"No. 1 charge means...well, I made a mistake, this has to be No. 3 charge!" Hu Yizhou habitually confused the propellant again. After all, the 82 gun at this time was different from the 82 gun in later generations.

The range is different.

The firing of the mortars is very interesting.

The propellant is partially inside the tail tube of the mortar shell. There are holes on the side of the tail tube. When the shell hits the tail, it ignites the propellant, and the burning gunpowder will eject from the holes.

At this time, if you want to increase the range, just tie a fixed-weight propellant packet to the tail tube. The jetted flame will ignite the propellant packet, thereby increasing the range. With one more propellant packet, its range

Just add a few hundred meters.

Hu Yizhou packed three propellant charges on the tail tube of a mortar shell and handed them to the soldiers on the side.

"Boy, listen up! This is called No. 3 charge! When I say to release it, put this shell into the barrel! After releasing it, cover your ears and squat aside with your mouth open. Do you hear me?" Hu Yizhou

Said very seriously.

"Got it, sir!" the soldier said loudly.

"Repeat it again!"

"When you told me to release it, I put the shell into the barrel, covered my ears and squatted aside with my mouth open!" the soldier said loudly.

"You watch while I do it!" Hu Yizhou was very worried about these new recruits. It would be best to give them simple training.

So, in the next five minutes, Hu Yizhou trained several of his subordinates one by one. His training method was very simple, imitate!

I will do it again and you will do it again, and if you do something wrong, you will immediately correct it. The operation of the mortar can be said to be simple or difficult. In addition to those who resist artillery shells, these men are also the ones who carry the artillery. They are all rough jobs. The most delicate ones.

My job is to load artillery shells.

Fortunately, these guys were pretty smart and didn't make too many mistakes.

"Your name is Fang Hao, right? Did you go to school before?" Hu Yizhou said to the soldier who just took the cannonball.

"Yes! Sir!"

"Okay! Wait a minute, if I say let it go, you really let it go! This time it's not training!" Hu Yizhou said.

"Yes, sir!"

Picking up the telescope, Hu Yizhou found the reconnaissance team.

In Songhu in August, it was extremely hot, and the vegetation near Wusongkou was lush. A Japanese soldier squad (13 people, equivalent to a squad. The squad leader, four machine gunners with a crooked handle, and eight infantrymen

.) is sneaking among the grass and shrubs.

Their helmets were tied with straw, and their bodies were camouflaged. You really couldn't tell unless you looked carefully.

The little devils will be crazy when they fight, but there is subtlety in the madness. For example, intelligence work is very delicate.

Although they have attacked the Baoshan position many times and captured the peripheral positions on the north and south sides, these little devils still need to conduct reconnaissance before attacking. Of course, this reconnaissance may also turn into fire reconnaissance or even attack.

It's a pity that the little devils in this small team were targeted by Hu Yizhou.

He gave a thumbs up, opened one eye and then closed it again... This was measuring distance.

"Distance...angle..." Hu Yizhou searched the memory in his mind and began to calculate the ballistics and adjust this 20-type 82-forced weapon in good quality. The 98th Division is an organizer. It is not surprising that Hu Yizhou has such an 82-forced weapon.

After adjusting the coordinates, Hu Yizhou shouted to Fang Hao: "Let go!"

Hearing Hu Yizhou's shout, Fang Hao put the cannonball into the barrel as he had done during training. After placing it, he covered his ears and squatted aside with his mouth open.

"Boom...chirp...boom..."

The mortar shell flew into the sky under the powerful thrust of the propellant. After reaching the highest point, it quickly fell and exploded into brilliant fireworks in the grass in the distance.

Accompanying the fireworks were the soaring bodies of the three little devils.

"Hit, hit! A master is indeed a master!" On the distant city wall, the commander of the eighth battalion held the telescope of the eighth battalion deputy, looking at the explosion point in the distance and the little Japanese who were blown away, and shouted excitedly

road.

The Eighth Battalion Commander may not look like a battalion commander, but he is still in his 20s, the age when he is most enthusiastic and loves hot weapons. He likes things like shooting mortars the most. Knowing that Hu Yizhou wants to try out a few cannons, he

I ran to the city wall to watch the excitement.

Hu Yizhou didn't know that someone was watching the battle for him. He just thought from the memory of the original owner that adjusting the coordinates like this would be a good way to hit, so he did it! Unexpectedly, the original owner Hu Zhou was really a master of cannon shooting.

"Put it back!" Hu Yizhou shouted after adjusting the coordinates slightly.

"yes!"

Fang Hao picked up the cannonball with No. 3 charge attached during training just now and put it into the barrel in a standard manner.

"Boom...chirp...boom..." Several more Japs were blown away.

"It's so enjoyable! If each of us has the skills of a master, why worry about the little devil being immortal?" the Eighth Battalion Commander shouted excitedly.

"Battalion Commander, it's useless if you have one! We have no cannons and no shells!" The deputy of the eighth battalion was there to make trouble.

"If the pot doesn't open, pick up the pot! Go and watch it for me! Are the doors and windows of the people's houses on that street blocked? Go and watch it quickly! The corridors on both sides of the city gate are also blocked.

Come on! Don't let the Japanese get on the tower after they come in!" The commander of the eighth battalion drove away the deputy of the eighth battalion.

