Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

For the next half month, the Independent Regiment was busy with the transaction with the Japanese. After three negotiations, it was finally decided to conduct the transaction in mid-December. Both parties chose a buffer zone as the transaction location and completed all the transactions before December 12, getting what they wanted.

As soon as he returned to the regiment headquarters, Li Yunlong received a call from the brigade commander: "Li Yunlong, your independent regiment did a good job in this transaction. In exchange, we got the medicines and ammunition we urgently need. The wounded who could not be saved before can also get medicines and treatment in time. I thank you for your sacrifice on their behalf!"

Li Yunlong also took on the responsibility and boasted: "Brigade Commander, I'm not bragging to you. Next time something like this happens, just let us handle it. We will definitely do it beautifully for you!"

"This time, we also brought back six machine tools. I heard from your classmates that with these machine tools, maybe we can make our own weapons in the future. This makes me, Old Li, very happy!"

After listening to Li Yunlong, the brigade commander smiled and said, "You are just daydreaming. You really think that artillery shells can be easily produced. If it were so easy, our Shuiyaozi Arsenal would not be able to only produce grenades and repair guns until now. But it's good that you have this idea. Take it slowly. One day we will be able to produce our own weapons!"

Li Yunlong replied in a carefree manner on the phone: "Brigade Commander, I just said that just now, you can just take it as a joke, I didn't learn this from classmate Lin, I also like to brag now!"

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you. Hurry up and hand over the spoils. You must send them over as soon as possible. The situation on the battlefield is not good now. I estimate that you will be ordered to break out in a scattered manner soon. Your independent regiment must be prepared in advance!"

Hearing the brigade commander talking about this again on the phone, Li Yunlong hastily assured him: "Brigade commander, don't worry! Our independent regiment is almost ready and can break out at any time to fight guerrilla warfare with the Japanese!"

After the call was hung up, Li Yunlong's face turned serious. He arranged for Deputy Commander Xing to deliver the supplies as soon as possible, and began to inspect the training situation of the battalions below. In the evening, he called everyone to an emergency meeting.

"Comrades, the situation is extremely critical! The Japanese are coming in with great force this time. They are planning to eat us up in one gulp. We must be prepared to break up into smaller units and find a base to fight guerrilla warfare in the mountains!"

"I plan to use Zhaojiayu as our meeting point. After returning, all camps should immediately prepare for the transfer and pack up our belongings in advance. Those unimportant jars and cans should be discarded directly. We must not slow down our marching speed!"

Li Yunlong directly issued an order and arranged the next move of the troops. He looked at Lin Zhenhua and said earnestly: "Lin Zhenhua, you proposed that we attack the puppet cavalry battalion in Wanjia Town. This matter will take a few days to delay. Don't act on your own. I have already informed Ding Wei. This time, our two regiments will each send a battalion to act together!"

"Political Commissar Zhao, keep an eye on this kid. Don't let him run away from the base. We are going to cross the enemy's blockade this time. It's too dangerous to take him with us. Let him stay at the regiment headquarters and work on his inventions!"

"Captain Li, don't worry, I will keep an eye on Lin!" Political Commissar Zhao Gang quickly assured.

Lin Zhenhua curled his lips and said angrily, "Captain Li, do you really think I want to go? I just want to test the power of the new grenade. Otherwise, how can I have the time to fight the devils on the front line! Then I will hand over the task of this test to you, and I will honestly produce mortar shells. If things go well, I can even give you a batch of Type 92 infantry gun shells!"

"Bring me a roast chicken when you come back. I heard that the puppet army battalion commander eats roast chicken every day. I'm a little tired of eating canned beef these past two days. I have to improve my life! The Japanese canned beef is not as delicious as before. Now it's a bit sloppy. It will be even more sloppy in the future!"

Li Yunlong nodded in agreement. He also noticed this problem and laughed, "Damn it, the Japs' supplies can't keep up. I guess there won't be any big battles in the future. Small battles will be very frequent. The Japs have also started to compete with us in terms of consumption. Even if we fight for ten or eight years, this land will still be ours. One day we will be able to drive the Japs away!"

"To reward you for your last achievement, I won't forget to bring you a roast chicken when I come back, so just wait and eat it!"

Early the next morning, Lin Zhenhua began his routine sign-in, and the pleasant sign-in sound rang in his mind.

"Ding Dong, the system has signed in successfully. The reward is Thompson submachine gun production technology."

Lin Zhenhua jumped down from the kang excitedly. He didn't expect that he would win the submachine gun production technology. You should know that he had won dozens of seamless steel pipes before, and the caliber was just right for producing submachine guns, which he had already got back through a transaction with the Japanese.

"Zhu Zi, stop playing with cannons and help me now. Let's go produce submachine guns. The batch of short seamless steel pipes that the Japanese traded to us last time finally have a use this time!"

"What the hell? Producing submachine guns, what do we need that for? It consumes too many bullets when used in combat, and our logistics can't keep up. Even if we take pictures, there's no chance we'll use it!"

Lin Zhenhua knocked on Zhuzi's head and angrily scolded: "You are such a dumb boy. Our independent regiment can't afford hundreds or thousands of them, but we can still afford thirty or fifty."

"Submachine guns are powerful weapons for close combat. With the help of dozens of submachine guns, we can greatly enhance the firepower of our independent regiment and easily break through the enemy's blockade. You don't understand this simple truth, so it's not unfair to scold you!"

"Besides, we accidentally seized tens of thousands of submachine gun bullets from the puppet army before. The caliber is not compatible with our rifle bullets. Those damn puppet soldiers don't have submachine guns. I don't know where they got these bullets from. This is a good bargain for our independent regiment. With your brain, you can only play with small cannons. You can't finish off a slightly larger cannon!"

Zhuzi rubbed his head in embarrassment and asked with a flattering face: "College student, can you tell me more about that casting line? I still didn't understand it last time. How can that thing be curved? I have been thinking about it for several days, but I still can't figure it out!"

As a teacher, Lin Zhenhua said to his student very patiently: "Zhu Zi, hold a leaf above your head, then let go, and the leaf falls. Does it finally land in front of your hand, not under your hand?"

Zhuzi picked up a leaf and tried it. It was exactly as Lin Zhenhua said. He scratched his head and asked curiously, "College student, it's exactly as you said!"

"You can think of the shells as leaves. It's the same principle. Just follow my understanding and remember the calculation formula. Follow the comparison table I wrote and remember the numbers on it. Next time we capture the enemy's heavy artillery, I will teach you how to use an umbrella myself!"

"Zhu Zi, you will soon see the emergence of the Northwest Artillery God. He will soon be a household name in the northwest of Shanxi!"

In the end, Lin Zhenhua couldn't help but brag a little, and led Zhuzi to the thatched hut in the open space on the back mountain, and started the assembly line production of submachine guns with more than 20 soldiers.