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Chapter 23 Do You Need Paper To Wipe Your Butt?

The Nine Zero helmet is made of carbon steel, which was considered very advanced at that time, with a thickness of 1 mm and a weight of about 1 kg. It can effectively defend against artillery fragments and long-distance bullets.

In the early days, the Japanese army was very arrogant, and a very eye-catching yellow five-pointed star was printed on the front of the Type [-] helmet to show the glory of the Japanese Empire.

However, in the Battle of Nomenkan with the Soviet Army in 1939, it was precisely because of this coquettish and eye-catching yellow five-pointed star that the Japanese army was brutally abused by the Soviet army. The Soviet army shot and killed many Japanese soldiers with rifle headshots. The Japanese soldier who suffered a big loss was forced to make the yellow star on the front of the helmet smaller.

The bulletproof ability of Type 600 helmets has gradually fallen behind with the improvement of thermal weapons. According to the investigation of the Japanese military logistics department, in the Battle of Songhu, among the 48 Type [-] helmets hit, the penetration rate was astonishingly high [-]% of the total.

Therefore, on the basis of the Type [-], the Japanese army developed a Type [-] steel helmet with better defense capabilities.

However, due to the perennial wars of the Japanese army, the national power was gradually stretched, the domestic steel supply was insufficient, and the quality of the steel was limited at this time. The actual production of the [-]-style helmets was very small, and they were only used by soldiers on the frontline battlefield.Therefore, the garrisons in places like Insert Wing Valley basically use [-]-style steel helmets.

Another main reason why the [-]-style steel helmet is still the main force of the Japanese army in China is that the power of China's Zhongzheng rifle is far less than that of the Soviet rifle.

The Japanese have done experiments, and the bullets fired by the Zhongzheng rifle have penetrating power to the Type 300 helmet within 350 meters, and the threat is greatly reduced beyond [-] meters.

Just like the [-]th cover, although the Type [-] steel helmet is ordinary to the Japanese army, it is already very luxurious to have a Type [-] steel helmet for Chinese soldiers whose weapons and equipment are seriously backward.

Japanese officers have always been very confident. Even when they are leading the charge, they will not wear steel helmets, so as to reflect their determination to advance and retreat with the soldiers and boost morale.

There is another important reason why Yan Zhi doesn't want to wear the [-]-style steel helmet. This kind of steel helmet will be painted with a layer of green as a protective color in summer. It looks as green as a bastard, making people despise the green hat Chinese people look very uncomfortable.

Of course, on a battlefield where life and death are at stake, it is extremely luxurious to have a green steel helmet to protect the head.

At this time in China, most of the rivers and mountains have fallen into the hands of the Japanese, many military industrial enterprises have been severely damaged, and the steelmaking technology is far inferior to that of Japan. Therefore, when Chinese soldiers go to the battlefield, basically only those who protect their heads A thin layer of fabric over.

Judging from the faces of the dozens of devils killed this morning, not all devils have mustaches, just like not all Chinese men are big bearded men who are taller than Japanese.The square beard that the Japanese grow on the middle is just the director of the anti-Japanese drama. In order to make it easier for the audience to distinguish, the Chinese and Japanese soldiers did it on purpose.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the heat of the sun began to fade, and the drowsy sky began to fall, and the soldiers began to make final preparations for entering the position.

Gathering everyone together, before Officer Yan could say a few words, a dozen soldiers hugged their stomachs like ants on a hot pot.

"idiot!"

Yan Zhi imitated the style of the Japanese second lieutenant, and decently scolded the dozen or so soldiers who wanted to go to the toilet, which caused everyone to laugh in confusion.

"Tell you to eat less at noon. Mother Quan Te doesn't listen, and eats like a starving ghost, but you are going to shit after the battle. Believe it or not, I can make you poop in your pants?"

Everyone who was about to shit had a frowning face and was laughed at by everyone.

Yan Zhi suddenly remembered the greatest drama "Land Mine Warfare" that he had watched when he was a child. His childish innocence was so excited that he asked the soldiers to go to the places on both sides of the Chichi Valley to defecate collectively.

"Both go?"

The soldiers were a little confused.

"Go all!" Yan Zhi cursed, pointing at the soldiers' noses, "Go and empty your stomachs one by one, don't you fucking lose the chain at a critical moment."

"Where are there rules for shitting and peeing?"

The soldiers laughed and teased, and slipped down both sides of the Chichi Valley, took off their pants and squatted down one by one, squatting in order, squatting in the grass with only their heads exposed, very funny and funny .

Being able to light a cigarette while shitting is a very luxurious and enjoyable thing for these poor soldiers, so blue smoke rose from many bushes.

"After much time, do you have any paper with you?"

After a while, many queens were squatting when they suddenly heard Officer Yan's voice from the nearby grass.

Many people answered without thinking: "No. What do you need paper for?"

Yan Zhi answered angrily: "Damn it, you kid don't wipe your butt when you poop?"

"Wipe!" After a while, I pushed aside the grass, and I saw Major Yan, who had a face of baby fat, squatting in the grass next to him at some point, holding half a cigarette at an angle, squinting his eyes from the smoke, looking at his face. embarrassment.

Yan Zhiqian coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, it was the first time he was seen shitting at such a big age, he could not help but move his butt in the grass, and asked angrily: "Then you don't want paper to wipe your butt? "

"You still need to use such precious paper to wipe your buttocks?" Stretching out a hand to pick up a handful of grass, he said with a dazed expression, "This grass is soft and comfortable, much more comfortable than sticks, stones, and soil. "

As he said that, he squeezed the grass and wiped it on his butt with his backhand, his comfortable expression was very magical.

Yan Zhi withdrew into the grass with a face full of disgust and disgust, and waited for the rustling and rustling around him, and after the group had gathered for a long time and left, he silently took out the crumpled cigarette case...

Afterwards, Yan Zhi cursed: "Damn it, damn...it's so slippery..." Then, a hand stretched out from the grass, swung it a few times, and rubbed against the grass...

Yan Zhi murmured, "Your sister..."

Suddenly Fan Xiaosi's voice came from the side: "Sir, why do you always like to scold this sentence?"

Yan Zhi almost fell to the ground, your sister, even if you shit, you will be surrounded and have no peace.He picked up his pants angrily and left: "I am willing."

"Damn it!" Yan Zhi was stunned after taking a few steps, "Why are you moving your shit?"

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, a few heads appeared in the grass, looking in surprise at Chief Yan who didn't know who he disliked.

The Eighth Route Army is the ancestor of landmines.Seeing more than a dozen soldiers of the national army still pooping and chatting there, they have already planted several landmines on the edge of the valley, Xu Zheyou, who put up the reminders, said with a look of contempt, when you shit, pay attention to the place where I planted mines , Don’t let the shit come out by then, and people will fly into the sky.

"Go, go!" A few soldiers of the national army laughed and scolded, "Go away, you can't pull me out..."

"Pooh!"

Xu Zheyou smiled and left, "Rare."

After a while, Yan Zhi washed his hands, lit another cigarette to smoke his palms for a while, and then asked the soldiers who were setting up the firepower net: "Which of you can use the Type [-] infantry artillery?"

"I can!"

"I can do it too!"

"Sir, I can shoot too."

Three soldiers raised their hands and shouted.

Yan Zhi slandered: "Shoot? Hit your sister."

Xu Zheyou, who came back after laying more than a dozen landmines, said: "If you want to use this [-]-type infantry artillery, if Wu Zhonghua ranks second, no one will dare to say that it is the first in custody."

(End of this chapter)