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

"Commander, our radio has detected that the Eighth Route Army headquarters is in the direction of Yangshugou. They have already breached our three blockade lines. The intelligence reported by Ono Squadron has been confirmed to be wrong!"

Listening to the report from his intelligence staff, General Tada Shun was so angry that he pushed the things on the table to the ground with force, making a crackling sound. Looking at General Tada's ferocious face, the intelligence staff hurriedly lowered his head.

"Damn it! That bastard Ono actually sent wrong information to the headquarters. He deserves to die! Send a telegram to Shinozuka Yoshio immediately and ask him to send troops to chase and intercept them. Don't let the Eighth Route Army in the blockade escape again!"

The intelligence officer hurriedly left General Tada's office and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was really afraid that General Tada would vent his anger on him.

In this way, the Japanese troops that were heading towards Motianling began to retreat. After receiving the information sent by the Taiyuan Command, Yamamoto Ikki sighed helplessly, and asked someone to take Kojiro Hirata with him and set off on the return journey to the Motianling camp.

Lin Zhenhua was still unaware of the enemy's pursuit, and the project ended in a whimper. He was busy with production these days. Thanks to his efforts, both bullet production lines were put into production, and they can produce 6.5 rounds of 1000mm bullets. Looking at the yellow bullets in his hand, Lin Zhenhua grinned.

"Comrades, keep working hard! Once everyone becomes proficient, we can save 2000 rounds of bullets a day, and produce rounds a month. This is because we are few in number. If the number of people doubles, and the number of production lines doubles, our bullet production can be doubled again. When we fight the Japanese, we don't have to save ammunition. We can directly cover the Japanese with firepower, and we will definitely beat them to tears!"

The soldiers below laughed loudly. Lin Zhenhua arranged for the kitchen staff to give the soldiers extra meals to ensure that they could eat canned meat every two days. This made the soldiers smile from ear to ear. They never dared to imagine such a good life.

Lin Zhenhua came to the kitchen and saw Lao Wang pouring canned meat into the pot. Looking at the small pieces of meat inside, he couldn't help but complain: "Damn it, the damn Japanese canned meat is getting more and more deceptive. The meat inside is getting worse and worse. It used to be big chunks of beef, but now even cow blood is mixed in!"

Old Wang agreed and replied, "Captain Lin, the taste of the Japanese canned food is getting worse and worse. Compared with two years ago, the taste is completely different. I guess it will be difficult for the Japanese to eat meat in the future. We even seized a batch of canned fish this time. It can be seen that the Japanese are not having a good time now. They are not as rich as before!"

Lin Zhenhua followed suit and complained, "Old Wang, what you said is really fucking reasonable. The Japanese don't have as much ammunition as before. I guess they are very short of ammunition now. Since the Battle of Wuhan, the Japanese have no longer been able to launch a battle of hundreds of thousands of people. From this, we can see that their domestic financial resources have been exhausted. They have begun to fight to support the war in the occupied areas. In the future, the blockade of our base will be tighter, and our lives will probably be even more difficult!"

Old Wang's words just reminded Lin Zhenhua that they were now in the early stalemate stage of the War of Resistance. Once the Japanese launched the Pacific War, they would withdraw a large number of troops from the country. At that time, the plundering in the occupied areas would be even more severe. He must prepare in advance and hurry up to stockpile ammunition and food. Only in this way could he calmly deal with the Japanese's large-scale mopping-up operations.

After instructing Old Wang a few more times, Lin Zhenhua looked at the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" that he had obtained by signing in today, and began to read with relish. He decided to vigorously develop the pig farming business so that the soldiers could eat meat and enhance their physical strength and fitness. Only in this way could they not lose out when fighting with the Japanese!

"You know what, it's really easy to understand. I mastered the book right after reading it, and it's deeply engraved in my mind. I can also show the book to other soldiers so that they can learn from it too!"

Just when Lin Zhenhua had this thought, the book on Sow Postpartum Care in his hand disappeared, leaving him stunned. Later, he carefully looked at the introduction of the system interface and found that paper books were formed in the form of thoughts. They were not real objects and could only be seen by Lin Zhenhua. They would be automatically destroyed after reading.

"Damn it, I didn't expect the system to be so outrageous. Such a high-tech thing has already transcended reality. Why does it feel a bit like a magical method?"

Lin Zhenhua complained a few words and began to study the rocket manufacturing technology carefully in his mind. Now that this guerrilla weapon was born, in order to increase the power of the rocket explosion, he decided to use sugar gunpowder. When he thought of the cost of this shell, he felt a headache.

"Damn it! It would be great if we had dynamite. We must quickly build up a preliminary chemical industry and produce three acids and two bases first. Otherwise, no matter how good the technology is, it will only be castles in the air. Without basic chemical engineering, nothing can be done!"

In the next few days, Lin Zhenhua began to arrange for a platoon of soldiers to go to the river beach to look for quartz sand. He began to wander around Lijiazhuang to see if he could find a mine that could be mined.

Having learned some basic exploration techniques before, Lin Zhenhua observed the direction of the mountains, but was still confused. In desperation, he picked up two iron bars and spun them in the air. With the mentality of trying everything possible, he walked around the area again, but still found nothing, which made him dejected.

"Other protagonists are engaged in military industry and can produce guns in one day, cannons in three days, tanks in five days, and airplanes in seven days. I have been in this era for almost a year, and I have only produced a flying thunder cannon and small artillery shells. I am not a pig's foot, and the real son of luck has not appeared yet!"

Lin Zhenhua muttered softly and kicked the stone blocking the way beside him. Fortunately, he didn't use much force and his toes were slightly painful. He watched the surface of the stone fall off, revealing the dark inside. He glanced at it inadvertently, picked it up quickly, and observed it carefully. He was sure that he was really lucky to have found a piece of copper ore. This proved that there was definitely a copper mine nearby. He cheered excitedly.

"Hahahahahahaha, I really am the son of luck. I finally found the clue of the copper mine. As long as there is a sufficient supply of copper ore, I won't have to worry about the lack of ammunition anymore!"