Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Yamamoto Ikki and his team officially entered the Yang Village. Through preliminary observation from a distance, it was obvious that in the closer places, there were several teams protecting some houses that were obviously not command bases, and their protection was extremely strict.

Yamamoto wrote down these places one by one.

He assigned a part of the troops to investigate these places, while he himself led the team to sneak deeper. He wanted to find the command center of this Eighth Route Army unit and destroy it in one fell swoop.

For some reason, the monk was a little uneasy tonight. He got up from the kang and wiped his rather strange-looking six-barreled hand-rubbed Gatling machine gun by the light of the kerosene lamp.

Ever since the last time he followed Deputy Regiment Commander Kong and Sun Desheng to raid the puppet army cavalry battalion, the monk has fallen in love with this machine gun with extremely powerful firepower. It is a real good thing for fighting the Japanese.

With this thing in hand, the monk's perception of the Eighth Route Army's lack of firepower has changed a lot. Who could have thought that there was such a good thing.

It just wastes too many bullets. The regiment commander has expressly forbidden me to shoot with this gun without his permission.

Yes, I used up 5,000 bullets in just a short while that day.

Even with the logistical capabilities of the transport captain, there is no way to equip the army with this thing on a large scale. The pressure on logistics is too great. If it is equipped on a large scale, the logistics support will rebel.

Since the monk was very strong and had experience in using the gun, the leader specially approved the gun for him to use.

After cleaning the gun, the monk began to load bullets into the ammunition belt one by one.

Under the kerosene lamp, the yellow bullets looked very beautiful.

The monk couldn't let go of the bullets. He really couldn't understand how a scholar like Yu Guzhi could have so many ideas. Now he could produce nearly 500 bullets every day, and the quality was quite good, even better than those issued by the National Army before.

We have to admit that some people still have the ability to turn desperate situations around even in troubled times.

Yesterday, the monk went to see the new arsenal built by Consultant Yu, especially the short bullet production line built by Yu Ye, which was completed from the stamping of copper plates to the filling of smokeless gunpowder, and finally the bullet was securely installed in the bullet shell.

From the beginning of stamping to the final production of a bullet, it takes about an hour to produce one bullet. The most important thing is that the production is done step by step, one bullet after another without stopping.

Even so, Consultant Yu complained that the production was too slow.

The monks didn't dare to think about it. They heard that the bullets of the Eighth Route Army were reloaded with used cartridge cases, the misfire rate was very high, and the bullets were very easy to fly after being fired.

When the first batch of bullets came out, Consultant Yu immediately took out a handful of bullets and let you shoot at will.

I have to say that after changing to smokeless gunpowder, the straightness of the bullet's trajectory is impeccable.

At the same time, at the entrance of the village, Yamamoto's special forces had already found the position of the sentry at the entrance of the village. The powerful tactical capabilities of this small force should not be underestimated.

Our sentries were also extremely alert, but they had almost no ability to fight back under the sudden attack of Yamamoto's special forces.

In just fifteen seconds, all four secret sentries were wiped out.

Four of our lives were lost.

Yu Zhonghu was a secret sentry assigned by Li Yunlong. When the independent regiment first implemented the secret sentry system, Li Yunlong told him: "The secret sentry is the last line of defense for the independent regiment."

It has never been used since its establishment. When Yu Zhonghu saw his comrades being killed by the Japanese special forces, he opened fire without hesitation.

The Japanese did not expect that there would still be secret sentries in this unit after the commander was changed.

Once the gunshots were heard, there was no possibility of a surprise attack.

Yamamoto Ikki yelled angrily: "Baka."

Then a large number of bullets were poured out from the submachine gun in his hand, instantly covering the position of Yu Zhonghu's secret sentry.

The sharp sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the night sky. All the people in the independent regiment were awakened instantly and immediately went into combat status.

The monk who had been loading bullets wrapped the single chain around himself, picked up the Gatling gun and started rushing out.

The soldiers who arrived at the exchange of fire first had never fought against the Japanese's such dense automatic firearms, and they were caught off guard and suffered a great loss. The battle situation was once very stalemate.

After being awakened by the gunshots, Li Yunlong immediately issued an order: "Old Zhao, you and Zhang Dabiao lead the first battalion to protect Yu Ye and his production plants. No mistakes are allowed.

I will lead the second and third battalions to deal with the Japs."

In Li Yunlong's heart, Yu Ye is the most important thing at the moment. He is more precious than anything else and no mistakes can be made.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that this group of elite Japanese troops were most likely targeting Yu Ye.

Zhao Gang immediately understood what Li Yunlong meant. Yu Ye is the key to improving our team's firepower and industrial capabilities in the next long period of time, and there must be no problems.

"it is good!"

Zhao Gang understood the importance of Li Yunlong's decision, and even handed over the most elite battalion in his hands to him.

Yu Ye was a little confused when he saw Zhao Gang. He was just about to take several of his comrades who usually helped with production to transport various products up to support the battle at the front.

With each person only having 10 rounds of bullets nowadays, it will certainly be very difficult to fight.

"Old Zhao, are you here to help me move the ammunition?"

"Why are you moving ammunition? These devils are coming for you. Just stay here quietly. You are not allowed to show up without my consent.

Unless we're all shot.

No, we've killed all of them, and you can't show up.

You have to survive so that you can provide China's anti-Japanese forces with more powerful weapons."

Zhao Gang pressed Yu Ye down on the chair with extreme seriousness, and spoke with great emphasis on each word.

Yu Ye: “…”

"Ok."

Yu Ye secretly complained in his heart, I didn’t say that I would go to the front line with a gun by myself, you guys are too nervous.

The sound of gunfire at the entrance of the village was extremely frequent, and Yu Ye's heart was in pain.

If I had known earlier, I should have started making bullets earlier. However, if I hadn't blown up the train and worked on the machinery, I guess we wouldn't have attracted so many devils.

It's a chicken and egg problem.

Hearing the gunshots all the time and being unable to help, Yu Ye always felt that something was not right.

Suddenly he remembered something: "Lao Zhao, quickly arrange for someone to deliver the grenades that Lao Li brought back from the brigade headquarters to him. They are in need of them right now."

"Isn't that made in the border area? The quality is very average. Most of the time, it can only be blown in half and can't cause any effective damage. Under the dense firepower of the Japanese, it is simply a drop in the bucket."

Even with Zhao Gang's accomplishments, it would be difficult for him to say a good word about the grenades produced by the arsenal today.

"Hahaha, then you can rest assured. After going through the hands of old Yu, how can that area still be a simple area?" Yu Ye said with blinking twice.