Rise from the sword

Chapter 387 The Power of Materials!
One thousand tons of grain.

Twenty M2 heavy machine guns, 20 rounds of ammunition, weighing more than ten tons.

Six Bofors 75 mountain guns, transported in fixed wooden boxes, and various spare parts in excess, about [-] tons less.

Fifteen thousand rounds of shells, a single projectile weighing [-] kilograms, propellant powder, copper-filled pharmaceutical cartridges, and wooden transport packaging, the total weight is [-] kilograms.

These things add up, the weight is really not light.

Now it takes a large trailer fleet or a freight train to handle it, but the independent regiment only has a few hundred big mules with a standard load of 150 kilograms, plus 3000 or [-] people.

In addition, the troops had just arrived in Zhaojiayu and needed to familiarize themselves with the terrain and build fortifications. The troops were expanding and there were only 300 people who could be dispatched to transport supplies, except for the transport team.

In the end, it took a whole day until late at night, with the help of some Zhaojiayu villagers, before transporting all the supplies back to the Zhaojiayu regiment headquarters for storage.

"There are still too many people at the headquarters."

In the middle of the night, a thought came to Li Datuan, who was tired and lying down.

The Independence Regiment is still not enough manpower, should we get more officers this time, and then add another 1000 people to the military expansion plan, or some more?

There are so many people and so much power.

Back then, the teacher waved his hand to mobilize several main regiments for the [-] tons of cotton given by brother Chen. Together with the workers from the logistics department and the security forces, they all carried them close to the warehouse in less than half a day.

In the future, the business will grow bigger and bigger, and there will be more and more supplies, so as not to be short of manpower.

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The next morning.

Li Yunlong led a battalion of troops to train as usual, and the head of the regiment personally led the training. This is the practice of the independent map. Unless Li Yunlong is not there, or there are combat missions to restrain him, he will not be able to shake it every day.

"Five kilometers off-road..."

Leading the way, Li Yunlong set off first.

During this period, he constantly adjusted his speed and inspected the soldiers of the entire battalion. Soon, Li Yunlong clearly felt that the state of today's troops had changed significantly compared to the previous few days.

Before, the devils swept up the army, and the independent regiment retreated after holding on to Shou County for a month. The troops suffered heavy losses, and nearly half of their staff was reduced. Especially the company commander and platoon leader, nearly two-thirds did not return, and their weapons and equipment were also seriously damaged. All the models were lost, ten large-caliber heavy machine guns, none of which were brought back, more than one hundred machine guns were lost, and the bullets were almost exhausted.

The morale of the soldiers who came back showed a visible drop.

Even if he cheers up every day, it has no obvious effect.

But after a busy day yesterday, seeing those supplies, especially the 20 heavy machine guns, 1 rounds of ammunition, six Bofors mountain guns, and more than [-] shells, he did not need to cheer up, and his morale returned immediately. Even more substantial.

Sure enough, it is still the most useful thing.

With a satisfied smile in his heart, Li Yunlong opened his throat:
"Speed ​​up, the troops have extra meals this morning, and the meat is full."

Before the independent group, there was meat every day, and the cooking team put two barrels of canned meat into the pot every day.

But after all, it is an army of thousands of people, two barrels are only nearly [-] catties of meat, and it is divided into three meals. In each bowl, there is really not much. Each meal only has two small pieces of meat, and you can see a little bit of meat. .

In order to satisfy the desire of the soldiers to eat meat, Li Yunlong, on the days when he set out to fight and the day when he won the battle, he would have a meal of meat to satisfy his hunger, and finish ten barrels of meat in one meal, ensuring that every soldier could eat a lot Meat.

"Yes."

Sure enough, the soldiers who were stimulated by the flesh sped up their pace instantly.

Li Datuan was busy leading the troops to train, while Zhao Gang was busy counting yesterday's supplies and organizing manpower to build a warehouse. During this period, he called the guard platoon and walked into Zhaojiayu Village with a dozen bags of grain.

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In the morning, Zhao Jiayu was in middle school.

The common people are also talking about what they saw and heard yesterday.

Out of secrecy, Li Yunlong did not reveal all the weapons, but in order to increase the confidence of the people in the base area in the Independence Regiment, he deliberately displayed two mountain artillery pieces and several heavy machine guns.

"Xiuqin, this independent regiment is different. It is worthy of being the main force regiment. There are many cannons and shells in the regiment. The boxes are piled up into mountains. There are also many soldiers. Even the machine guns are thicker than others. few."

At the entrance of the village, a female comrade wrapped in a towel held the sole of her shoe in her hand, muttering what she saw and heard yesterday.

