The country is broken

"The enemy has retreated, and the arsenal has been saved." Gu Yue, the head of the third regiment, received the news from the reconnaissance post in front of the political commissar Wang. At the same time, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army also sent a telegram. Under the pincer attack, the 129nd Wing of the Japanese Army, known as the Steel Wing, had to abandon the original combat plan in order to protect itself, and fled the Huangyadong area. After a week, it lost nearly a quarter of its troops. Still fall short.

"Make a copy of the news that the arsenal has repelled the Japanese 222nd Regiment, and send it to Xiao Li. This kid is probably going crazy, and the arsenal is his family property." Wang Policy's mood eased a lot, and he smiled. He said to the clerk Chen Jiayao.

"Hehe, yes, those who can survive this battle are all heroes who have been refined into steel, and their future development is limitless." Gu Yue, who believes that the army is the best steelmaking furnace for talents, has long since lost his previous respect for Li. Wei's prejudice.

Being able to survive so many battles has already proved that Li Wei is a qualified revolutionary fighter. Even if he wants to leave the front line of the battle and return to the arsenal, Gu Yue will personally pat Li Wei on the shoulder, Said: "Boy, you graduated, go!"

"This little plum is a good material, and it needs to be cultivated well, but then again, Old Wang, he won't be your successor in the future." Captain Gu Yue blinked and teased Commissar Wang. [

For some reason, Political Commissar Wang seemed to have thought of something bad, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Old Gu, stop joking and take over from me?! With Xiao Lizi's current style, why don't you let him give it to you?" The sky has turned upside down, if I look for someone to take over, I won’t look for him.” Then he raised his chin, and said in a professional tone: “However, Weizi feels very strange, unlike ordinary people. Soldiers are different, don’t look at him who is usually careless and can’t tell the difference from other fighters. But whimsical and whimsical remarks are constant, he is not as simple as ordinary soldiers, his attitude towards things is a bit strange, and sometimes he is very cautious when doing things. Thin, but also very sensitive, it’s a bit similar, but not quite. Seeing the enemy is like eating the enemy, as if venting something, but some people can’t understand, Maybe it's because I'm old and I don't understand what young people think."

As if mocking himself, Political Commissar Wang smiled.

"I also have the same idea, oh, forget it, but I heard that Xiao Lizi almost died in this battle, find a chance to comfort him and those soldiers. They are still young people. Don't be psychologically What kind of shadow is left, Lao Wang, you are an expert. This task is for you." It is rare for Captain Gu Yue to be very concerned about the mental state of the soldiers.

Hearing the news that the enemy had retreated, in order to celebrate the victory, he specially made delicious meals to entertain the soldiers who came down from the battlefield. The master chef in the cooking class excitedly prepared the meals for more than 800 people with a big pot and spoon. Only less than 300 people came to eat, and after waiting for a while, there were still hundreds of people left who were interested in the food.

"What, what's the matter?! People, people?! What's going on, this is it!" Tears of the cooking squad leader ran across his face blackened by the stove fire, and gently dripped into the soup bucket.The soldiers in the cooking class held the rice spoons, their shoulders kept shaking, and tears poured from their eyes. Yesterday, there were many soldiers laughing and joking around to serve the rice, but now they are gone. Put so many familiar faces, come to serve The food team said in silence, and hid away to eat in silence after the food was served, completely gone from the lively scene of the previous meal.

"Woo!~~~" Finally, a soldier who came to cook held back a loud sob, and the sobs of several soldiers beside the ground also became louder.

"Don't cry. Don't cry! Cry hard." The cooking squad leader held the spoon tightly and said in a hoarse voice, but more tears welled up in his eyes.

"Food!~" Lei Long, the squad leader of the second platoon and the third squad of the second battalion, the first company, came over with his rice bowl, and said in a low voice, "Don't waste the food. We will eat the meals of the sacrificed comrades for them. Their future We will complete the revolution for them.”

"More rice!~"

"Give me another bowl!~"

"Me too!~"

At some point, more and more soldiers stood behind Lei Long, everyone's eyes were full of grief and determination, yes, the sacrificed martyrs still need living people to complete their unfinished business for them, Even though every soldier was full, he still had to fight for a little more. Even Li Wei went up and added a spoonful of food like everyone else. I added another bowl of rice. Although my stomach was very uncomfortable, my heart was even more uncomfortable like everyone else.

"Okay, okay!~" The cooking squad leader looked at the faces full of fighting spirit in front of him, quickly wiped away his tears, and brought a few other cooking soldiers to fill up the meals and soup for everyone.

"Tongfu, what's the matter!? The loss of the arsenal is nothing, as long as people keep it. These dilapidated houses in the factory area can be built after they are broken." The old factory manager saw Zheng Tongfu, the director of the technical department of the arsenal, in the factory. When directing the workers in the arsenal to move the machinery and equipment back to the production plant, they always look east and get distracted from time to time.

