Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Many years later, when Li Yunlong faced China's new steel torrent, he would always think of the afternoon in 41 when he led the independent regiment to attack Shijiazhuang.

In accordance with the commander's instructions, Li Yunlong led the four infantry battalions of the independent regiment, as well as the artillery battalion and the cavalry battalion to launch an attack on the Japanese along the Zhengtai Line railway.

This battle was fought quickly and decisively. According to Lao Li, it was the most profitable battle he had ever fought in his entire life.

Half of the production capacity that had just been restored in Jin had been used to supply the independent regiment for this attack mission. If this amount of production capacity was used to cope with the entire Eighth Route Army in Jin, it would indeed be insufficient, but it would be more than enough for Lao Li's five or six thousand men.

What if the enemy in the stronghold refuses to open the door? Blast!

What should I do if the enemy in the bunker opens the door? Blast!

What should we do if we encounter the Japanese? No matter what, we just go up and bomb them first.

The density of the firepower was really too high. In the end, the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Captain, can I take my brothers to fight for one more round?

The rate at which the shells are consumed is such that I'm afraid we'll end up getting killed."

The continuous and indiscriminate bombardment of artillery made Zhang Dabiao feel a little uneasy. This was not a war at all, it was just a waste of money.

"Zhang Dabiao, let me ask you, are you the leader or our leader?"

Li Yunlong glanced at Zhang Dabiao and asked with a roll of his eyes.

"It's you."

Zhang Dabiao replied helplessly.

"Tell me, who is the leader of the independent group?"

"Report to the commander, the commander of the independent regiment is Li Yunlong, and the commander of the first battalion, Zhang Dabiao, has finished reporting. Please give your instructions."

Zhang Dabiao knew that the captain was going to make things difficult for him. Knowing the captain's character very well, he immediately stood up and spoke seriously.

"Since you know I'm the head of the independent regiment, then follow my orders! Zhang Dabiao, Yang Xing, I tell you, as long as Old Yu is still the director of the arsenal, our independent regiment will never have to worry about running out of shells.

The soldiers of our independent regiment are so precious that it would be heartbreaking if one of them was injured.

Boom, boom hard for me!"

Old Li put his hands on his hips and spoke with extraordinary momentum.

In fact, in terms of firepower intensity and density alone, the independent regiment is probably the pinnacle of regimental firepower in the entire East Asia. Neither the American-equipped or German-equipped divisions of the National Army nor the Japanese Type A divisions can compare to it.

Those responsible for guarding the occupied areas are mainly some Type B or even Type C divisions of the Japanese devils, plus some puppet troops. This may have been a considerable pressure for the ordinary Eighth Route Army troops before, but for the independent regiment today, it is nothing more than a bunch of useless people.

Whoever dares to stop us, I, Li Yunlong, will smash it with a single shot. I, Li, have even knocked down a Japanese general myself. I am here to fight against you ordinary Japanese. That is me, Li, giving you face.

Bang, you must bang me. Any hesitation for a second would be disrespectful to Lao Yu.

If Yu Ye had followed Lao Li out this time, he would have been able to rub his nose in embarrassment when seeing Lao Li's current crazy behavior. This was all a bad habit he had created.

Old Li, Old Li, it's only been over a year, how come you have become a nouveau riche?

After a day and night of forced march without stopping, they finally arrived outside Shijiazhuang at dawn.

"Captain, Captain, we're here!"

Zhang Dabiao shook Li Yunlong, who was leaning against the carriage with his eyes squinting, and reminded him that they had arrived in Shijiazhuang, which was faintly visible from a distance of several kilometers.

Li Yunlong jumped out of the carriage, looked at the distant Shijiazhuang city through a telescope in the morning light, and thought about the direction of attack.

This city was built by train. Compared with traditional cities like Taiyuan and Datong, it does not have thick city walls, which means that this city is both easy and not so easy to attack.

The absence of thick city walls means that the soldiers don’t have to overcome difficulties to capture the city walls.

Similarly, the lack of city walls means that one cannot use a few shots from heavy artillery to blow down the walls and then quickly break in. Instead, one needs to lead the team to break into one position at a time. This is the style of fighting that incurs the most sacrifices for the soldiers.

"Artillery camp!"

Li Yunlong thought for a moment and shouted to the back.

"To!"

Yang Xing trotted all the way and responded after standing beside Li Yunlong.

"How many rounds do we have left from our 155mm howitzer?"

"Report to the captain, we still have 20 rounds."

As the battalion commander of the artillery battalion, Yang Xing was very familiar with the use of each heavy artillery, managed the ammunition very well, and responded to the regiment commander very promptly.

"That's enough! Anyway, the commander's order to us is to kill as many Japanese as possible, disrupt their layout, and delay their restoration as much as possible.

We were not allowed to capture the city because they still had a division inside, and it was not easy for us to occupy it.

Then find where their main force is and bomb them!"

Li Yunlong put down the telescope in his hand and spoke to several battalion commanders.

"Now you must prepare yourself to prevent the devil's counterattack. Monk!"

After Li Yunlong gave instructions to several battalion commanders, he shouted loudly to the monk.

"Here! Captain, are you looking for me?"

"Give you two hours. Can you find out where the main force of the Japanese soldiers are hiding in Shijiazhuang City and provide the artillery battalion with good coordinates?"

"can!"

The monk did not hesitate at all. He pulled the belt in his hand, stood upright on the spot like a javelin, and answered in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Go ahead, it'll only take two hours."

The monk led the Liangshan Special Brigade, carrying five or six rifles, and quickly rushed towards the Shijiazhuang city in the morning light.

Iinuma was very busy in Shijiazhuang City. On the one hand, he had to command his men to collect the locust soldiers who had been almost blown to pieces and shaken into meat paste in the carriages. On the other hand, there were constant reports of battles coming from the southwest of Hebei, indicating that a very elite force was infiltrating from Jin and was almost unstoppable.

All the evidence indicates that this Eighth Route Army unit was none other than the Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army, which had been very popular in the past year.

This news gave the Japanese a headache. They were just a Type B division. How could they resist the elite of the elite of the Eighth Route Army?

Mamoru Iinuma once again visited Hata Shunroku who was still in a coma, and his heart ached again. If this guy didn't wake up, he would probably take the blame this time if he didn't use his connections in the upper echelons.

Now Mamoru Iinuma hopes that Hata Shunroku can wake up soon and reinforcements can arrive soon, so that he can have less pressure.

But I'm afraid he won't be able to wait any longer.