"Boom...chirp...boom..." The last few Japs also went up to the sky.

"The little devil's tactics are still too rigid! If a class is packed so tightly, isn't this asking for death?" Hu Yizhou looked at his results and despised the little devil's rigid tactics.

"Well... I have to keep a small notebook to remember it, and implement the three-three system tactics in future training!" Hu Yizhou thought silently, and made plans for the future.

"As I said just now, move the position! Hurry up!" Hu Yizhou shouted loudly, instructing his men to dismantle the mortars and then move the position.

Hu Yizhou did not dare to bet that the Japs' artillery was not aimed at him. It was absolutely wise to shoot and move to another place. If he ran too late, after the Japs' artillery pushed out his coordinates, he would definitely be covered by artillery fire.

"Chirp...boom..." Sure enough, after Hu Yizhou and the others moved to another artillery position, the little devil's retaliatory counterattack arrived at the previous artillery position. More than ten 41-type mountain artillery shells fell to the ground in a row, showing that the little devil's

Powerful firepower.

A real man never looks back to see the explosion! So Hu Yizhou looked head-on at the little devil's "fire show".

After that, turn around and leave! No longer care about the battle here.

Because there are still important things waiting for him to do in the city.

"Master Zheng, are you ready?"

Inside Baoshan City, several leading soldiers were waiting in front of a blacksmith shop, and the leader was urging the master blacksmith.

"Okay, okay! Let me tell you, bosses, what do you want these iron plates for? Are they bent?"

An old blacksmith who looked to be in his fifties was placing curved iron plates piece by piece on the case while mumbling questions.

"You ask me, who should I ask? The master said so! By the way, Uncle Zheng, take your disciples out of the city and go back to your hometown! You won't be able to get out in a few days!" The big-headed soldiers held iron plates to coax them.

After all, there were a few more legal coins on the case.

"Alas...the devils are here, how can the common people survive! Third brother, pack your things, let's leave now and go back to our hometown!"

Master Zheng put away the money, called his son and apprentice, and prepared to return to his hometown.

When several big-headed soldiers found Hu Yizhou, Hu Yizhou was holding a wire along the corner of East and West Street. He walked a dozen meters and stopped. After measuring the distance, he casually put down a small explosive bag.

"Have you found everything?" Hu Yizhou asked.

"We've got them all, sir!"

"Okay! Come with me!"

"Yes, sir!"

Hu Yizhou led them to the city gate, where there was a small explosive pack as the starting point of a line.

"Cover the outside of this explosive bag with an iron plate, then put the iron nails, iron sand and other things you found into a flat cloth strap and apply it on the iron plate! If not, put some pebbles the size of quail eggs on the outside! Remember

Come on, don’t pretend too much!”

While Hu Yizhou was talking, he put an iron plate on the explosive package, adjusted the angle, found some rotten bricks and tiles to block it, and finally placed a pack of iron nails and other fragments on the iron plate.

After doing this, he found some rags, slivers of burnt wood and the like that had been blown up during the bombing to block them and disguise them. These disguises were so well done that even if he looked carefully, he wouldn't care about the rag bag.

There is something deadly inside. And these disguises will not stop the flying fragments.

"Master...this...you better do it yourself...we can help you get the things!" Several big-headed soldiers had a headache looking at this, so they might as well do more work.

Hu Yizhou is not hypocritical. This simple directional blasting device is a weapon for ambushes! Especially in crowded places! If you are not willing to do it, I am not willing to teach you!

As time passed, Hu Yizhou deployed twenty directional explosive devices on each side of the street. Now, he is not worried about too many people coming in, but he is only worried that too few people are coming in and the killing will not be enough!

As a former special-purpose military rabbit and later the master of guns in the mercenary world, Hu Yizhou has his own pride. He has experienced dozens of battles, large and small, and has experienced several life-and-death crises. He is not afraid of the battlefield.

.

Since I can't leave now, let's have a good fight with the devils here! I happen to be full of resentment, and it's just right to vent it on the devils!

"Report to the battalion commander, I'm ready here!" Inside the headquarters in the city, Hu Yizhou met the eighth battalion commander.

"Okay? So soon? Okay, we started working as soon as dawn. Are you hungry now? I asked the cooking team to steam some big steamed buns and stew a large pot of meat! We ate them all on the battlefield outside!

Let’s eat too, we’ll be ready for the war when we’re full!” The Eighth Battalion Commander was first surprised by Hu Yizhou’s preparation speed, and then told him to hurry up and eat.

"Thank you, battalion commander!" Hu Yizhou said politely.

"Thank you for what? We are all brothers who live and die together! All for fighting the Japanese! Stop talking and eat!" said the Eighth Battalion Commander.

"Okay!" Hu Yizhou picked up the white steamed buns and started eating. These days, it's not often that you can eat white flour steamed buns and eat meat!

"Woo...ang..." The roar of airplanes came from the sky.

"Master, you eat first, the Japanese bombers are coming! I'm going to see the battle outside the city!" After the eighth battalion commander finished speaking, he put down the bowl and ran away.

"Plane...bombing...it seems...there is something I need to remind you of!" Hu Yizhou suddenly remembered something.
Chapter completed!