Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

With the addition of a large number of experienced employees, the overall efficiency of the arsenal increased by 200 percent.

Even the tank gun is expected to be completed within three days with the help of those welders.

"Manager, something bad has happened. We are out of elm wood in stock!"

Li Yuncai took a list of supplies and found Zhao Tianyang who was busy on the tank.

"What?"

Zhao Tianyang dropped the hammer and wiped his hands with a rag: "It shouldn't be like this. I remember there were a hundred in stock. Are there so many guerrillas around us?"

"That's not the case, but now it's not just the guerrillas who are buying elm cannons!"

Li Yuncai spread his hands and said, "Director, you don't know, ever since the Goujiazhuang guerrillas used an elm cannon to blow down the wall of the rich man Wang's house."

"After we killed two Japanese with two shots from a shotgun, the reputation of our new weapon spread quickly. These days, not only the guerrillas, but even the main regiments have come to buy weapons."

"Especially since there are no restrictions on these new weapons, everyone is going crazy. Not only the inventory, but even the arsenal's production for the next two months has been sold out."

"Presale? Is that so exaggerated?"

Zhao Tianyang was a little confused. Logically speaking, the newly made weapons were all prepared for the guerrillas, and the main force could only buy some cannons and grenades at most.

At best, you can buy a few shotguns to make up for the lack of melee weapons.

"In fact, this situation is understandable. We are expanding our troops very quickly. Many soldiers are fighting the Japanese with swords and spears."

"Now, let alone those of us who have powerful weapons under certain circumstances, anything that can fire and make a sound is treated like a treasure."

"We sold a thousand grenades yesterday alone!"

"Not to mention other weapons. Several brothers who came to buy weapons almost got into a fight over the two cannons we had left."

Li Yuncai, who understood some of the situation, explained.

Zhao Tianyang was stunned when he heard this. He had forgotten the terrifying speed of the Eighth Route Army's expansion.

"Another problem is that we are running low on steel and sulfur."

Seeing Tianyang in a daze, Li Yun added another sentence.

"It's a bit troublesome!"

Zhao Tianyang felt that Alexander, his small arsenal, was bearing pressure that it should not have to bear for a factory of its size.

"By the way, when will the talents selected by each army arrive?"

Suddenly Zhao Tianyang asked an irrelevant question.

"It should be in these two days, right?"

Li Yuncai thought about it and said uncertainly.

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

New 1st Regiment, Regimental Headquarters.

"Report to the regiment commander. The brigade commander sent a message asking us to immediately take the first and second battalions to Shilipu to rescue the military experts who came to support the arsenal."

"what!"

Li Yunlong stood up quickly, walked up to the communicator and asked, "Did the brigade commander say anything else?"

"No, the brigade commander just asked you to get there as soon as possible. The 772nd Regiment has already gone to the rescue."

The communicator shook his head. Time was running out and there was no time to say anything extra.

Zhang Dabiao, who heard the news at this time, had already opened the military map.

"The regiment commander is in Shilipu, Dongpingxiang, Jindong, about 20 kilometers away from where we are stationed."

"Damn it."

Li Yunlong threw his hat and looked at the map with an uncertain expression. After hesitating for a moment, he shouted.

"Zhang Dabiao, take the sharp knife platoon immediately and get on that modified tricycle to provide support first. Make sure the safety of those experts is guaranteed."

"Yes."

Although he didn't know how many Japanese troops attacked the experts, and didn't know whether he would encounter Japanese troops on the way to rescue, Zhang Dabiao still stood still and saluted, and accepted the task without hesitation.

"Be safe, I'll be there soon."

Looking at Zhang Dabiao with a determined face, Li Yunlong was still a little worried. This mission came too urgently and they were not prepared at all.

"Don't worry, Captain. That mission wasn't dangerous. The bullets just flew around me."

After saying that, Zhang Dabiao walked out of the regiment headquarters and shouted, "The signalman immediately notify all members of the sharp knife platoon to assemble."

"Yes."

A soldier at the door immediately ran out.

Five minutes later, the yard was filled with soldiers from the Sharp Knife Platoon, and each of them was holding the best weapon of the New 1st Regiment.

Even the Dinglong grenade launchers were equipped with one per squad.

Zhang Dabiao came to the front of the crowd and stood still: "The mission is urgent, I won't lecture you, get in the car immediately and set off."

"Yes."

Soon Zhang Dabiao drove his tricycle and disappeared in Xingjiazhuang.

"The signalman notifies the first and second battalions to assemble, and the third battalion to return to defend Xingjiazhuang. From now on, Xingjiazhuang is under martial law, and anyone entering or leaving must be carefully scrutinized."

Although the New 1st Regiment currently consists of three battalions, each battalion has increased by two to three hundred people, and they are usually stationed in the villages around Xingjiazhuang.

Now only Zhang Dabiao's first battalion is in Xingjiazhuang, so Li Yunlong will have to wait another 20 to 30 minutes if he wants to gather the first and second battalions and arrange defense matters.

"Yes."

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

"Bang..., da da da..."

The sounds of cannons, machine guns, and gunfire echoed throughout Shilipu. The 772nd Regiment had seized a high point and was fighting a desperate battle with the Japanese troops who were besieging them.

"Please rest assured, experts. Even if all members of the 772nd Regiment are sacrificed, we will safely escort you experts out of the encirclement."

At the temporary command post in the center of the 772nd Regiment, Blind Cheng was kindly comforting the dozen or so experts in front of him.

"Captain Cheng, don't worry about us. We have fought in wars before. If you give us a gun at the critical moment, we can fight the Japanese devils."

One of them, a middle-aged man wearing a washed-out military uniform, spoke in a firm tone.

"That's right, Captain Cheng, give us a gun and I'll kill those damn Japanese."

"That's right. Back then, I could chop down three Japanese soldiers with my sword."

The experts acted arrogantly, as if they were not besieged.

They all clamored for Blind Cheng to give each of them a gun so that they could go up and blow the Jap's heads off.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited."

Blind Cheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to scold them, but the identities of these experts made him dare not speak. He could only look for help to the middle-aged man who spoke first.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet. Let professionals handle professional matters. I think we should not disturb Captain Cheng from directing the battle."

As soon as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, the scene immediately became quiet.

"Please rest assured, experts. I just purchased a batch of weapons from the arsenal the day before yesterday. I can't say anything else, but before their support arrives, it is absolutely impossible for them to break into my headquarters."

"Just stay here without any worries. I'll go to the front line to check the situation first."

With that, Blind Cheng ran out of the command center. These experts were too arrogant and always wanted to fight with the Japanese.