Bright Sword: Infinite Logistics

In the office of the shooting range, Meng Zhige, who was writing furiously, suddenly got excited and stopped writing. There was no unusual noise, but Meng Zhige felt as if someone was looking at him.

He put down his pen and looked up towards the door of the office. Li Yunlong, who was poking his head, immediately appeared in his sight. As soon as this familiar face appeared, Meng Zhige's breathing suddenly stopped.

"Hehe, Brother Meng is really vigilant. I just poked my head in and you discovered it."

Li Yunlong's face is really thick. After being discovered by Meng Zhige, he immediately walked in with a shy smile and played a sentimental card: "Brother Meng, I'm here to say goodbye to you this time. It's been three days. "Brother Meng, if you still don't want to let go, then I, Lao Li, can't do anything about it. I can't break the rules, right?"

Li Yunlong walked to the opposite side of the desk, sat down by himself, reached for the long and flat ink bottle on the table, and said: "You have also heard that our new regiment suffered heavy losses in this raid. The third battalion commander, Lao Geng, was sent to the hospital. The strength of our army is still too low, and the casualties of the commanders have been high. I guarantee that one day I, Lao Li, will be honored. Brother Meng wants to see me. Only at the memorial service!”

After saying that, Li Yunlong sighed and looked melancholy. Of course, every expression of Lao Li was not in vain. Even when he looked melancholy, his hands were not idle - he quickly tightened the cap of the ink bottle, and then secretly stuffed the entire bottle of ink into his cuffs. The flat inkwell held up his sleeves, but not noticeably. The whole process was quick and skillful. This was by no means the first time this boy had done this.

The last time it disappeared like this was a watch.

This kind of guy who never wants to be in the air force and has to scoop out water when passing by a pond. If he was born in the 21st century, he would definitely be a fisherman.

Meng Zhige took a deep breath. In the past three days, he had enjoyed the ministerial treatment of the Eighth Route Army - in the past, Li Yunlong's behavior was directed at Zhang Wanhe, but now, Li Yunlong is eyeing him, a wealthy man.

"Quickly pull him down. You are the only one who can't bear any loss. I'll lend the Japanese three aircraft carriers, and the Japanese can't do anything to you." Meng Zhige retorted and calmly picked up a stack of white papers near Li Yunlong. , aligned them on the table, and then put them away in the drawer. After finishing the action, Meng Zhige immediately put his hand back on the table, pressed the half-written paper with one hand, and picked up the pen again with the other hand.

Li Yunlong withdrew his eyes from Meng Zhige's hand and looked at the table. After three days, there was really not much left on Meng Zhige's table. In the end, Li Yunlong could only focus on the pile of books on the corner of the table.

The devil's claws stretched out, and he picked up a book very naturally and flipped through it. The lines of simplified Chinese characters showed that it was written by Meng Zhige himself. Li Yunlong shook his head regretfully and silently put the book back. Things written by Meng Zhige are usually relatively important information, and if he takes them away, it will only do bad things.

"As I said before, the supplies for the new regiment were ordered by Brigadier Chen. If you feel that the firepower is insufficient, you can directly talk to the Brigadier." Meng Zhige still did not relent.

"The brigade commander has to be reasonable, right? In addition to replenishing ammunition this time, we also received a batch of winter camouflage that we won't need for the time being. I won't even be able to report to the regiment when I get back..."

The older generation lives a frugal life and is reluctant to use supplies once they get them. This is an important reason why Meng Zhige built this shooting range. Commanders like Li Yunlong, who have cooperated for a long time and are willing to shoot bullets and cannonballs, are Meng Zhige's favorite type. If it were normal times, Li Yunlong might be able to dig out something like this, but not during this time. Meng Zhige had already made a plan with the brigade commander, but he really couldn't spare any points to help Li Yunlong.

It is now the end of October, and the temperature has dropped dramatically these days, heading straight to subzero. The top priority of the army is to ensure that everyone can survive this winter. Therefore, Meng Zhige exchanged a large number of points for winter camouflage and prepared to issue troops soon. In addition, a large amount of white cotton was exchanged and made into cotton-padded clothes by the supply offices of each brigade and the rear quilt factory to relieve the needy people in the base area.

The new regiment was the first to receive winter camouflage, so it was already a preferential treatment.

In addition to cotton-padded clothes, there are two other things that also cost a lot of points.

First, Doctor Bai's hospital began to expand its enrollment, requiring a large amount of teaching aids and medicine. The Eighth Route Army was severely restricted in this regard, and the funds were not sufficient. After trying his best to collect, Meng Zhige was still asked to make up for the missing supplies at once.

The second is that the technicians of the previous arsenal planned to improve it. This goal was quickly achieved with the support of Meng Zhige, and was upgraded to "designing an excellent rifle that can be produced by ourselves." Meng Zhige continued to provide a large number of firearm samples, design drawings, and related information for this project. Now the entire research team is almost spending time at the shooting range, studying the rare items that Meng Zhige brought in every day.

In addition to the above, there is another place that cost Meng Zhige a lot of points, and even almost drained Meng Zhige of his points - the Northeast.

After 34 years, comrades in the Northeast lost contact with the central government. After the all-out Anti-Japanese War began, senior leaders of the Eighth Route Army and Northeastern comrades repeatedly asked Polar Bear to help restore communications, but the results were unsatisfactory - Dimitrov lied about not knowing the whereabouts of the Anti-Japanese League, and completed the adaptation of the Anti-Japanese League in 42 years. The two did not restore contact until the end of the Anti-Japanese War.

Meng Zhige didn't bother to care about the polar bear's plans. In order to give a great gift to his old friend Meijin, he used the system to restore contact with the Anti-Japanese Alliance and transported a large amount of supplies to the Northeast.

In October, the Kwantung Army began a frenzied suppression of the Anti-Japanese Alliance as planned. After General Ma restored contact with the central government, he also received instructions to protect himself and a commitment to support supplies.

I thought the support supplies were just a token of appreciation. After all, the Eighth Route Army was fighting a guerrilla war and life was not easy. But when a large amount of canned meat and winter camouflage uniforms appeared, when a large number of light machine guns and mortars, thousands of mortar shells, and almost endless bullets were obtained, the entire First Route Army was boiling.

After fighting alone for so long, nothing can boost morale more than weapons and ammunition; nothing can give people more hope than restoring contact. After putting on new military uniforms and eating a delicious meal of meat, the first route army with high morale confidently began the counter-encirclement and suppression campaign.

With additional material support, the First Route Army's situation is much better than in history, and its combat effectiveness is even stronger. The battle lasted until the end of October, and the unexpected huge losses gave Umezu, who had just taken office, a headache and became even more irritable. (End of chapter)