Chapter 914 Inventor (Second update, please subscribe)

What is war?

War is about maximizing one's own advantages. Lieutenant Colonel Dessen 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" appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost, constantly appearing on all sides of him.

They would suddenly open fire when they were thousands of meters away, firing machine guns for one or two minutes, and then drive away without looking back.

Facing this truck cavalry, when they wanted to chase them, they simply couldn't, because the truck was moving very fast. Even when shooting, the infantry on the truck could fire a dozen or twenty shots from a distance when the truck stopped, and quickly drive away before the Brazilians could react.

Although the 23rd Regiment had sixteen mortars and four field guns, they had no power to fight back against these trucks. Even if they clenched their fists, it was like hitting cotton and they had no strength at all.

Although the 23rd Regiment seemed to have a large number of troops, it was like a cat playing with a mouse when facing these trucks and had no ability to fight back at all.

When dusk fell, when he learned that his casualties had exceeded a thousand, Lieutenant Colonel Dessen Prior, who had wanted to teach the Ming army a profound lesson, ordered his troops to flee the area under the cover of darkness without hesitation. Even while fleeing, he and his troops were still hit.

The next morning, when the troops in the rear arrived at the hills on the grassland, they found more than 800 bodies. Faced with such a result, everyone was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it...

Correspondingly, after learning of this achievement, those officers all asked for more Type 6 machine guns. After all, in this small-scale encounter, the role played by one Type 6 machine gun far exceeded that of hundreds of rifles.

It has to be said that the emergence of the Type 6 machine gun completely subverted the concept of war, and its combination with trucks also produced a multiplier effect.

However, at this moment, only the Type 6 machine gun has just been put into use on the battlefield!

In addition to machine guns, the commanders of various units submitted reports requesting more trucks. After all, in addition to machine guns,

There was also a special force in the Ming Dynasty - the bicycle force.

As early as eight years ago, the Ming Dynasty had a bicycle unit, and then began to use bicycles on a large scale in the army's reconnaissance and communication tasks. Just like cars, once the military used bicycles, they became true fans - bicycles are good, they don't need to eat feed, don't need to drink water, and don't need special veterinary troops to serve them. Moreover, many people can learn to ride a bicycle in one go, but many people have to learn to ride a horse on the spot, and they may not be able to control it.

After the war with Argentina, the performance of bicycles on the battlefield led the military to make a plan after the war that each infantry regiment's first battalion must be equipped with a bicycle company, and each regiment must have a reconnaissance unit, either on horseback or on bicycles. From this time on, infantry regiments, from the regimental headquarters to the grassroots companies, were all equipped with bicycles.

Since the outbreak of the war, soldiers riding bicycles have been roaming across the vast land. They either serve as scouts, or cover the flanks of the troops, or travel between the troops to deliver letters. In short, the light and flexible bicycles have always been trusted by the military.

However, compared to cars, bicycles still have great shortcomings. After all, they require people to pedal with their legs.

"If I ride another ten kilometers, I feel like my legs will be broken..."

Zhang Dayang, lying on a camp bed, felt as if his legs had become someone else's after delivering several letters to and from the troops. As a communications soldier, he rode a bicycle to deliver letters every day. At the end of the day, he had to ride at least 70 or 80 kilometers, which was a challenge to the limits for any communications soldier.

"Hey, when can we get a car, like the limousines that the officers have..."

Gu Hai shouted before his comrade could finish his words.

"What are you dreaming about? Even the regiment commander is riding a horse, and you want to ride in a car? You are talking in your sleep!"

"If we don't have a car, we can install an engine on our car! Then, it will be a real bicycle!"

"You're the one who came up with the idea of ​​installing an engine on a bicycle..."

Although the brothers in the tent were chatting, Zhang Dayang, who was lying on the bed, seemed to have received some inspiration and talked to himself.

“That’s not impossible!”

"What? Dayang, what can you say?"

"I mean putting a motor on a bicycle!"

"Haha, Dayang, are you dreaming? Installing an engine, a car engine is so big, can it be carried?"

Can you carry it?

It certainly can’t carry a car engine, but what if I replace the engine?

Zhang Dayang, whose legs were aching from exhaustion, suddenly sat up and rode his bicycle away from the tent.

"Ocean, ocean..."

Gu Hai muttered.

"I don't know what hysteria is."

…

“Boom boom…”

In the machine gun company's camp, the sound of engines running was accompanied by the smell of gasoline.

This is a gasoline generator charging the machine gun battery - the electric Gatling gun requires lead-acid batteries to drive it, and the batteries always need to be charged. On the battlefield, they are charged by small gasoline generators like this.

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

"I say, Dayang, why are you here instead of delivering the letter to the company commander?"

Zhang Zhongxing saw him and came over to ask.

“What’s so good about this machine?”

"How much power does he have?"

"What?"

"I mean the engine."

"This, this is a generator..."

While Zhang Zhongxing was introducing the generator, Zhang Dayang was looking at this engine which was only the size of a schoolbag. He looked at the bicycle from time to time, thinking in his mind and talking to himself.

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

"What are you thinking about, kid?"

Zhang Zhongxing asked.

“I was wondering about this engine!”

Zhang Dayang said without hesitation.

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

"What? Invention?"

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

"You haven't even been to middle school, and you're still inventing something? Are you hysterical?"

Zhang Dayang indeed never went to middle school. He just barely finished junior high school. However, this did not hinder his interest in machinery. In fact, before joining the army, he had been an apprentice for four years.

"If you haven't been to middle school, you can't invent. Who says that people who graduated from elementary school can't invent?"

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

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

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

"Use him..."

Pointing at the electric motor on the wooden frame, Zhang Dayang spoke directly.

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

(End of this chapter)