. Instead, a light bulb was lit in an open space, and a rumbling motor was placed. A wire was dragged out, and then this wire was connected to a square box on the table, and several more wires were connected. One of the wires was connected to several light bulbs, illuminating the surroundings.

Ah! We're going to the movies today! I almost forgot!

Wang Tiechui hadn't seen a film until he arrived in Yanchuan, and for a while, he was fascinated. But once he understood the "principle," it no longer seemed so mysterious. He knew it was a very fast camera that could capture a person's image on film and then play back numerous photos from the beginning to the end. Although Wang Tiechui had never seen a physical camera, he had seen film, and with this analogy, he felt he had successfully grasped the core of film.

There will be performances and songs in the movie, including dramas and songs that everyone likes to listen to, some that make people's hearts beat fast, and some that make people cry, such as "Red River Valley", "Children of Storms", "Fisherman's Song", and "Sisters Stand Up" which I watched with female comrades; there will also be teachers giving lectures, and the teachers in the movie will explain many things, including the customs and habits of various places, some scientific principles in daily life, and military weapons of other countries in the world.

Whenever a movie was shown, it was a big event for the whole area. Not only did the entire recruit battalion show up, but even the locals from miles around would come to watch. However, today's show was a military education film with lectures, so no locals were allowed in. Only the recruit company and the engineering school next door came. The show was held in the open space outside the night school gate.

As the sky darkened and darkness fell, the night school classes finally began. The soldiers arranged themselves into squads and sat on their small stools. As the teachers on the stage adjusted the movie projector, the white screen lit up. In the light of the bulb, a young teacher loudly began the class:

"Comrades, today we will tell you about the greatest naval battle in human history, the Battle of Jutland!"

The white light on the screen changed, and two colorful parrots jumped out, causing many people to gasp. Then, the parrots disappeared, and a black and white image appeared. An emotionless narrator began to mutter beside them:

"In all the naval battles fought by the British and German navies during the First World War,"

"The Battle of Jutland was the largest and most grievous of all battles..."

The film then progressed, and in the grayscale image, a row of sunken ships appeared, sailing towards the soldiers outside the screen. Someone almost cried out in surprise, but then covered their mouths. The teacher on the stage, clearly accustomed to such scenes, began to explain the background of the naval battle:

"This was a decisive naval battle launched by the imperialist navies for control of the seas... The British Navy had more ships and was the most powerful navy in the world at the time; the German Navy, with its second-largest naval power, was a challenger to Britain's position. Comrades, naval combat relies more heavily on technical weaponry than land warfare, but human initiative still plays a role, though to what extent remains unknown..."

The military film progressed at a brisk pace. Following the instructor's explanation, Wang Tiechui roughly grasped the battlefield situation. The British had more ships, better quality ships, while the Germans had fewer. Furthermore, the British controlled shipping routes—presumably the logistics routes for the base—leaving the Germans unable to communicate with the outside world. The Germans, unable to endure this, hoped to fight the British and break the blockade.

Then the Germans will suffer. The British can choose not to fight, but the Germans cannot, he thought, continuing to look at the warships of the two countries in the picture.

"The British assembled a massive fleet of more than 151 warships and over 10 troops..."

"The Germans had about 99 warships... They had a reconnaissance fleet heading in the direction of the enemy..."

That was truly impressive... Wang Tiechui imagined the cloud-like scene of ships. He had never seen a battleship, but he had seen a picture of one on a wall of illustrated magazines. It was a massive ship with six twin-gun turrets. It was said that the main guns had a caliber of 14 inches! Without thinking, he pasted and copied the battleship in his mind's eye, placed it on the vast ocean in his imagination, and flew the German and British flags, starting the simulation.

The movie was quite thoughtful, showing models of battleships. The two teams of warships formed a long snake formation (battle line) and fired at each other. The huge cannons flew towards the enemy, but most of them fell into the water.

"At that time, the accuracy of the warship's artillery at such a distance was very low... But the Germans were lucky enough to hit the British ammunition depot... It was like hitting the artillery ammunition dump, and all the ammunition on the ship exploded, and more than a thousand people on the ship were almost killed."

Boom! With the sound effects blaring, the battleship in the movie fired. The fatal shell, deliberately highlighted in bright white, struck the British main gun. Through the unclosed fire door, Wang Tiechui watched helplessly as the battleship with its "huge gun" erupted in a huge cloud of smoke and exploded into pieces in an instant.

I, oh, good, good.

He opened his mouth wide, as if his soul was also filled into the cannonballs along with those cannon barrels that could penetrate people, and then fired out with a bang. Although he knew that this was history that had already happened and the place where it happened was very far away from here, this kind of "man's romance" still shocked him.

