Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

“How many pot-carrying machines can we produce in a month now?”

In the engine factory, Zhao Tianyang asked Yu Xiaping.

"About 300!"

Yu Xiaping thought for a moment and said, "Most of them have been made into tractors for delivery."

“The output is OK.”

Zhao Tianyang took out an engine blueprint and said, "The production of the pot camel machine can be stopped now."

"Let's transfer the workers who produce pot-carrying machines to produce this 'two-cylinder four-stroke horizontally opposed air-cooled engine'!"

"But without our production of pot-carrying machines, there would be no tractors to use in Yan'an. Now, short-distance transport of goods depends on tractors."

Yu Xiaping explained with difficulty.

"That can't be helped!"

Zhao Tianyang spread his hands and said helplessly: "The army is now setting up a motorized infantry brigade and wants us to produce motorcycles and tricycles for the motorized infantry brigade."

"But our production is limited, so we can only cut off the relatively unimportant pot-carrying machine department."

"Besides, we have already established a steam engine factory! We can let them produce tractors later!"

"All right!"

Yu Xiaping took the blueprint and looked at it: "I will arrange workers to produce this engine."

"Okay, let's do this first!"

After leaving the engine factory, Zhao Tianyang went straight to the automobile factory.

"These drawings are of human-powered tricycles, sidecar motorcycles, and three-wheeled motorcycles."

As soon as he saw Jiang Zeming, Zhao Tianyang stuffed three blueprints into his hands: "These are what we will use soon, so hurry up and arrange for people to produce them!"

"oh oh!"

Jiang Zeming took the drawing with a confused look on his face and nodded in agreement.

Northwest Shanxi.

"Brother Yunlong is not a good friend!"

Chu Yunfei sat on the chair, looking at the smug Li Yunlong opposite him, with a serious face: "You didn't even inform me of such a big thing as getting married!"

"Hey, what are you talking about, Brother Yunfei!"

"I am innocent! I am just too pressed for time!"

Li Yunlong looked aggrieved, as if he really had some compelling reason!

"Our troops will be leaving tomorrow, and we were forced to squeeze in time to get married yesterday!"

"Set out?"

Chu Yunfei was shocked: "Which battalion's equipment is this?"

"Oh, this......"

Li Yunlong showed an embarrassed expression: "To tell you the truth, from now on, all the equipment of our regiment is not mine!"

"Our regiment will be heading to the brigade headquarters tomorrow, and all of our equipment will have to be left behind."

"If you want your battalion's equipment back, you have no choice but to go to our brigade commander!"

"Your brigade commander?"

Chu Yunfei was stunned. How could he possibly ask the commander of the 386th Brigade for this equipment?

Isn't this a joke?

"never mind."

Chu Yunfei shook his head and took out a pistol from his arms: "Brother Yunlong, this is the pistol that has been with me for many years."

"I'll give it to you this time. Consider it my wedding gift to you!"

"Wow, Browning, this gun is great!"

Li Yunlong looked at the pistol in his hand, overjoyed, and immediately stood up: "Come on, Brother Yunfei, I'll treat you to a meal!"

The next day, Li Yunlong left Zhaojiayu with 8,000 people of the New 1st Regiment, with Yang Xiuqin seeing him off.

They will leave all the equipment and weapons of the regiment at the brigade headquarters.

Then they took an airship to Baotou, where the armored division distributed new weapons and equipment to them.

..............

Qiulin Town, Yichuan County, Shaanxi Province.

Lao Xi respectfully invited a man into the room. After serving tea, Lao Xi carefully asked, "Sir, how come you have time to come to my place?"

"Haha, I'm here this time to discuss important matters on behalf of the Eighth Route Army!"

After saying this, the elegant man looked at the soldiers and servants around him.

Upon hearing that it was an important matter, Lao Xi waved his hand tactfully and asked everyone in the living room to leave.

Seeing that there was no one around, the elegant man took a sip of tea and said calmly.

"After discussion, we believe that the time is ripe to retake Shanxi. This time I came here to ask for your opinion!"

"I have no opinion!"

Lao Xi shook his head repeatedly: "Recovering Shanxi is a good thing for the country and the people. What opinion can I have?"

"Not only do I have no objection, but I will also lend a helping hand to your army. As long as the war starts, just give me a word, and my Shanxi Suiyuan Army of more than 100,000 people will be at the disposal of the Eighth Route Army!"

"Haha, Commander Lao Xi, what you said is serious."

The elegant man looked at the old man who had a smile on his face but no one knew what he was thinking.

"You are the commander of the Second War Zone after all. We should help each other and work together this time!"

"Yes, yes, let's help each other and work together to eliminate the Japanese invaders in Shanxi!"

Lao Xi agreed with a smile.

"All right!"

The elegant man nodded, stood up and bowed, saying, "Then I'm here, thank you in advance for your cooperation, Commander."

Two minutes later, looking at the helicopter taking off from the ground without any sliding, Lao Xi spoke calmly to Commander Sun beside him.

"That's called a helicopter. It's a new weapon developed by the Eighth Route Army. Do you see the Gatling gun hanging on it?"

"If they can fire three thousand rounds a minute, a whole regiment will be destroyed."

"Three thousand rounds?"

Commander Sun was a little unconvinced: "Can they afford this speed?"

"Whether they can afford to fight is their business, and whether we believe it or not is our business."

Lao Xi suddenly said irritably, "Humph, you even brought this thing over to show me during a negotiation. I don't know who you are threatening!!!"

Seeing Lao Xi's dissatisfaction, Commander Sun suddenly said: "This time the Eighth Route Army wants to recapture Shanxi. Both sides must go all out. Should we..."

"what's on your mind!"

Lao Xi looked at Commander Sun speechlessly: "Before you say this, please think about the current number of the Eighth Route Army."

"The Japanese and I combined have less than half the number of our troops. Don't give the Eighth Route Army an excuse to take care of us."

"Then this time..."

Commander Sun asked tentatively.

"Just cooperate honestly!"

Lao Xi waved his hand feebly: "At least... we can still leave a good reputation."

"As long as we have a good reputation, we will have the opportunity to choose calmly if the situation changes in the future, right?"