Several canteens in Novgomel are working at full capacity to produce ready-to-eat rations, and the villages of Catfish and Black Soil are also assisting. And because some villagers have also joined in, the critical issue of military rations will not be a problem.

In Yang Mingzhi's planning, this operation is afraid to be carried out for ten days! On the surface, it seems that the Soviet army is ambushing a train to blow up the railway, and then going to a prisoner of war camp to ransack it, and then rescuing some people can be withdrawn, and everything looks like they can be captured.

In order to avoid any moths in the operation, logistics must be done well.

Soldiers carry ten days' worth of rations, and each person has to eat nearly a kilogram of food per day. It is not realistic for a soldier to carry ten kilograms of grain on his back, but eight or nine kilograms are still available.

Regardless of whether the operation will take a full ten days, whether the soldiers will finally eat the "high-end" rations of this ten-day share. At the critical moment, you have to have, if the troops end up saving a large number of prisoners of war, it must be a group of hungry and panting people. It is unrealistic to expect that the German prisoners of war camps have a lot of food in their warehouses, and it is unrealistic to expect that the Germans will have mercy on the prisoners of war and give them enough food.

At that time, part of the rations held by the soldiers would also have a reason to feed the poor fellows.

In addition to the back kitchen of this canteen, Yang Mingzhi went to the arsenal of the arsenal non-stop.

For a soldier who is going to fight in the field, there are three things he must be concerned about: food, weapons and ammunition, and accommodation.

Food is no longer a problem, accommodation is two blankets tied to a backpack.

The most critical issue is only weaponry.

"A soldier who has to march long distances and carry enough baggage. His weight will never be less than twenty kilograms. Yang Mingzhi's long-term inherent cognition is based on Chinese soldiers, but Maozi is generally tall, and they themselves are more powerful, and their requirements for their burdens will naturally increase.

In fact, even if a muscular Maozi is asked to carry 20 kilograms of stuff and march at 5 kilometers per hour and 50 kilometers a day, he will still be overworked, and his body will inevitably have soreness.

In the environment of war, this kind of soreness is inevitable, and if the army wants to win the battle and advance quickly, it can only grit its teeth and persevere.

Yang Mingzhi is very confident in his own soldiers, if he is really worried, it is the group of female soldiers who are worried about Qiao Shuya. The war does not take care of the natural disadvantage of female soldiers, who, like male soldiers, have to carry more than 20 kilograms.

Yang Mingzhi, accompanied by Rygushkov, stationed in the largest weapons warehouse in the blacksmith village.

The five German field guns captured in the last battle are now parked in this large wooden building, each covered with a cover sewn from various rags.

Yang Mingzhi's focus is naturally not here, this kind of heavy weapon can only be used in the wilderness positional warfare.

His eyes were on the stacked recoilless cannon and the array of launchers.

The small-caliber is the launcher of the RPG with a 70-mm warhead, and the large-caliber one, with an inner diameter slightly higher than 107 mm, is the launch tube of the newly developed rocket artillery.

When Yang Mingzhi stood in front of these neatly stacked huge pipes, Ryguskov introduced: "Sir, please see, this is the product of our production line recently. A total of 15 large-caliber rocket launchers were produced, and a total of 20 large-caliber rockets were produced. Other ......"

"Why so little?!" Yang Mingzhi decisively interrupted him: "During the three-day meeting, the arsenal, the fertilizer factory, and the chemical laboratory were all working hard to produce raw materials, why is the output so so?" If you try harder, the launchers are overloaded with ammo. ”

Naturally, Rigushkov also had his sufferings, and he had already expected the commander to ask such a question, so he had to hook his head and answer: "Yes! We are indeed facing a very awkward situation right now! ”

Under his guidance, Yang Mingzhi came to one of several separate rooms in this warehouse. The wooden door was unlocked, the wooden window was opened, and what appeared in front of Yang Mingzhi and his entourage was a pile of rockets standing in front of them.

Their structure is slightly peculiar, that is, the warhead is larger than the tail, because the tail is also equipped with a folding tail. When in use, they can be tucked into the launcher in an approximate cylindrical shape.

Precisely because the operation was about to begin, this batch of ammunition also hit the collision fuse.

"Sir, look, these are the large-caliber rockets we produce. The warhead is painted yellow, and the internal refill is picric. Nothing is painted, and the inside is filled with ammonium nitrate mixed with TNT. ”

"And what about ethylene oxide and hydrazine nitrate?" Yang Mingzhi asked decisively.

Rygushkov casually pointed in a direction: "Sir! They're still in that cellar! Sir! I don't dare put those ammo here! Some of the potions have finally been turned into finished rockets, and they're back in the cellar! ”

Yang Mingzhi pinched his chin full of stubble, this person's approach was realistic. A simple count of these munitions is indeed a full twenty, considering that there is also a batch of cloudburst rockets in that warehouse, its total production is naturally considerable.

At this point, Rygushkov finally explained the reason for his low production.

He pointed to a yellow paint one and explained helplessly: "These rockets, they are all monsters that eat explosives!" According to the design plan, for example, this picric rocket is loaded with ten kilograms in the warhead! Ten of them are like this, and we have already consumed a hundred kilograms of picric acid! ”

He gushed out the amount of explosives used in these munitions, and the final result was that these munitions certainly exceeded the power of ordinary heavy artillery, and the loss of their charges also basically consumed a large amount of explosives reserves.

"A large amount of TNT airdropped by the upper echelons, according to the regulations you ordered, they are mainly used in recoilless guns and rocket-propelled grenade warheads, so the power is basically at the level of 70mm field guns. Picric acids were naturally phased out, and they were mainly used in this type of rocket artillery, and some rocket-propelled grenade warheads.

Nowadays, because the chemical laboratory has put a lot of manpower and material resources on the production of high-energy fuels, the production of picric acid has also decreased a lot.

These picric acid rockets. They have thicker walls because they will be used quickly, so the inner walls of each shot are only coated with a thin layer of wax to resist corrosion. I guess that's redundant! I did it anyway to be absolutely safe! ”

"Well done to you! I already see exactly what you mean! Yang Mingzhi patted Riguskov on the shoulder, even though the man had not finished speaking.

At this moment, Yang Mingzhi really couldn't control his emotions, his forehead was raised, and he couldn't help but sigh when he stared at the ceiling: "Sure enough!" This is rocket artillery! I don't know if I don't produce it myself, but explosives and propellants are piled up in large quantities to have great power! If the raw materials are less, I can't produce many pieces! ”

Even if these rockets are 107 mm caliber, they are not the famous "farm tools" after all. It is also a firing pin striking primer to ignite the entire propellant pattern, and the trigger system of RPGs is a principle.

Its length has been shortened to ninety centimeters, and because of the special propellant, the theoretical maximum range of this thing is indeed eight kilometers, in fact, Yang Mingzhi estimates that it is at least five kilometers.

Since the production line was launched, the weapon has only undergone one special experiment. That is, a rocket without explosives was launched, and it flew smoothly with a trail of blue-white smoke. Because a meeting was going on at the time, this experiment did not cause much trouble, because the people's interest was all about the upgrading of the army into a group army and the establishment of a guerrilla republic!