He couldn't help but wonder what the scene would be like when such a big shell hit the heads of the Japanese.

The largest cannon in the country is about 15 inches, right? 14 inches...

Wang Tiechui felt a strange sensation, as if his machine gun had lost its power. This feeling left him somewhat distracted, and he barely grasped the subsequent explanation of the "T-shaped" naval formation and the post-battle loss statistics for both sides. Only at the end of the film did he regain his composure.

"Now, if you have any opinions or questions, please feel free to raise your hands and speak up."

"The British suffered greater losses than the Germans in this battle, but why does the movie say that the Germans still lost in the end?"

……

"The situation on both sides changes rapidly during naval battles, which places high demands on commanders' ability to adapt to changing circumstances. How do they ensure communication?"

……

"So, which is more powerful, battleships or the emerging aircraft carriers?" Suddenly, a soldier next to Wang Tiechui raised his hand and spoke. "I think that although the battleships in the film have powerful firepower and excellent protection, today's aircraft carriers are the trend of the future..."

Ok?

Wang Dachui suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. My goodness, how could a battleship with so many thick pipes be outshined by the ugly flat-top ship in the picture?

Boy, there is something wrong with you! He thought stubbornly.

Chapter 30 Industrial Dual Core

Canteen System Assistance

By Forgotten Maple X

2273 words

2020-10-05 12: 00: 00

Time passed quickly in 1937. With the help of the army, the farmers in the border areas reclaimed wasteland and raised sheep. The supplementary corps, which were training and producing at the same time, accumulated the first batch of qualified recruits, who were qualified enough to maintain their own guns, dig holes to hide in, and obey orders. The soldiers in Huinong District repaired the canals and sowed the first batch of corn seeds - yes, the Eighth Route Army also planted corn, and it was American corn.

Thanks to the efforts of Vice Chairman Zhou and others, the Gaojing Incident was resolved safely and peacefully. The tense atmosphere between the border regions and the Kuomintang-controlled areas eased briefly. For a time, many democratic figures in China were jubilant, believing that with the combined efforts of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, the combined efforts of various provinces, and the "joint efforts" of "peace-loving" people around the world, the Japanese invasion of this tiny island nation in the East would surely be overcome.

Looking good tomorrow.

But Liu Helian knew that this was just a false hope before peace.

He, along with the entire central government, felt a sense of crisis as if the sword of Dacmus was hanging over their heads: not to mention the Japanese invaders who were about to launch a full-scale invasion of China, even the Kuomintang government next door would be "passively resisting Japan and actively opposing the Communist Party" in the near future.

Power comes from the barrel of a gun!

At this moment, the focus of the entire border region and even the organization's work will undoubtedly revolve around military struggle. Only by eliminating the invaders and killing the reactionaries in the future can this troubled country be put on the right path. Continuous - Update q@q@group@book@collection@81317*5933

Liu Helian's primary focus was military affairs, but he had no intention of becoming a commander. Whether serving as a flight pilot or directing operations as deputy director of the Logistics Committee, he saw himself as the organization's logistical steward. To this end, after the Central Committee issued a resolution requiring him to reduce his twice-weekly flights to once a week, he, in typical time-traveling fashion, began traveling to the border arsenals in Fushe and Huinong to help them solve practical problems.

Fushe currently possessed the best "industrial base" in the border region, boasting a plentiful supply of "workers." Granted, these workers were limited to manual labor, organized as workshops during the slack season. However, while the Eighth Route Army disliked dependent agriculture and industry, fully utilizing the production capacity of these skilled workers, who had yet to be transformed into qualified workers, was another matter entirely.

Liu Helian had recently been having some doubts about his life: the factories he'd helped build the most were those making handmade cloth shoes, woven carpet pendants, and folk crafts! The most common things he'd seen were workbenches set up with tables and chairs, with a group of elderly women and men sitting around them, chatting and sewing shoe soles.

The only thing that fits his idea of ​​"industry" is probably the assembly lines for processing grenades.

But even here, on this "military production line," there are plenty of signs of makeshift work—bulk piles of loess tiles, then a heat-treatment furnace powered by a cleaning blower, equipped with a thermocouple thermometer imported by Liu Helian, delivers the annealed gray iron shells. Workers hammer together with steel molds, carving grooves into the shells, completing the so-called "pre-fragmentation" step. Next, rows of empty grenades are tossed onto kitchen baking scales, where brightly colored plastic funnels are used to pour the prescribed number of grams of warheads into them, compacting and tightening them. Finally, they drop from the electric assembly line into large baskets, waiting to be fitted with fuses and fuses...

