Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

Four days later, the internal call was connected. At the prompt of the signalman, Zhao Tianyang picked up the phone and shook it.

"Hello, hello... This is Huangya Cave, can you hear me?"

"…This is Huangya Cave, can you hear me?"

After repeating the call twice.

Hiss, hiss, there was a sound of electric current, and then a slightly distorted voice sounded.

"Hello, hello, this is the communications department of the headquarters. Got it, go ahead. Got it, go ahead..."

"pass."

Zhao Tianyang was delighted. That was great. In the future, if anything happened, he wouldn’t have to send someone to run errands.

"I'm Zhao Tianyang, I'm looking for the Deputy Minister of the Political Department!"

Zhao Tianyang replied quickly.

In addition to testing this call, he also had something to ask the Deputy Minister of Political Affairs.

"Chief Zhao? Please wait a moment!"

The signalman put down the phone and ran towards the office of the deputy director of the political department.

After a moment, a voice sounded.

"Hello, I'm the deputy director of the Political Department. Is this Section Chief Zhao?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Tianyang nodded subconsciously and said, "It's like this. I heard from the deputy chief of staff that a large amount of various ores will be delivered in a few days. Is that true?"

"Yes, the commander-in-chief has returned from Yan'an. He has already negotiated with the leaders and will use penicillin to exchange minerals with Commander Wei."

"As long as Zhongtiao Mountain is not occupied by the Japanese, we will not be short of ore!"

Even though the sound coming through the receiver was a little distorted, Zhao Tianyang could still hear the excitement of the deputy director of the Political Department.

Of course, he was also very happy because the most important resource problem that had been plaguing the arsenal had been preliminarily solved.

"Okay, then I'll wait for the ore to be delivered!"

Zhao Tianyang hung up the phone happily and looked at the communications soldier beside him.

"Come on, brother, have a cigarette. You've been working hard these past few days!"

"Chief Zhao, you're too polite. We are all doing this for the revolution!"

The signalman took the cigarette, took two puffs and said, "Since the phone is working fine, I'll leave first. Just call headquarters if you have anything else!"

"it is good."

"Section Chief's delta-wing glider repairs are complete!"

As soon as the signalman left, a worker came over excitedly.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Zhao Tianyang threw away the cigarette butt and walked towards the engine factory.

The delta-wing glider, or to be more precise, the second-generation delta-wing glider, was placed on the open space outside the engine factory.

"Chief, you're here!"

Yu Xiaping came forward with a smile.

"I heard the glider has been repaired?"

Zhao Tianyang asked.

"Yes, we also added a few springs to provide shock absorption, but due to the rubber problem, the wheels can only be made of iron-clad wood."

Yu Xiaping replied.

"Ok!"

Zhao Tianyang circled the delta-wing glider twice and felt there was nothing wrong.

"Let's mass-produce this model of glider and call it the Taihang Delta Wing Glider."

"it is good."

Yu Xiaping nodded and said, "There is a problem. We only have six workers in our engine factory right now. It is impossible to carry out large-scale production!"

"Then add some people!"

Zhao Tianyang said proudly: "The deputy director of the Political Department said that the troops below will select soldiers to join our arsenal directly. It will be in the next few days."

After thinking for a while, Zhao Tianyang added: "In the next few days, you can produce some non-powered delta wings first."

"It's for training. Later I will publish a training manual for delta-wing gliders. Only those who have completed the manual training can fly a glider."

"Row."

Speaking of the training manual, Zhao Tianyang suddenly remembered that the airship pilots didn’t even have it!

If the airship is manufactured later, who will be hired to drive it?

And at the current rate of development, the aircraft will soon begin development, and the pilots should also start preparing.

Thinking of this, Zhao Tianyang returned to the tent, took out a piece of white paper and began to write a letter.

Whether it is training delta-wing glider pilots, airship pilots, or airplane pilots, Zhao Tianyang decided to leave this issue to Yan'an!

Anyway, there are many talented people in the central government, and they can always find a solution.

Two hours later, he sealed the letter and handed it to Yu Xiaping, asking him to make a few unpowered delta-wing gliders first.

Then he sent the letter to the headquarters and asked them to deliver it to Yan'an.

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Meanwhile, in Yan'an.

"Oh - dear Davarish, are you all right?"

The Soviet diplomat, Kazan-Gonlov-Thomas, greeted the elegant man in front of him enthusiastically.

"Hello, Comrade Kazan, welcome to Yan'an. I hope you can bring us some good things this time!"

The elegant man responded with a smile.

"Of course!"

Kazan Ganglov-Thomas brought the elegant man to a car nearby.

"We brought a total of ten tons of rubber this time. I hope you will be satisfied!"

Then he climbed onto the passenger seat of the truck and pulled out a huge package: "And this, textbooks for all subjects from junior high school to university!"

"Great!"

The elegant man happily let the guard beside him take the package, and then stepped forward to pull Kazan Ganglov Thomas.

"Comrade Kazan, we have prepared a welcoming banquet, let's go have a couple of drinks now!"

"drink wine!"

Kazan Ganglov Thomas' eyes lit up: "Okay, okay, we must drink to our heart's content today!"

After Kazan-Ganlov-Thomas and the elegant man left, an officer came forward and called the Soviet drivers and those in charge of protection to have dinner.

As soon as these people left, the Eighth Route Army soldiers climbed onto the trucks and began to carry rubber down.

In a bright room, an elegant man and Kazan Gangloff-Thomas were toasting each other and drinking happily.

Seeing that Kazan Ganglov Thomas was enjoying his drink, the elegant man asked, "Comrade Kazan, when will the aluminum ore we ordered be delivered?"

"It's almost done. We have already...hired...a lot of local people to speed up the mining of aluminum ore!"

Kazan Ganglov-Thomas blushed and answered vaguely.

"Ok!"

The elegant man nodded slightly, and then asked, "Last time we proposed that both sides jointly build several mining sites in Xinjiang. Have you come to a conclusion on this?"

"Have it!"

Kazan-Gonlov-Thomas spoke with a thick tongue: "The Chairman said... that we can agree, but you must agree to join us again and restart the Western Route Army plan."

"Western Route Army Plan?"

The elegant man thought about it, then stood up and waved to the outside.

Soon a young officer came in and replaced the elegant man, continuing to drink with the already unconscious Kazan Ganglov Thomas.

"The Western Route Army Plan was a plan approved by Kaganlovich and Molotov after they reported it to Stalin."

"The main purpose is to occupy Ningxia and western Gansu, and connect us with Outer Mongolia and the Soviet Union."

"After the success of this plan, the Soviet Union also provided us with more than 10,000 rifles, eight cannons, and ten mortars. Unfortunately, this plan eventually failed."

In a dimly lit conference room, an elegant man was explaining the Western Route Army plan to several people in the room.

"Now the Soviets want to restart the Western Route Army plan. It seems that they have some new ideas!"

A man wearing glasses said.

"Whatever they think, we must now establish a shorter trade route with the Soviet Union."

The dignified man said firmly: "We didn't have anything to exchange with the Soviets before."

"Now that we have penicillin, we can get more good things from the Soviets. If we keep relying on the Xinjiang line, it will take too long."

"That's right. Time waits for no one. We are now in a period of great development and must seize every opportunity to shorten the development process."

The elegant man echoed.

"Then we restart the Western Route Army plan?"

The man with glasses asked tentatively.

"agree!"

"agree!"

Others in the room echoed.