I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

The first Battle of Changsha ended successfully. The Japanese army did not reach Changsha. They were beaten back after only half their journey. I don’t know whether the Japanese army will launch the second and third Battle of Changsha. Judging from the current situation, Hunan is still an important node. If the Japanese army wants to continue to encroach on the Kuomintang-controlled areas, Changsha City must be taken.

As for the Jinpu Line, the newly arrived Japanese troops lived very cautiously. Too many stories had happened here, and all of them ended with the imperial army being shattered. An independent brigade and a newly formed detachment had no intention of coming out for a stroll and were conscientiously cleaning up the mess on the Jinpu Line.

This time the workers' treatment was improved again. They were provided with three meals a day, two kilograms of sorghum rice a day, and the dollar was reduced to one dollar every five days. However, the labor intensity was increased, and if there were any cunning people who cheated, they would be sent back that same day.

Xiaoguai's father participated in the labor again. This year's harvest was very poor. After harvesting the autumn crops and paying the rent, there was nothing left in the family. Although there were more than three acres of sweet potatoes, the sweet potatoes also had to be rented, and they had to be squeezed into dried sweet potatoes and dried before being paid. After a busy autumn, the remaining grain would be enough to eat until the beginning of next spring at most. Next year's spring famine was inevitable.

Xiaoguai's father was very grateful to Leng Qiang, because he took off the hat of traitor from the laborer's head, and he once again took over the Jinpu Line and gave him a chance. If he hadn't earned some grain money last time, the family of three might have starved to death. In troubled times, being able to have enough food was a luxury for most people.

The Japanese railway team had very strict requirements for the construction this time, and the construction period was also extended. Xiaoguai's father calculated that he could work for fifteen days on the railway line which was sixty or seventy miles away from home, which would be just enough time for him to go home and dig sweet potatoes after finishing the work.

In fifteen days, I could earn thirty kilograms of food. Three dollars could buy more than a hundred kilograms of coarse grains. I could save some canned food every day, plus the harvest from the sweet potato field, so I could make it to the wheat harvest next year. I just don’t know how the wheat harvest will be next year. I hope I can have some left after paying the rent! Then I can sell the wheat for some coarse grains, and I can make it to the autumn harvest.

Xiaoguai's father was a little dissatisfied. He sighed as he watched the busy scene. "Alas! After the repairs are completed, Captain Lengqiang will lead some teams to fight again. It would be best if the battle is over after the autumn harvest. That way, he will have another chance to join the labor team."

The First Regiment of the Yimeng Guerrillas and the Guard Regiment did not attack the Jinpu Line. The guerrillas of the Lunan Detachment were really unable to defeat them and did not dare to provoke the army building the railway. They could only organize the masses to dig up some rails on the damaged railway line.

There were many things to do on Mount Meng. Chen Feng hadn't paid attention to Liu Kuang's repair team for a long time. He came to the largest repair cave with nothing to do and found that two machine tools were running with a clacking sound. There was a rumbling sound in the innermost part of the cave, like the sound of a generator. There was also a blacksmith's furnace next to the machine tool. The blower was blowing coal and it was burning vigorously. It was a scene of bustling activity. Liu Kuang was covered in oil and had completely lost his former glory. He was anxiously directing his men to process parts. When he saw someone entering the cave, he became furious. He had repeatedly ordered that no one was allowed to enter without permission. Who was so bold? He was about to curse when he found out it was the captain. His face changed immediately.

"Captain, you finally pay attention to military industry. Come on, little monkey, come here and hold it for me."

The word "military industry" made Chen Feng laugh, but he understood Liu Kuang's thoughts. A capable person would not be satisfied with just repairing things.

A thin young man who was also covered in grease walked over and took hold of a handle on the side of the lathe for Liu Kuang. Liu Kuang took out his hand and wiped it with the black towel on the shelf, and said impatiently:

"Captain, come with me, I'll show you the weapons we repaired."

There is a different world inside the cave. Outside is a repair workshop, and inside is three branch caves. The roar of the generator can be heard from the rightmost branch cave. Liu Kuang opened the door of the middle branch cave and turned on the power switch. The things inside made Chen Feng a little distracted. More than ten MG34s and dozens of rocket launchers were neatly placed on the ground in the cave. There were also some MP38 and 98K sniper rifles on the shelf nearby. They were all newly painted and waiting to dry in the shade. The strong smell of paint almost made Chen Feng fall.

Looking at Liu Kuang's smug face, those who didn't know would act as if these things were produced by him. However, Chen Feng was not that stupid. With only two machine tools and a blacksmith shop, if he could make MG42 and rocket launchers, Chen Feng would dare to eat these things on the spot.

"Captain, these are the anti-aircraft machine guns and rocket launchers that broke down since I came to Mengshan. They were all broken by myself. At the beginning, we only repaired Japanese stuff. However, there is no shortage of parts for the Type 92 heavy machine gun and Type 97 indirect fire cannon. We can dismantle as many as we need from the old and captured ones."

Liu Kuang squatted down and tested the paint. Seeing that it was almost dry and no longer sticky, he picked up a rocket launcher, pointed at the sight on it and said:

"Captain, the spare parts of the bazooka and anti-aircraft machine gun cannot be matched unless the good weapons are dismantled. But it doesn't matter now. As long as they are not completely broken, we can make any small gadgets we need by ourselves."

Chen Feng was a little surprised after hearing this, he understood what it meant to be able to manufacture small parts, from zero to one, the first step was very important. No matter how good or how many repairs were done, it was just a repair shop. But now that they could manufacture parts, all weapons were assembled from parts, and they were parts of German weapons such as MG42 and rocket launchers. This was amazing, that thing would no longer be a disposable consumable.

"Have you tried it? Do the materials meet the standards? I mean, have the weapons with replaced parts been inspected? How is their lifespan? Can they be close to their strength? But it doesn't matter if they don't meet the standards. Replacing some of them is a great progress."

Liu Kuang looked very proud. He had never tried to show off to the captain before? He had already tried it and the records were neat and tidy.

"Captain, we've tried everything, and we only processed some easily damaged parts. I can't say anything about other things, but they are no worse than the previous parts, and there is still a lot of room for improvement. However, we need to import some high-end equipment, especially the converter for steelmaking. This is the biggest constraint on us now."

"No problem. I'll search the area we have conquered first. If I don't find it, I'll go and rob the Japanese. If that doesn't work, I'll buy it from foreigners. In a word, I can get you whatever you need."

Chen Feng picked up an MP38 and closed his eyes silently, which confused Liu Kuang beside him. Testing the gun? There are no bullets!

Suddenly Chen Feng started to move. After a series of operations that dazzled Liu Kuang, the MP38 turned into a pile of parts. Chen Feng still did not open his eyes, and carefully felt each part, tentatively finding the newly added parts. Three minutes later, Chen Feng reassembled the submachine gun, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger to start the continuous shooting mode. There were no bullets, but the clicking sound of the firing pin hitting the empty air was crisp and pleasant, without a trace of noise.