Anti-Japanese War: I have unlimited assistance

Chapter 164: Getting Rich and Air Defense!
The ground fighting in Lubei Village has ended.

After the armored vehicle in front of the military train was blown up, the Japanese armored vehicle behind the train was quickly destroyed by the rocket launcher team using bazookas.

Nearly half of the remaining Japanese squadron's infantry were killed in the first round of fire.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were wiped out in less than 20 minutes of fighting with the Eighth Route Army.

If he had not been afraid of damaging the military equipment and raw materials on the military train, Li Yunlong would have ordered that 20mm machine guns, bazookas and mortars should not be used.

Otherwise, the battle can be completely resolved in less than 10 minutes.

Replenishing guns, picking up guns, picking up bullets and grenades... the soldiers quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and Li Yunlong led the people with fiery eyes to the military train.

Li Yunlong couldn't wait to jump onto the train, lifted the tarpaulin, and wanted to take a look at the military equipment.

It's funny that although Li Yunlong served in the army and fought for 10 years, he had never seen what the military equipment used to manufacture guns and cannons looked like.

"Xinei!"

However, just as he lifted the tarpaulin, a voice suddenly rang in Li Yunlong's ears, and a shining bayonet emerged from under the tarpaulin and headed straight for Li Yunlong's lower abdomen.

This sudden situation scared everyone.

Fortunately, Li Yunlong reacted quickly, dodged the Japanese's sneak attack by turning sideways, grabbed the Japanese's Type 38 rifle, and pulled it!
The Japanese soldier rolled off the train with his gun. Li Yunlong jumped off the truck, stepped on the soldier's neck, snatched his Type 38 rifle, and stabbed his chest with a bayonet, cursing: "Damn it, he almost capsized in the ditch."

But Li Yunlong turned his head and looked at Zhao Gang: "Xiao Zhao, it's 4 to 3 now, haha, you lost!"

In the battle just now, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang each killed 3 Japanese devils, and the game ended in a draw.

Li Yunlong was a little surprised. You know, this was Zhao Gang's first time participating in a battle. He killed three Japanese soldiers with five shots just 250 meters away.

It seems that Xiao Zhao is a talented player and has the potential to be a sniper.

But our old Li was still one step ahead and won with a score of 4 to 3.

In fact, Li Yunlong was always alert. He had seen soldiers who were not injured or sacrificed in battle, but were suddenly ambushed by the enemy and were injured or sacrificed while cleaning the battlefield. To relax vigilance on the battlefield is to seek death!

"I'm glad you're okay, Captain."

Zhao Gangcai was also startled, but when he saw that Li Yunlong was fine, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the bet, it is a small matter, but if something happens to Li Yunlong, that would be a big problem!

Li Yunlong is now the soul of the New 1st Regiment. Anyone can get into trouble except Li Yunlong.

Political Commissar Zhong took the Type 38 rifle, opened the magazine, took a look, and said with a smile: "Old Li, you are lucky, there are no bullets in the gun, otherwise you would be dead."

Li Yunlong raised his eyebrows and said, "I, Old Li, have always been a general who achieved success through sacrifices made by countless men. Do you think I'm joking with you?"

"open to take a look!"

Li Yunlong waved his hand, and the soldiers of the guard company quickly stepped forward. One group pointed their guns at the tarpaulin, while the other group carefully opened the tarpaulin.

But this time there were no more Japanese soldiers hiding under the tarpaulin.

A large machine tool appeared in everyone's sight, which was obviously military equipment.

However, no one present could identify what kind of weapons and ammunition the machine tool was producing.

But everyone knew that this was definitely a good thing that the Eighth Route Army urgently needed.

"It should be a machine tool for making bullets." Zhao Gang said, staring at the equipment.

"Xiao Zhao, do you know this machine tool?" Li Yunlong asked.

"Captain, I guessed it." Zhao Gang looked around but didn't find the instruction manual.

"Report to the regiment commander, we've captured a Japanese radio operator and seized a radio!"

Hearing the sound, Li Yunlong turned his head and saw the second battalion commander Chen Ziyuan walking towards him carrying a thin Japanese soldier wearing glasses and throwing him in front of Li Yunlong.

The skinny Japanese man wearing glasses was shaking his legs like sieves.

"Haha, are there any of these devils who are not afraid of death?"

Li Yunlong sneered and looked at the translator at the regiment headquarters:
"Ask him what kind of weapon this machine tool produces?"

The translator immediately communicated with the Japanese radio operator in Japanese.

The translator replied, "Captain, he said he has no comment."

"boom!"

Li Yunlong shot a gun at the feet of the Japanese radio operator, which caused a cloud of mud to fly up and scared the Japanese radio operator.

"Tell him that if he doesn't, the next bullet will be in his head."

Soon, the translator smiled and said, "Captain, this little devil has confessed. He said these are machine tools for producing bullets, and the carriages are full of raw materials for producing dynamite, a full 80 tons."

Zhao Gang immediately said, "Tyrant, this is a high explosive. The powerful grenades made in Jin are made of dynamite."

The prototype of the Jin-made grenade is the German M24 grenade. The M24 grenade was the standard grenade of the German army in World War II. It is light, flexible and powerful.

The Jin-made grenade was improved based on the M24 grenade. The most significant improvement was that the wooden handle of the grenade was shortened to make it easier to throw.