The people in Zhaojiayu have also seen other Eighth Route Army, such as Xiuqin's brother's army, but the general regiment has more than 1000 people. Where have you seen a large regiment like the Independent Regiment that now has [-] people?
And cannons.

It was the first time for everyone to see a barrel gun. What they had seen before were small-caliber mortars, the kind that could be carried by one person. Where did they see such a cannon that could only be pushed by several people.

And machine guns.

They have seen the devil's crooked handle, the army's Czech style, and the captured Type [-] heavy machine guns, but they can tell at a glance that they are definitely not comparable to the two machine guns displayed by the Independence Regiment yesterday.

The barrel is not as thick as others.

With these weapons, the little devils dare to come and sweep them?
"I don't know where they got so much food!"

Another female comrade said with bright eyes:

"The independent regiment said that anyone in the family who joins the Eighth Route Army will get a bag. My second son followed the army to fight devils the year before last, and this morning he sent me a bag of flour."

"That's the best fine white flour, without any wheat bran residue."

"Good fine white noodles?"

Someone was shocked.

In this poor year, in the hearts of ordinary people, there is nothing more important than food. The family works hard day and night in the fields, but they can only get half full. If you are hungry, go to the mountains to find food.

"Yes, fifty catties of fine white flour. With this batch of grain, this year is over."

The woman who spoke was visibly relieved.

This year was a famine year, and the harvest in the field was very little. In addition to the destruction by the devils at the beginning of the year, the grain harvested was not enough to eat. The fifty catties of white flour allowed her family to survive in the field to harvest.

"Fifty pounds!"

The shock escalated.

Fifty catties of white flour, this amount is really a lot, steamed into buns, enough to feed the whole family for more than a month, if you save some, add steamed wheat bran, the whole family will not be a problem for more than two months.

At this point, the eyes of some villagers began to flicker.

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noon.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang came to the regiment headquarters, along with Zhang Dabiao and the monk.

"How is it, Old Zhao?"

While laying out the materials for the next business, Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang.

"It's a good way to give food directly."

Zhao Gang nodded, with a satisfied tone:

"At noon today, from Zhao Jiayu alone, there are nearly ten people who have signed up to join the army, and they are all top-notch strong laborers."

Having said that, Political Commissar Zhao also sighed:

"It's not easy for the common people here."

Northwest Shanxi is a typical small-scale peasant economic area, and it is also a poverty-stricken area. Almost everyone relies on planing in the fields to make a living. In addition, the land is barren and the people's life is difficult.

It is far more difficult than the people in Shou County and Yang Village.

Take the Zhaojiayu area as an example.

Zhaojiayu is a solid base, and there are quite a few militia units, but there are not many, or even very few, who actually join the regular army.

People who can join the army are all strong laborers, and planing food in the field, especially in this barren mountain and dry land, needs a lot of strong laborers most. It is good that the militiamen are not out of production. Helping, training and guarding in spare time, but once you enter the regular army, you have to go out with the army to fight the devils, not to mention being unable to engage in production, and life and death are uncertain.

If a family loses a strong laborer, if there is a slight accident, that family will be reduced to abject poverty, or even become extinct. For example, in this year of great famine, I don’t know how many ordinary people can’t survive this winter.

Fifty catties of white flour, so that the common people have a certain ability to resist risks, so naturally they dare to let their family members out to serve as soldiers and fight devils...
"Fifty catties of white flour is exchanged for a strong laborer. The common people are at a loss."

Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes:

"Let's give more, preferably two or three hundred catties to each family that joins the army."

Fifty catties of white flour would not be of much help for at most two months. It would be most suitable to give two hundred catties or three hundred catties of grain, and a family of five or six could eat less for half a year.

"More than 4000 tons of grain is a lot, but if each family distributes [-] or [-] catties, it will not be enough for us."

Zhao Gang also wanted to give more to the common people.

After all, being sent out to join the army means that the common people's family has already made a decision. This brother, this son, and this husband may never come back.

Fifty catties is too cheap.

"Give coarse grains, Brother Chen, the fine grains can be replaced with more coarse grains, and then..."

Li Yunlong spread out the information about the new business, exhaling forcefully:
"Let's work harder and earn more."

"Ah."

Zhao Gang said solemnly:

"Let's work harder and earn more food."

Li Yunlong smiled and spread out the last piece of information:
"This time, brother Chen gave me a big deal."

He had read the business information yesterday, and already had a preliminary plan in mind.

　Half of the first post, there are more than 2000 characters later, I feel very wrong, and I need to make a big change.

　　I personally feel that this chapter is not suitable for writing, and there will be less of this aspect in the future...
　　Tomorrow (today!) is still two more.

　　Chapter 1 at noon, Chapter 2 at night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)