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

Hearing Yu Ye's words, Li Yunlong immediately became excited.

Robbing the Japanese?

This is what Old Li is good at.

"Old Yu, just get to work quickly and produce this gun for us. I will use it to get the copper back from you."

There was a gleam of eagerness in Li Yunlong's eyes.

"If we follow the new production method of bullets, we estimate that the copper materials we have now can produce less than 100,000 rounds. Based on the current number of more than 1,000 people in the independent regiment, the average number of rounds per person is only more than 80.

It should be enough for you to use for a while. There is no need to rob the copper mine controlled by the Japanese right now.

However, this must be included in the long-term planning of our independent group."

Yu Ye reminded.

"No problem. Now that we have a direction, it will be easy. Otherwise, we will be like headless flies rushing around in every direction." Li Yunlong smiled embarrassedly.

"We can also use some copper materials seized by our brother troops first. They have confiscated a lot of copper coins from landlords before. Now that money cannot be spent, we can melt it down to make copper materials." Zhao Gang also reminded.

"That's fine."

"We now have a stable source of cotton. We can now use saltpeter and sulfuric acid to make nitric acid. We also have a large number of rails stolen from the Japanese. With the current chemical raw materials, we can also mass-produce primers.

Now I am just waiting for you, Lao Li, to help me get a stable supply of copper materials.

As long as this is done, our independent regiment will never be short of bullets in the future."

"Okay, leave this to Old Li. Even if I, Old Li, can't handle it, just give me a shout and I think the brigade commander and the division commander will rush to solve the problem for you."

"By the way, Lao Yu, does your gun have a name?" Li Yunlong asked.

"not yet."

"How about you give him a name now?"

"Yes, Old Yu, I see that it is called Mauser rifle or something like that in foreign countries. Why don't we name it after you? How about calling it Yuye rifle?"

Yu Ye: “…”

Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Yu Ye almost broke out in a cold sweat.

It seems a bit unkind to do this.

When we got the Russian guns, we started to imitate them. Over the years, we haven't paid them a penny in patent fees, which made old man Kalashnikov very resentful.

What's more, we used Type 56 to defeat the Russians, which made the old man even more unhappy.

Now Yu Ye directly took the title of the inventor of this world-famous gun, which Yu Ye himself felt was a bit unfair.

I could only decline, "Actually, I didn't design this gun. It was designed by an old friend of mine. I can't take away his reputation."

"Old Yu, what's your friend's name?"

Yu Ye: “…”

I've never seen you, Li Yunlong, have so many questions before. Why do you have to ask so many questions today?

"Let's call this gun Type 56."

Yu Ye ended the conversation decisively. If he had continued asking, Yu Ye might have blurted out Kalashnikov's name.

This thing will be hard to explain when the time comes.

At this moment, the monk came running over to report that the pig that the kitchen staff bought from the villagers had arrived. It was fat and strong, weighing about three or four hundred kilograms, a big fat pig.

As he said this, the monk's eyes were shining, filled with a desire to eat.

The monk rubbed his hands, walked up to Yu Ye and said shyly, "Minister Yu, you said I test your gun every day. This Gatling gun weighing dozens of kilograms is quite heavy. Can I have some pork to replenish my energy?"

"Hey! You idiot monk!"

Yu Ye complained unhappily.

"Well, do me a favor. If you can handle it, I'll let you come to our Liaoyuan Arsenal to eat meat!"

The monk wiped his saliva and said with a smile: "Sir, there is nothing to say. Even if you don't give me meat, I will definitely do whatever you ask me to do."

"That!"

As he spoke, Yu Ye took out a stick-like object wrapped in cotton cloth from his arms.

It is estimated to be about one and a half feet long, or about 40 centimeters.

Yu Ye handed the thing to the monk and said, "Monk, open it and have a look."

The monk was a little confused, but he still lifted the cotton cloth, and inside was a steel bayonet.

Hey!

Type 56 three-edged bayonet.

In the morning sunlight, this sharp weapon did not reflect any light.

The blade is prismatic, with blood grooves on three sides.

With just one glance, the monk knew that the thing in his hand was absolutely an unparalleled killing weapon.

"Monk, I just told the team leader that I would kill the pigs we bought, but you see, I am a weak scholar, how dare I kill a pig? How can I have the strength to do so?

Help me use this thing to kill the pig we bought, so that our captain can open his eyes.

If you can kill that pig with one knife, I will let you come to our Liaoyuan Arsenal to eat pork.

what do you think? "

Yu Ye pointed at the three-edged bayonet in the monk's hand and said with a smile.

The monk listened to Yu Ye's words carefully, but he did not believe a word of the first half of Minister Yu's sentence.

What does it mean that a weak scholar dares not kill a pig?

Who else was it who killed more than a hundred Japanese prisoners of war with his Czech rifle in Lijiaopo but this gentle-looking Minister Yu?

And this time when the battlefield observation group ambushed the Japanese, it was this kind-looking scholar in front of him who picked up his gun and personally killed more than a dozen Japanese.

The number of Japanese soldiers killed by the several people present might not be as many as Yu Ye alone.

At least the monks don't believe that Yu Ye doesn't dare to kill the pig.

But for the sake of pork, monks are happy to kill pigs.

"Minister, I did it. I have to go to your place to eat pork."

"Hahaha."

They did what they said. The monk carried the three-edged military bayonet and followed Yu Ye and the other two to the kitchen.

The nearly 400-pound fat pig that had just been bought was still grunting at the door of the kitchen, eating the rotten vegetable leaves that the kitchen team had discarded after picking out vegetables, and had no idea that death was coming.

The monk shouted to the cook squad leader, "Old squad leader Hong, please quickly get a basin and collect the pig blood so that we can make some maoxuewang."

"Oh, okay."

The monk held the basin handed to him by Squad Leader Lao Hong in his left hand, and picked up the three-edged bayonet handed to him by Yu Ye in his right hand. He took two steps at a time and came to the fat pig weighing nearly 400 kilograms. Without any hesitation, he stabbed it into the fat pig's neck.

puff.

Before the nearly 400-pound fat pig could even make a grunt, a stream of blood spurted out from its neck and fell into the blood basin.

The pig tried to struggle instinctively, but was held down by the monk.

The monk was so strong that the 400-pound fat pig couldn't even struggle for a while!

After only half a minute, the fat pig became limp and most of the blood in its body had been drained.