Chapter 2 Streamlight (Part 2)

At this moment, Zhang Songling didn't know that many people in the Black Stone area were secretly calculating his graduation return time. The busy and busy military school life made his life very fulfilling. He didn't have much energy to pay attention to what happened in the Black Stone Guerrillas and the Black Stone Village area recently. During the war, his family letters were worth tens of thousands of dollars, and he could not communicate frequently with the "home". Every time he had a chance, he just finished his situation consciously. After introducing his situation, he was unwilling to disturb his studies. The writing was equally simple, and he chose not to mention the contradictions and differences between the two in a tacit understanding.

Time passes quickly in the busyness. In a blink of an eye, it is already the end of August. The autumn tiger is like the Japanese devils' offensive, occasionally violent, but day by day is getting worse. In the fields behind the school, the sorghum is also ripe. Bunches of plump fruit ears stand up from the top of the straw, red like jumping flames. Every time after school, there are always groups of young and no longer young students holding their yellow schoolbags and quickly run to the edge of the sorghum field. It is a summer resort in the eyes of all students. The green green gauze tent can block the vicious sunlight. The water vapor steam steam steamed out after the sorghum stalks are illuminated with a faint sweet fragrance, which makes people instantly awake after smelling it, and the fatigue on their bodies is quickly weakened.

"Zhang Songling, your letter." A middle-aged man with broken-legged glasses ran to the green gauze tent and took out a thin kraft envelope from his dark yellow schoolbag. Zhang Songling, who was discussing problems with his classmates around, quickly turned around, took the letter, and gave him a friendly smile, "Old Chen, thank you, after evening self-study, I will invite you to eat the leek box."

"Okay." Old Chen answered simply and neatly, his Adam's apple surging and his mouth shone brightly.

"Where are us, we have all heard it, fat man, you can't just remember the captain."

"Commander-in-Chief Zhu said that specialization is not allowed. Fatty, we are all from the same study group. Isn't it too much for you to invite people from outside to eat leek boxes but don't bring us with you?"

"Brief, this is a naked bribe. If you don't bribe us, we'll expose you."

The students in the same group who were discussing the problem with Zhang Songling immediately jumped up and protested in a verbal manner. Everyone's eyes were bright, and light green "sexy" figures were shaking inside.

The leek box with golden surface and light green belly is an absolute luxury at the Anti-Soviet Second Branch. The retail price of "up to two cents per person" has discouraged many students. However, for Zhang Songling, a "local rich man", it is not a problem to buy a few fillings occasionally. His cultural scores are all counted in the brigade, so he was elected as a team cadre by his classmates not long after he entered the school, and he could get three yuan of student cadre allowance every month. In addition, last month, his elder brother Zhang Shouling went to the Crescent Lake Festival. When selling goods in the city, Zhao Tianlong learned that his younger brother had been on the Anti-Japanese University and was in a good mood. He immediately asked his old relationship in Hebei to bring him 40 yuan Yuan Shikai, and he also told him that if he spent all his money, he could ask someone to send a message to his family at any time. Don’t be shabby when studying, and people underestimate themselves. Anti-Japanese University was the most reliable relationship in the world. In addition to father, son, brother, and teachers, students and classmates, the relationship that is now made up by spending a few dollars, may not be able to make up for hundreds of thousands in the future.

Zhang Songling always laughed at his brother's smart plan, but with forty yuan in his suitcase, Yuan Shikai hid in his suitcase, he became much more arrogant when spending money. At this moment, he heard his companions around him clamoring to eat the leek box, so he waved his hand righteously and agreed loudly: "Okay, we will see you at the gate of the camp at 9:30 tonight. There are three for each person. If you can't finish eating, you can ask someone to help me."

"Yes, don't worry, the squadron leader, we promise to complete the homework independently and not find reinforcements." Everyone stood attentively saluted, and the expression on their faces was even more exciting than winning a battle just now. No wonder they had a narrow vision. The food for the anti-large level was too simple. Every day, they almost had the same boiled vegetables and steamed buns. They lasted for several months and could not see any meat. As military trainees, their daily exercise was astonishingly large. If they did not replenish some energy before going to bed, the taste of being half awakened by hunger would definitely make you ecstatic.

"This, this is too cruel. Although the fat man is a rich man, we can't ignore any class feelings." Captain Chen Hui was the only person who was not excited about the upcoming delicious meal. He pushed his legs and glasses and whispered, "Let's go and take a yam noodle pot sticker. The yam noodle in this season is freshly ground, and the mouth is full of fragrance after taking a bite."

"This, too." Everyone hesitated and nodded in agreement. It was also a celebrity product in the midnight snack, and the price of Yam Noodle Pot Stickers was much more generous than the leek box, but at the same time the taste was much worse than the former. If you eat too much, you will easily get sour water in your stomach. When you wake up the next morning, you can't cover the smell of old sauerkraut in your mouth after brushing your teeth three times.

