Bright Sword's Minion Interspersed

(One)

"PP is the main position, SP is the auxiliary position, and AP is the rotation position. This is the abbreviation of the firepower position in the Allied system. Later, you can make up your own code names, but in the future, we may cooperate with the Allied forces, so we need to understand Take a look at these contents!" Guan Shan marked and indicated on the picture.

"Fight with the Allies? How is that possible? They went from west to east, we went from east to west, and when we hit Berlin, we didn't know where they were hahahaha!" A bearded lieutenant colonel stood up and laughed. He took two sips.

"Yeah, yeah, this one, that one, it's really ugly!" The others sat on the ground and laughed.

"Get out if you don't want to hear it!" Big Ivan stood up and gave the bearded lieutenant colonel a kick, of course it was just a symbolic kick.

Everyone made a fuss to relax, and Guan Shan also smiled and took the water glass from Lily's hand and took a sip.

These pretending to be crazy, acting stupid and showing off are all performed for the women present, and everyone who understands them understands them.

Knocking on the blackboard, Guan Shan continued to preach: "When choosing a firepower point, you must make full use of the surrounding terrain. PP and SP must not be covered by the same artillery at the same time. It is absolutely not allowed!"

Guan Shan drew on the blackboard the coverage radius of the enemy's firepower and the shadows of the blind spots affected by the terrain.

The officers sat and took notes very seriously. This is a matter of life and death, especially the officers of the cavalry brigade listened more seriously. After all, the range of the bazooka is only about a hundred meters.

"That's right! Paul, haven't you seen such a heavy snow, and you will know it after taking your girlfriend to have fun in the field for a few days hahahaha..."

Although it was a research report by Vasily and Yuri, this thing seriously exceeded Zhdanov's common sense.

I!Depend on!Zhdanov and Vozne looked at each other.

Zhdanov glared at Malenkov viciously, and gnashed his teeth back.

"This, this is impossible!" Zhdanov blurted out.

Seeing that Zhdanov had already spoken, Vozny just nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Then what, what... Comrade Zhdanov..." Vozneh hurriedly pulled Zhdanov who was closer to him, and whispered: "The research reports of Comrades Yuri and Vasily have not had time to give Look, let me tell you the main idea orally..."

What Malenkov said just now is vicious!Punishment!What the hell does this mean? It's obviously a complaint, saying that he let his son follow Vasily in order to control Vasily's every move. What a dirty heart!
"Water, mixed with cotton wool, quick-frozen into ice cones, the hardness enhancement is unimaginable...Infantry hammers, even small-caliber shells hit directly, can't make it shatter..." Woznier whispered, and then from Open the file in the briefcase and show it to Zhdanov.

Looking at the picture in front of me, there are a bunch of squares, some with dotted line slash shadows, solid line slash shadows, grid shadows, blanks without shadows, and blanks without shadows with a small dot in the middle... It's a mess What are they?

True and false, false and true, the artillery has to expend shells, and the engineers have to work hard to clean up...

"Isn't it just an ice pick? We've fixed this thing a long time ago, and it's useless!" Someone started arguing again.

"Yuri? They are... Comrade Malenkov, what do you mean? Tell me clearly!" Zhdanov asked sharply.

"Let me explain in detail! Comrade Vozneh, Comrade Zhdanov!" Malenkov adjusted his glasses, picked up a thicker stack of paper in front of him, turned to one of the pages and said, "This is a diagram , it is very clear if you compare it with the picture..."

"What? Cotton? No! No, no, no!" Before Malenkov finished speaking, Zhdanov waved his hands angrily and shook his head, frowning at Stalin.

"No way! Yuri should have reported it to you too!" Malenkov looked curiously at Zhdanov and Stalin, but didn't even glance at Vozneh's expression.

"What's more, the anti-tank triangular pyramid is used. In the wild terrain, make good use of the anti-tank cone to force the enemy into the pocket formation we prepared for him..." Guan Shan walked to the window next to him, pushed it open, and put it on. Put on your gloves and bring over a miniature model the size of a teacup.

Stalin lit a pipe with his mouth in his mouth, but there was no response.

Zhdanov froze there.

When this round of quarrel subsided, Maja and Xiao Ge had already lifted an iron plate and placed it in the middle, Lily brought over a sledgehammer for blacksmithing, and Guan Shan put the ice pick in the middle of the iron plate with a smile, pointing at the ice pick and the big hammer. Hammer asked: "Come, come, who will try?"

"Set up a few big pots to boil snow water on the spot. In this weather..." Malenkov spattered all over while talking, and Stalin nodded slightly and fell into deep thought.

"I was skeptical at first, so I asked someone to do an experiment to test it... Hehe." Stalin nodded slightly with a serious face, looked at Zhdanov, and said, "Of course, there is such a spirit of doubt. , is also correct."

"Didn't you understand? No, it's easy to understand?" Malenkov said eccentrically, "It's okay, it's okay, you can understand as soon as I tell you. You can see that the shadow of the grid is mixed with a large proportion of cotton wool. You can see the number on the specific ratio, the solid slash means the ratio is halved... There is a small dot in the blank without shadow, hehe, that small dot is a mine..."

(two)

This kind of so-called "fortification" that uses local materials and looks like a makeshift or a fool, it seems to be a bit tasteful, it seems, a bit interesting.

"There's no end to it! Ah! If you make such a fuss, let me stand guard outside!" Big Ivan continued to curse at others to maintain order.

It's just a pile of ice bumps, what a treat for him, and it even turned into flowers!
"According to preliminary calculations, according to the deployment of anti-tank ice cones with a depth of 500 meters in front of the position, the amount of cotton consumed per kilometer of the front is only a little over 350 kilograms... At present, there are a lot of oily cotton yarns and cotton yarns that are difficult to clean on my side. Other cotton yarns or fabrics..." Malenkov spoke eloquently.

Zhdanov looked at Voznier dissatisfied, but Woznier was full of grievances like a fucking dog in his heart.

"I think it can be considered! Also, the branch of your committee in Leningrad should also take the initiative to arrest all these things!" Stalin said. This sentence made both Zhdanov and Voznier fight shiver.

"Yes! Comrade Stalin!" Zhdanov raised his chest and looked up with joy on his face. He walked over and patted Malenkov's arm heavily.

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