The electricity was still connected to the cafeteria... Fortunately, the building had a transformer station attached, so there was enough redundancy in the electricity... However, when he saw baskets of cloth shoes, carpets and small items thrown into the recycling aperture and turned into high financial figures in the settlement system; baskets of grenades and reloaded ammunition were loaded onto carts and transported to the troops at the front, turning into visible combat power, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Forget it, whatever we do is part of the revolution.

Liu Helian immediately accepted his fate and continued to set up one labor-intensive factory after another with several people from the Logistics Special Committee, and tried to update some handicraft styles to earn more added value; together with the extremely green-skinned comrades in the arsenal, he tried to improve the production technology and management procedures, so that various military products can be easier to produce and reduce costs without reducing combat effectiveness.

By July, he was surprised to find that after the equipment he brought in was put into production, with such continuous accumulation, the production capacity of the Eighth Route Army's workshop-style, crude small factory was close to half of Yan Xishan's Taiyuan Arsenal at that time - every day, it could produce more than 100 kilograms of Mengneng materials and more Zhou's energy materials, more than 2,000 grenades, more than 20,000 bullets, and almost twice as many bullets!

Although propellant, detonators, percussion caps and other things still need to be imported, and this output would be laughed at in any European country, but at this time in the interior of the country - this is already the first-tier production capacity.

Compared with the rustic style of Fushi, Huinong seems much more formal.

Shortly after the canteen was established in 37, the Eighth Route Army had already begun construction of its first thermal power station in Huinong, investing in its first iron ore mine, first coal mine, and first coke oven, and began firing refractory bricks for blast furnaces. Under the guidance of Comrade Xiao Liu, in Huinong District, the R4 Corps' exploration team successfully discovered everything from coking coal and thermal coal to calcium carbide, fluorite, and even magnetite. These minerals were scattered across a narrow area stretching from Khoshut Banner to Huinong, close to the Yellow River. This effectively solved the water shortage crisis faced by the ferrous industry—no easy task in developing industry in the northwest.

After consulting the 60s edition of the Ferrous Metallurgy Research Institute's "Design Manual for Integrated Steel Plants from 10 to 30 Tons," the central government selected the smallest design with a capacity of 5 tons. They planned a small but comprehensive steel industrial zone here, complete with a series of upstream and downstream facilities, including air separation, ammonia synthesis (utilizing nitrogen, a byproduct of air separation), and mechanical processing plants. They also reserved capacity for expansion to 30 tons. If successfully completed, this single industrial zone could potentially boost the industrial capacity of the entire Kuomintang-controlled area.

The timeline is relatively easy to predict, with construction estimated to be completed in three to five years. Once the Northwest Passage negotiations are concluded, equipment can be procured from outside and smoothly transported to the border area for assembly and construction. The assistance from the canteen also allows the border government to maintain more full-time staff and reduce the labor force in small and medium-sized low-yield agriculture.

But after counting the number of people, the central government made a simple estimate and found that there were probably a total of 5 industrial workers.

This is really killing me.

It is no wonder that Xiao Wuyi compared this place to the Urals and Kuzbass in the Soviet Union, with a bright future and a difficult past.

But all this had little to do with Liu Helian. One day in June, just as Liu Helian was about to continue pestering Factory Director Liu Ding and go to the production line to monitor equipment production, someone hurried over and interrupted their discussion about the next work plan.

Liu Helian looked closely and found that the person coming was Minister Deng.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Minister Deng pulled him up and walked away:

"Comrade Xiao Liu, the Japanese have started their exercises in Fengtai."

Chapter 31 Historical Multithreading

Canteen System Assistance

By Forgotten Maple X

2553 words

2020-10-06 12: 00: 00

As a time traveler, the understanding of history is basically the greatest reliance, and Liu Helian is no exception to this.

After the future information was unlocked and the handover with the central government was completed, he told the central government what he knew about history. Among them, the Japanese army's exercises outside Fengtai City were an obvious sign.

"Are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true." Minister Deng said as he walked, "The Japanese have surrounded Fengtai City. Although they withdrew after a few days, they came back not long after.

"If that 'disappearance incident' you mentioned occurs, then we'll definitely start—oh no, that thing, not necessarily. Maybe they'll come up with a different excuse this time. After all, the wolfish ambitions of invasion are never short of excuses."

The two of them hurried toward the "small hill" by the Yan River. By far, this was the safest place in Fushe, the only place with 24-hour reliable power supply. The central office had also moved in, and everyone had come to enjoy this place for meetings, with its projector and whiteboard.

"What are we going to do now?" Liu Helian asked, "How can I help you?"

"The Central Committee is analyzing the Japanese tactics on your side. There seems to be something wrong. We need your opinion."

"Borrowed it, borrowed it."