Although the quality of Jin-made grenades is not as good as that of the American Mark 2 grenades or the original German M24 grenades, their performance is also very good and better than that of grenades from other arsenals.

There is a reason why Jin-made grenades have such good performance. The secret lies in filling them with gunpowder.

At that time, China's gunpowder industry was backward and the powerful yellow gunpowder was expensive, so most domestic arsenals could only use cheap black gunpowder.

However, Zhang Kai, a technician at the Taiyuan Arsenal, improved the German gunpowder formula and invented yellow gunpowder, which cost only a quarter of the original. This explosive greatly reduced the cost of Jin-made grenades and increased their power.

In addition, Yan Xishan had his own grenade production line and complete production support enterprises such as gunpowder factories and steel mills, so the grenades made in Shanxi were not only of good quality but also had a very high output.

It is said that at its peak, the Taiyuan Arsenal could produce 10 grenades a day at a cost of only 4 cents.

Therefore, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army was one of the few armies at that time that could have an open supply of grenades.

"Haha, I'm rich!"

The production and manufacturing of bullets requires complete and mature production line equipment.

But to produce grenades, a small workshop can just make them by hand. How many grenades can be made with this yellow gunpowder?
Although Boss Lin provided a lot of Mark 2 grenades, which were naturally sufficient for the New st Regiment, this amount of grenades was not enough for the entire Eighth Route Army.

If the Eighth Route Army could produce high-quality grenades on its own, it could achieve self-sufficiency.

Just as everyone was happy, the Japanese radio operator was babbleing something.

"What is this little devil talking about?"

Since the Japanese surrendered voluntarily and Political Commissar Zhong was present, it was not easy for Li Yunlong to kill the Japanese on the spot.

The translator said, "Commander, the Japanese say that the commander of the 20th Division, General Yamashita Tomoyuki, has sent out an aviation unit. Four fighters and six bombers are on their way. We should run quickly, or we will all be killed by aerial bombs."

Unlike other devils, Shibata Chugoro was a college student. He didn't want to fight at all and was very afraid of death.

He hoped that the Eighth Route Army would be killed by aerial bombs, but he was mainly afraid that he would be killed by aerial bombs.

"This little devil is quite afraid of death."

Li Yunlong naturally saw through the Japanese devil's thoughts.

"Buzzing—"

At this moment, the roar of some aircraft engines was heard in the sky. Li Yunlong raised his telescope and saw that the Japanese planes were flying towards here from the west.

"Enemy planes are attacking. Pass on my order. All units should prepare for air defense."

Seeing the Japanese planes arriving, Li Yunlong shouted loudly.

When the Japanese planes attacked, both veterans and recruits looked solemn and panicked.

Even Li Yunlong and Zhong Zhicheng could not remain completely calm when facing the Japanese planes.

The huge roar of the engines of the Japanese planes flying at low altitude, the dense firepower of the aircraft machine guns, and the aerial bombs that came down with tremendous force, intending to destroy the world, all made people's scalps numb and their souls tremble!

Fortunately, the troops had never neglected air defense training. As Li Yunlong's order was issued, the soldiers quickly dispersed according to the training, some crawled to hide, and some quickly set up light and heavy machine guns and rifles and aimed at the direction where the Japanese planes were coming from.

"Wei Daxun, it's up to you!"

Li Yunlong looked towards the slope on the south side with anticipation.

……

In the sky, the Japanese air support mission was led by Aviation Major Saito Takeo.

The battles in southern and southeastern Shanxi are currently in full swing. The 6th Flying Squadron stationed at Taiyuan Xincheng Airport is busy providing support every day.

Generally speaking, after receiving the order, the aircraft and pilot must first make some preparations.

A series of preparatory work including loading bombs, refueling, maintenance and planning the flight route takes about half an hour.

However, the 6th Flying Squadron, which was ready to set off immediately, immediately dispatched a number of fighter jets and bombers to take off after receiving the order, and arrived at the airspace near Lubei Village in just 20 minutes.

“I see the target.”

The pilot of the right wingman gestured to Major Saito Takeo.

The Type 95 fighter planes flown by the Japanese were not equipped with radios, so communication basically relied on hands and the tacit cooperation of the Japanese pilots.

"Fighters provide cover, bombers move into attack position."

The Type 800 bomber that Takeo Saito was flying was a medium-sized bomber that could carry up to kilograms of aerial bombs.

The Type 96 bomber was equipped with a radio, and Major Saito conveyed orders to each bomber while making gestures.

Since the outbreak of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the Chinese army in the north had almost no air power and even lacked anti-aircraft weapons. Every battle was very smooth, and even if there were sporadic machine guns, they posed no threat to them.

The Eighth Route Army had no air force and no anti-aircraft guns, so it could only be beaten on the ground.

It's just like two centuries ago, when the Indians armed with bows and spears fought against the white people armed with firearms on the North American continent. They were not on the same level at all.

In previous battles, the Eighth Route Army had no air force and had never been hit by decent anti-aircraft firepower, which encouraged the arrogance of the Japanese. Ten Japanese planes were divided into two formations and dived towards the military column.

buzzing-

A huge roar swept down!

Looking at the dense gray figures on the ground in the field of view of the telescope, Saito Takeo showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Do you think that if you lie on the ground, the locust army won’t be able to see you?

The plane was getting lower and lower, closer and closer to the ground, and Saito Takeo's hand was on the bomb button.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The fuselage crackled as if it were hit by hail.

(End of this chapter)