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Chapter 914 Inventor (Second update, please subscribe)
What is war?

War is to maximize the advantages of one's own side. Lieutenant Colonel Desen Prior, who had vowed to inflict heavy damage on the Ming army, found himself in a strange situation in the next half day.

This "truck cavalry" came out of nowhere, like a ghost, constantly appearing in all directions of him.

When they are thousands of meters apart, they will suddenly shoot, only machine gun for a minute or two, and then drive away without looking back.

Facing this truck cavalry, when they wanted to chase, they couldn't catch up at all, because the truck was so fast that even shooting, the infantry on the car could be far away when the car was suspended. He fired a dozen or twenty shots, and drove away quickly before the Brazilian could react.

Although the 23rd Regiment had sixteen mortars and four field guns, they had absolutely no power to fight back against these trucks. Even if they clenched their fists, the fists seemed to hit cotton. There is no strength.

Although the 23rd regiment seemed to have a large number of troops, it was like a cat playing with a mouse in the face of these trucks, completely powerless to fight back.

When twilight fell, Lieutenant Colonel Desen Prior, who originally wanted to teach the Ming army a profound lesson, ordered his troops to flee the area in the dark, almost without hesitation, when he learned that the casualties on his side had exceeded a thousand. a region.Even while fleeing, he and his troops were still beaten.

In the early morning of the next day, when the rear troops arrived at the hills on the prairie, they found more than [-] corpses. Faced with such a result, everyone was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it...

Correspondingly, after learning of this record, those officers, without exception, demanded more six-year machine guns. After all, in this small-scale encounter, a six-year machine gun played far more roles Far more than hundreds of rifles.

It has to be said that the appearance of the six-year machine gun completely subverted the concept of war, and its combination with the truck also had a multiplier effect.

It's just that, right now, it's just that the six-year-old machine gun has just been put into the battlefield!

In addition to machine guns, the chief officers of the various units have issued reports asking for more trucks. After all, in addition to machine guns,

There is also a special unit in Daming—the bicycle unit.

As early as eight years ago, Daming had a bicycle force, and then began to use bicycles on a large scale in the army's reconnaissance and communication tasks.Like cars, once the military uses bicycles, it becomes a true fan - this bicycle is good, it does not need to eat feed, it does not need to drink water, and it does not need a special veterinary team to serve it. Many people can learn it as soon as they learn it. Many people have to learn to ride a horse, and they may not be able to control it.

After the war against Argentina, the performance of bicycles on the battlefield led the military to require the first battalion of each infantry regiment to be equipped with a bicycle company and each regiment to have a reconnaissance unit in the post-war plan. , either on a horse or on a bicycle.From this moment on, the infantry regiment has bicycles distributed from the regiment headquarters to the grassroots companies.

Since the outbreak of the war, soldiers on bicycles have been haunting the vast land. They either serve as spearheads, or cover the flanks of troops, or transport letters between troops. In short, light and flexible bicycles, It has always won the trust of the military.

However, compared with cars, bicycles still have great shortcomings. After all, it requires people to use their legs to pedal.

"If I ride more than ten kilometers, I feel like my legs will be useless..."

Lying on the camp bed, Zhang Dayang felt that his legs had become someone else’s after delivering several letters between the troops. As a messenger, he was riding a bicycle to deliver letters every day. It is said that it is necessary to ride seventy or eighty kilometers, which is a challenge for any signal soldier.

"Hey, when did you say that we can get a car for us, just like the cars of the officers..."

Before his comrade-in-arms could finish speaking, Gu Hai shouted.

"What kind of Spring and Autumn dream? Even the leader is still riding a horse, but you want to take a car, talking in your sleep!"

"If you don't have a car, it's okay to install an engine on our car! At that time, it will be a real bicycle!"

"It's a blessing that you can think of an engine on a bicycle..."

Although the brothers in the tent were chatting there, Zhang Dayang, lying on the bed, seemed to have received some inspiration, talking to himself.

"It's not impossible!"

"What? Dayang, what did you say, can it work?"

"I mean put an engine on a bicycle!"

"Haha, Dayang, are you dreaming? Install an engine, the engine of a car is so big, can it carry it?"

Can you carry it?
Certainly can't carry the car engine, but what if you change the engine?
Zhang Dayang, who was tired and sore in his legs, sat up suddenly, and rode his bicycle directly from the front of the tent and left.

"Ocean, ocean..."

Gu Hai muttered.

"I don't know what kind of hysteria it is."

……

"Tom tom..."

In the camp of the machine gun company, amidst the sound of the engines running, the camp was filled with the smell of gasoline.

This is the gasoline generator charging the machine gun batteries - electric Gatling guns need lead-acid batteries to run, and the batteries always need to be charged, and it is these small gasoline generators that charge them on the battlefield.

As soon as he entered the machine gun camp, Zhang Dayang stared at a gasoline generator, thinking about something in his mind.

"I said, Dayang, you're not here to deliver the letter to the company commander, so what are you doing here?"

Seeing him, Zhang Zhongxing leaned over and asked.

"What's so good about this machine?"

"How powerful is he?"

"what?"

"I mean the engine."

"This, this is the generator..."

When Zhang Zhongxing introduced the generator, Zhang Dayang looked at the engine, which was only the size of a schoolbag, and looked at the bicycle from time to time, thinking in his heart while talking to himself.

"It should be possible, it should be possible..."

"What are you thinking, boy?"

Zhang Zhongxing asked.

"I was thinking about the engine!"

Zhang Dayang said without thinking.

"I'm thinking about using this engine to invent something."

"What? Invention?"

Zhang Zhongxing looked at Zhang Dayang, the signal soldier in the regiment headquarters, and suddenly grinned.

"You kid didn't even go to middle school, and you still invented it? Are you hysterical?"

Zhang Dayang did not go to middle school, he barely finished high school, but this did not hinder his liking for machinery, in fact, he had been an apprentice for four years before joining the army.

"If you haven't gone to middle school, you can't invent. Who said that you can't invent if you graduated from elementary school!"

As soon as Zhang Dayang finished speaking, a voice came from behind him.

"Yes, that's right, who said that inventors have to be middle school students or college students, Dayang, tell me, what do you want to invent."

It was none other than Hu Jiaye, the company commander of the machine gun company, who came over.

"Use him..."

Pointing to the electric motor on the wooden frame, Zhang Dayang said directly.

"Commander, I want to use it to build a real bicycle, um, a two-wheeled automatic vehicle."

(End of this chapter)