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Chapter 530 Chapter 529, Yamamoto is so miserable
Li Yuexuan's plan was to go back to Liangjia Village before the New Year, and then plan a string of waterwheel workshops on the riverside of Liangjia Village before the spring. He would make the waterwheels in advance and prepare the stamping equipment connected to the waterwheels, so that after the water thawed, he could build a factory on the riverside of Liangjia Village to realize self-production of bullets.

His plan was to increase the bullet production capacity of the Liangjiacun Arsenal to 1500 rounds per day when summer came, in order to ensure partial ammunition supply for the First Division and surrounding troops.

Therefore, he didn't have much time left in the arsenal. In about two and a half months, he would have to return with his team.

It was precisely because he felt the urgency of time that Li Yuexuan was running back and forth between the various factories in the arsenal during this period to ensure that there were no problems with production and to get all the work done before leaving.

Perhaps it was because of the results of the battle at Yixiantian, or perhaps it was for some other reason, Li Yuexuan found that the workers were very motivated to work, and some processes that could be done at night were also working night shifts with electric lights. Don't ask where the electric lights came from, the answer is that the engines were seized from the Japanese artillery towers, and the electric lights and telephone lines were also seized from the artillery towers.

It must be said that the searchlights on the enemy's artillery towers were a good defensive measure. The flashes at night had a great impact on the team attacking the artillery towers! Of course, after the artillery towers were taken down, the generators and other things became one of the spoils that everyone rushed to send to the arsenal. There was no other way, one generator could be exchanged for 10 semi-automatic...

Li Yuexuan was busy at the Arsenal, and Dean Zhang and his colleagues who had rushed to the Arsenal Hospital for emergency assistance had returned to their original units. On this business trip, Dean Zhang and his colleagues had an easy time, because there were too few wounded, and the doctors had to rush to receive the wounded, or they could only watch others saving lives...

Of course, no casualties, or fewer casualties, is what doctors like to see the most! It's not that they are lazy, but they have seen too many life and death, and the last thing they want is that the wounded are in pain, but in the end they can't survive the operation and die on the operating table! They are all young soldiers, some of them still have the childishness of children on their faces, and they leave their loved ones forever.

Doctors have seen too many deaths and lives, and their hearts have been hardened! But who would be willing to see their comrades sacrifice again and again?

Fortunately, there were few casualties this time, and most of them were minor injuries, which shows that the artillerymen of our own army played a huge role! So, we must support the development of artillery! For example, the headquarters artillery regiment plans to set up a field medical class, and doctors have signed up enthusiastically, intending to go to the front line to serve the artillerymen.

The matter of the field hospital was not a big deal. After all, as the school established by Dr. Bai continued to train medical staff, the number of doctors in the Eighth Route Army increased! Well, according to gossip, when these doctors were teaching human tissue, they often had some 1.4 to 1.5 meter tall corpses for them to dissect and observe. I don't know where they came from.

Southeast Shanxi has returned to peace, and the Japanese are naturally unwilling to accept this, but the 36th Division really has no manpower left, so they can only give up further revenge. The Japanese are also worried, what if this revenge is hit hard again? They really can't afford to lose too many soldiers.

The Japanese did not retaliate, which meant that the war in southeastern Shanxi subsided, everyone's production and life resumed, and the independent regiment was finally transferred from the headquarters and returned to Licheng.

One day in mid-November, a beggar in ragged clothes and leaning on a stick appeared at the gate of Liao County.

"Get away, you stinky beggar, where did you come from?" The beggar had just reached the door when he was kicked by the puppet soldier guarding the door, and his body rolled several meters away. Yamamoto Ikki would never have thought that the puppet soldiers who used to be so timid and seemed ready to kneel down at any time would actually kick him without any defense! How dare they? This made Yamamoto, who was hungry, tired, sleepy, and had a fever, feel a little dizzy. Fortunately, with a strong willpower, he supported himself with one hand, then knelt on his knees, and finally stood up.

Seeing that the puppet soldiers were still trying to commit crimes, Yamamoto's face turned fierce and he said directly: "Bakayaro!" As he spoke, a box appeared in his hand and he shot the puppet soldier in the head.

Bang... The sound of gunfire attracted the attention of the devils, scared away the people watching the excitement, and made the puppet soldiers kneel down. Yamamoto knew that the matter had not been handled yet, so he took out the military cap hidden in his arms as quickly as possible, put it on his head, and then sat down on the ground dejectedly.

"Who are you? Which unit are you from?" The Japanese saw the military cap, so they didn't shoot immediately. Instead, they asked an interpreter to come over and ask.

"Oh my god, Yamamoto Ikki, I want to see Lieutenant Colonel Akita..." After saying this, Yamamoto fell headfirst and fell into a coma.

When Yamamoto opened his eyes again, he found that he had regained strength and his fever was gone, but he was very hungry. He was no longer at the city gate, but in the hospital.

With the help of the nurse, Yamamoto ate the only full meal in a few days, and then he felt that his whole body had recovered its strength. Then, he looked at the nurse who served him, and green light appeared in his eyes.

After venting, Yamamoto finally felt that he was no longer the captain of the special forces who had been fleeing in the mountains for days, no longer the captain of the special forces who was chased by wild wolves, chased by wild dogs, and driven all over the mountains by the Eighth Route Army militiamen holding torches; no longer the man who turned into a beggar to fill his stomach and snatched half a piece of steamed bread from the children in the villages controlled by the Eighth Route Army...

After taking a shower and changing into a clean military uniform that someone had placed next to him, Yamamoto appeared in Lieutenant Colonel Akita's office.

"Mr. Yamamoto, we have verified your identity through the ID you carried with you, and have sent a telegram to the military to report your situation. The Commander personally called to instruct us to ensure your safety and return to Taiyuan City in one piece. In addition, the Commander personally asked us what exactly your special forces team has experienced and whether they have completed their mission."

"We..." Looking at Akita, who was one level lower than him in rank but spoke to him in a questioning tone, Yamamoto swallowed back what he wanted to say and said coldly: "Our combat experience is an absolute secret, you are not qualified to know it! Therefore, I need to report to the commander in person! You, arrange the vehicle, I want to return to Taiyuan!"

"You... Hai, I'll arrange it right away!" Looking at the rank of colonel on Yamamoto's collar, Akita sighed helplessly and could only obey orders and make arrangements.

(End of this chapter)