"No, factory manager, I, I'm thinking about Brother Wei, I don't know what's going on with him." Zheng Tongfu looked at the factory area full of wounds, and felt a little lost. Huangyadong Armory was at the most critical moment in the battle, 129 The soldiers returned from the division supported and drove away the Japanese army. Now these factory areas have been destroyed by the flames of war. Where is Li Wei? !Chenong heard that the superior's strategic arrangement, Li Wei's troops should be tenaciously blocking the enemy's heavy troops, really worried. The news of sacrifices and deaths on the battlefield is almost commonplace. Zheng Tongfu really does not want to hear the news about Li Wei's sacrifice.

"That kid?! Hey, I really don't know what he thinks, he must do actual combat weapon data collection, and he refuses to come back." Old Li's factory manager also had some worries on his face, and Li Wei was also a member of his old Li's family. In his eyes, this little devil was no different from his grandson and nephew. When Zheng Tongfu said this, Lao Li's face also showed a bit of worry.

"Li Wei?! Don't be kidding, that kid is very ghostly. I believe that others will sacrifice him. It would be a strange thing for this kid to die on the battlefield. I think that kid played our secret service team around and didn't get hurt. Just finished the task right under my nose, Lao Li, Comrade Zheng, just don’t worry about it.” The head of the secret service team put on a smile and persuaded the factory director Li and Zheng Tongfu to have a good time this time. Had a hard time with the devil.

After the war, the secret service group roughly counted the casualties. The secret service group only sacrificed 44 people and injured 122 people. Six to one, of course, this is inseparable from the powerful firepower equipment assistance from the arsenal and the hard training of elite soldiers from the secret service. It is almost unprecedentedly strong, and the secret service team lost in the Yan'an Dawu competition can be regarded as regaining it in the Huangyadong battle in the first division.

"Okay, don't think too much about it. I'll send a telegram to the Third Independent Regiment of the 115th Division and ask about Comrade Li Wei's situation. Don't worry." Be happy, under the pursuit of the 129th Division, if the Japanese 222nd Regiment, which has lost its morale, does not run faster, it is estimated that it will have to be confessed. [

"Yes, Comrade Zheng Tongfu, don't think too much, let's hurry up and resume production." Old factory manager Li replied first, patted Zheng Tongfu on the shoulder and said: "Calculate, how many days will it take for the arsenal to resume production?"

"Oh, according to the current loss situation in the factory area, sub-reassembly production can start immediately. It is estimated that it will take three days to debug the machine for the new sub-assembly line and the production of grenades. The repair of firearms will take the day after tomorrow to arrange personnel in place. The raw material reserves are not currently damaged, because The production plant area was seriously damaged, and many buildings needed to be rebuilt. Because of the shortage of manpower, the comrades of the special task force were needed to provide assistance, and the mines and bombs outside the defense positions needed to be cleaned up. It would take half a month or even a year to officially resume production. In the precision machine tool workshop, it will take two months to complete the assembly and debugging. At present, the research and development team still needs to digest and sort out the parameters of the new weapons accumulated in this battle, and the research on new technologies may be temporarily suspended." Talking about work, Zheng Tongfu immediately entered the state. He knew the situation of the arsenal well, and he did not live up to Li Wei's expectation of handing over the second in command of the arsenal to him. He immediately sorted out the work to be done now.

Under the command of the factory manager Lao Li and Zheng Tongfu, the Huangyadong Armory, with the assistance of the soldiers of the special task force, entered into the reconstruction work in full swing. The old factory buildings were demolished. With the rapid development of the arsenal, the construction of the factory area of ​​the arsenal was broken and established, and the locations of various workshops and departments were re-planned to achieve the best combination of efficiency.

"Brother Wei, you've been holding this bayonet for a long time, aren't you tired? Wait, look at your injury, why don't you feel pain?" Lin Xinyu, the hygienist, was treating Li Wei's injury, his whole body frightened Li Wei did not groan at all for the scars on his body, as if the wounds all over his body were not his. Instead, Lin Xinyu was so heartbroken to clean his wounds and apply medicine himself.

Li Wei didn't seem to have heard of it, and let Lin Xinyu play with it, but stared blankly at the fighting thorn in his hand. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and sitting on a bench. There is almost no good meat to be found.

Even though there was a hot tingling sensation from the wound, Li Wei only saw the dark fighting thorn, which was made of the highest quality material in the arsenal, and it had only slight damage after repeated battles. After the blood of the enemy was captured, in Li Wei's eyes, it was almost different from a magic weapon.

On the battlefield, at a critical moment, how did this fighting thorn suddenly appear in his hand? It was two meters away, as if he hadn't practiced any yoga, Li Wei only had this rescue thorn in his mind. The fighting stab that cost him his life and the overwhelming depression.