"It's better to have a leek box. I haven't had time to move this month's allowance, so I won't be eaten by you as a pauper." Hearing the regret in everyone's voices, Zhang Songling smiled and waved his hand, and reiterated in a low voice.

"The squadron leader is mighty." "The squadron leader is righteous." "The next election, we will vote for you and give Lao Chen a vote." "Yes, who told Lao Chen to be so stingy and never invite everyone to dinner." Everyone was immediately excited, laughing and threatening the captain Chen Hui.

"You guys who are unprincipled." Captain Chen Hui looked "angry" and waved his fists hard at everyone, "A few leek boxes will betray me. When the revolution encounters difficulties in the future, they will definitely be the material for traitors."

"Go, we are promoting the spirit of democracy and bravely challenging authoritarianism." The students curled their lips and retorted with laughter.

After laughing, they changed their minds and took the initiative to save money for Zhang Songling: "It's better to buy a few more. It's not interesting to just eat leek boxes."

"Well, I think so. Since the fat man sincerely treats the guests, we might as well just add elm leaf steamed buns, yam noodles, and wild vegetable dumplings, and all of them. Let's eat them all together."

"Not it? It's much more cost-effective to just eat leek boxes."

Elm leaf steamed buns, yam noodle pot stickers, and wild vegetable dumplings are all local specialty foods, and the prices are very affordable and the taste is not too bad. Every night before the lights are turned off, the villagers living around the school will use a load to carry the prepared food to the school gate and set it up steaming into stalls. Then, a large number of hungry young men and girls ran out with green eyes, starting with the cheapest wild vegetable dumplings, quickly sweep away the affordable food.

With these simple and primitive snack stalls, many people living near the Anti-Second Second Branch have gradually lived a relatively prosperous life. The leaders at all levels of the school are also happy to see the students and the people get along with each other, and have adopted a tacit attitude towards the behavior of everyone going out to buy midnight snacks before the lights are turned off. They neither prohibit nor advocate it, and let it go.

Seeing that today's midnight snack was about to come, Zhang Songling and his companions were very energetic. Then he looked down at the previous question, and the thoughts in his mind became much clearer. You and I quickly wrote the answers to the exercises and the complete calculation process of the answers on the ground at his feet.

"The answers in your part seem to be different from those obtained by our team." Captain Chen Hui did not rush to leave. When he saw the numbers on the ground, he frowned and whispered a reminder.

"This." Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and turned their eyes to Zhang Songling. Not only in this group, Zhang Songling's knowledge was worthwhile, so when encountering more complex problems, everyone instinctively chose to obey authority.

"I'll push it again, Lao Chen, if you don't mind, write down the derivation process of your group, let's see what the difference is." Zhang Songling has always been serious in his studies, and immediately squatted down, starting from the first formula, and repeatedly checking the entire derivation process.

"Okay." Captain Chen Hui squatted down and wrote down his calculation process one by one.

Compared with the two, the difference is immediately clear. When Zhang Songling and others calculated the landing point of the shell, they used the right and wrong direct aiming algorithm, while the team leader Chen Hui's team used the direct aiming algorithm. The difference in the choice of the two algorithms directly led to a very different result, and the complexity and workload of the calculation are also more than a little bit different.

"Our team sets the distance of the artillery position near the front of the battlefield. The farthest distance from the enemy trench is no more than two thousand meters, so you can basically aim directly." Captain Chen Hui pushed down his broken leg glasses and explained in a low voice.

"Our team's plan is to hide the artillery positions, paralyze the enemy, and then accidentally knock out their heavy fire points with a sudden fire, and then cover the infantry's attack." Zhang Songling nodded and explained his thoughts with a smile.

The original question is a very large combat command deduction. The troops and forces are given, but the specific details of the arrangement are not specified. They are completely left to the questioners to play themselves. Therefore, the answers given by both groups are correct, but the style of the commander determines the way artillery is used.

Chen Hui's battalion commander of the Eighth Route Army was usually short of food and bullets, so he would definitely bayonet the cannons during war. Even if he risked the artillery position being blown up by the enemy, he would still have to shoot close to the fire to increase the accuracy of artillery fire. Although Zhang Songling was born in the 26th Route, the famous beggar unit, his specific location was a secret service regiment, and the resources of the entire army would focus on the regiment. Therefore, the use of artillery should be more careful in planning. Even if he spends more time and energy to adjust the landing point, he should also ensure the effectiveness of artillery fire and the safety of artillery positions. (Note 1)

Note 1: Looking at the memoirs of some generals of the Eighth Route Army, there are often passages where Japanese artillery were seized and then blown up after use. It is not that the Eighth Route Army does not cherish these heavy weapons, but in fact it is impossible to get enough shells.
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