In one year, Ming Dynasty’s industry and agriculture were on the right track.

Jiajing only arranges personnel appointments for matters in the imperial court. As for how to do it specifically, he is naturally the boss.

If you have time, you can meditate and practice your innate skills, or conquer the Second Palace, or watch Li Yunlong fight the Japanese, or watch Wang Chongyang kill the Golden Dog...

What a wonderful little life!

The Independent Regiment Headquarters was still an earthen house. Li Yunlong sat cross-legged on the kang, humming a tune, drinking some wine, and eating fried peanuts. Not to mention how carefree and happy he was.

Li Yunlong had already put the first batch of Ming Dynasty products that Jiajing aided Gong Er into his pocket.

The hand grenades made by the Ming Dynasty are one level better than those produced by the native border areas of the Taihang Arsenal.

To be fair, Li Yunlong doesn't think that homemade grenades are any good at all. They are far worse than the Japanese lemon-style grenades.

The quality of the cast-iron projectiles made in the border area is so poor that they sometimes only break in half after the explosion. The killing effect of the shrapnel is extremely bad. This kind of thing often delays things in battle.

But then again, it is impossible to open up the supply of troops in this kind of border area.

In the words of Li Yunlong: A good plaster is one that can pull out pus. It is better than nothing.

But now, three thousand hand grenades made by the Ming Dynasty, thirty flying thunder cannons, three hundred explosive packets, and half a year's rations for the whole regiment were put into his pockets, and Li Yunlong's back straightened.

Not to mention, the three masters have already recruited a platoon of soldiers to teach martial arts step by step.

As for where the equipment and food come from, Li Yunlong doesn't care.

Miss Gong Er is such a person, with thousands of troops and horses, moving freely in the hail of bullets, it is not easy to get some weapons and pass through enemy-occupied areas.

"It won't be long before I, Old Li, will have an army of warriors!"

"Tsk! This wine tastes so good!"

"The rich man is not as comfortable as I am!"

Now Li Yunlong is living the life of a rich man, although the new political commissar Zhao Gang is a little annoyed.

"Recruit more troops and turn the independent regiment into a reinforced regiment of several thousand people. That day..."

"It's even more delicious!"

After saying this, Li Yunlong quickly picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

The royal wine of the Ming Dynasty is naturally both fragrant and pure. Li Yunlong smashes it and says: It’s so cool!

At this time, the first battalion commander Zhang Dabiao shouted outside the door: "Report!"

Li Yunlong: "Come in!"

Zhang Dabiao strode into the inner room with rag curtains: "Captain!"

Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Dabiao with a look of satisfaction on his face, and brought the wine bowl in front of him: "Dabiao, you did a good job following Kong Erluzi this time. With three hundred horses, I can set up a cavalry camp. Come on, you

It’s also a bit of a quarrel.”

Zhang Dabiao never knew how to write the word "pleasant", so he took the wine bowl from Li Yunlong's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hey hey hey?"

The corner of Li Yunlong's mouth twitched and he said hastily, "You bastard, I keep squinting slowly. Do you think this is sweet potato burning? How come you are so sincere and you gave me the drink?"

Zhang Dabiao licked his lips and said with a smile: "Captain, what kind of wine is this! Why does it smell so good?"

Li Yunlong painfully stuffed a peanut into his mouth: "Mr. Gong gave it to me. It's so precious! It's gone!"

"Captain, give me another bite." Zhang Dabiao said, "I will taste it carefully this time."

"Go, go..." Li Yunlong sealed the wine jar: "Burn the sweet potatoes and pour them yourself..."

Li Yunlong has his own way of leading troops. He is stingy externally and protects his own shortcomings internally. He is very precious.

Zhang Dabiao did not pour the wine, stood up straight and said: "Captain, you see I have been following you for so long, so the flying thunder cannons in the warehouse should be given to the first battalion!"

"Go, go, you kid, you are trying to trick me into flying thunder cannons? I want to cause trouble in the artillery camp..."

As soon as Zhang Dabiao was sent away, Zhao Gang walked into the regiment headquarters. Behind him, a soldier from the brigade headquarters walked in holding a hand-cranked telephone. Another engineer soldier held a black telephone cord and began to plug in the phone.

Wiring.

After a while, the task was completed, and the soldier from the brigade headquarters said to Li Yunlong: "Captain Li, the phone line has been connected. You can contact the brigade headquarters, division headquarters and headquarters at any time. By the way, the brigade commander also asked me to give you a message.

After the phone line is connected, the brigade commander will ask you to make a call to the brigade headquarters."

"Oh! The brigade commander missed me, Lao Li!"

Although he said this, Li Yunlong's heart skipped a beat.

Over the years, the brigade commander has beaten him a lot!

Standing in front of the phone, Li Yunlong was like an ant on a hot pot, walking back and forth.

Zhao Gang sat down on the kang, grabbed a handful of peanuts and started chewing them. He was not tall, had a thin figure, and had a fair complexion with a bookish air.

Moreover, he is not yet 25 years old. Although he is young, he has considerable qualifications.

Before joining the regular force of the Eighth Route Army, he was already one of the leaders of the December 9th Movement and a student at Yanjing University in Peking.

Such a high degree of education is rare among the Eighth Route Army troops.

"Captain Li, what are you doing?"

"Political Commissar Zhao, tell me, why did the brigade commander ask me to call him?"

"How could I know this?"

"If the brigade commander wants Miss Gong Er and the others, what do you think I should do?"

"..."

Suddenly, the peanuts in Zhao Gang's hand no longer smelled good.

To be honest, Zhao Gang was moved when he first saw Gong Er.

"Alas!"

Li Yunlong grabbed the receiver with force, shook the handle twice, and then put the receiver to his ear: "Hey, this is the independent regiment, pick me up from the brigade headquarters."

After a while, the brigade commander's hearty and heroic laughter rang in Li Yunlong's ears: "Li Yunlong, I congratulate you on getting rich!"

The brigade commander's smiling face immediately appeared in Li Yunlong's mind.

Holding back his panic, he hurriedly said: "Brigadier, how can we get rich? The poor are almost begging for food."

The brigade commander's loud voice rang out: "How can you hide it from me? I tell you, I knew it yesterday. Tell me honestly, how many benefits have you, Li Yunlong, gained?"

Li Yunlong raised his eyebrows and said with joy, "It's not much, just the equipment of a cavalry battalion. I'm going to form a cavalry battalion."

The brigade commander said with a sneer: "Look at what you can do, you can form a cavalry battalion with just one regiment. Shouldn't my brigade form a cavalry regiment?"

Li Yunlong nodded and bowed across the phone line and said flatteringly: "It should be right. Considering your reputation as a brigade commander, it's not enough to even have a cavalry division!"

The brigade commander seemed to smash the riding crop in his hand on the table and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, leave a company's equipment, and I will send the rest to the brigade headquarters, no discounts!"

They were all familiar with the road, and Li Yunlong immediately shouted: "What are you doing, brigade commander, robbing? You can just shoot me, no, no, absolutely not."

"No? Well, then we have to talk it over. You mobilized a battalion of troops without permission. This is not a small crime, right?"

Li Yunlong said dullly: "Brigadier, did you agree to this?"

"I agree?" the brigade commander said with a "haha" smile: "Who can prove it to you?"

Li Yunlong was so anxious that he beamed with anxiety.

He doesn't like military horses or anything like that now.

As long as you don't touch his swordsman grandmaster, you can say anything.
Chapter completed!