Chapter 192 Awesome my arsenal (for a long time no see io
"Genzi, why do you want so many sweet potatoes to burn?" Li Yunlong looked at Liu Gen with a headache, wondering why Liu Gen wanted to burn so many sweet potatoes.
Li Yunlong finally discovered that every time he got some sweet potato dumplings, the sweet potato dumplings would fall into Liu Gen's hands before he could even take a few sips. The key point was that Li Yunlong rarely saw Liu Gen drinking sweet potato dumplings.
As the leader of the group, he still clearly understands Liu Gen's daily situation.
On weekdays, Liu Gen spends most of his time training the soldiers of the artillery company. He has never been seen drinking while training soldiers. As for going back to rest at night, it seems that Liu Gen rarely chooses to drink. Most of the time
, Liu Gen is always reading.
Liu Gen borrowed a lot of books from the regiment headquarters. If he continues, Liu Gen will have read all the books in the independent regiment.
"Captain, I must have my own reasons for burning sweet potatoes. Besides, I finally developed the flying thunder cannon. Can't you give me a reward? According to the old rules, two bottles of sweet potatoes are just right." Liu Gen said with a smile.
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Looking at the smile on Liu Gen's face, Li Yunlong felt extremely uncomfortable, but he had nothing to do. Who made Liu Gen his confidant? It was just two bottles of sweet potatoes to burn. If Liu Gen could achieve more,
, two bottles of sweet potato roasting are nothing?
"Damn it! Come on, you're a good kid! Lead my artillery battery well. If something goes wrong, I'll ask you for it!" Li Yunlong patted Liu Gen's shoulder twice, very hard, which made Liu Gen hurt a little.
grimace in pain.
Liu Gen looked at Li Yunlong who was smiling. He didn't understand that this was Li Yunlong's revenge on him. He had no choice but to take away the two bottles of sweet potatoes he had just gotten and burn them, so Li Yunlong could only do this. Liu Gen was a little lucky.
My physical fitness is not bad, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bear being slapped twice by Li Yunlong, so how could I do it?
Under Li Yunlong's gaze, Liu Gen happily left with two bottles of sweet potato cake. Zhao Gang looked at all this with an obvious smile in his eyes. Zhao Gang discovered that the person who restrained Li Yunlong the most among the independent groups was not him, Zhao Gang, nor Zhao Gang
Kong Jie, the deputy commander, was Liu Gen, the commander of the small artillery company.
"Old Zhao, do you think Liu Gen deserves a beating?" Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang and couldn't help but say.
Thinking of the way Liu Gen left triumphantly just now, Li Yunlong had the idea of beating Liu Gen. He had no hope of taking back the sweet potatoes and burning them. Now Li Yunlong could only hope to beat Liu Gen to vent his anger, but
Isn't this a little bad? And the most important thing is that Li Yunlong can't find any reason to beat Liu Gen?
You can't just say that you think Liu Gen deserves a beating, so just go and beat him up? Li Yunlong doesn't want to do this. He is a reasonable person, so why would he use such an excuse? But thinking about Liu Gen's daily performance, Li Yunlong is a little distressed
He found that if he didn't use this reason, he really couldn't find a reason to beat Liu Gen.
"I think Gengen is quite capable. Not everyone can develop weapons like flying thunder cannons? Lao Li, it's just two bottles of sweet potatoes to burn, it's nothing." Zhao Gang said with a smile.
"Hey, my political commissar Zhao, if this thing doesn't happen to you, you will be fine. I finally got two bottles of sweet potato roast, but before I could take a few sips, Liu Gen took them away. Don't beat me.
His pause made me feel uncomfortable." Li Yunlong said again.
Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong, and the smile on his face became more obvious, "Genzi's physical fitness and close combat are quite good. When I was in the first battalion, Genzi fought against the monk every day. Although he lost more than he won, he was able to persevere.
Fighting against monks every day is something not everyone can do."
"Oh? Is there such a thing? By the way, where did Lao Kong go? I'll go find him." With that, Li Yunlong walked out of the regiment. As for the idea of beating Liu Gen? How could he, Li Yunlong, have it? That's him
My beloved general!
Liu Gen, who returned to the artillery company, naturally did not know what Li Yunlong was thinking. He had almost forgotten that Li Yunlong could beat people up. There was no way, who made him too good? Even Li Yunlong was reluctant to beat him up.
"Zhang Qiang, go and see if there are any problems with the soldiers, and pay special attention to the soldiers from the county brigade and district teams. In the past few days, try to help them improve as much as possible." Liu Gen explained to Zhang Qiang beside him.
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Zhang Qiang nodded vigorously. After watching Liu Gen build the thunder cannon and test-fire it, he admired Liu Gen more and more as the company commander. Zhang Qiang knew clearly what the thunder cannon meant. With the thunder cannon, the Eighth Route Army's
Firepower is greatly supplemented.
It can be said that with the flying thunder cannon, the Japanese strongholds that could not be easily captured in the past will definitely be easily captured. By capturing the Japanese strongholds and seizing the Japanese weapons and supplies, the Eighth Route Army will definitely continue to grow.
Watching Zhang Qiang teach the soldiers, Liu Gen was thinking about what to do next. After the flying thunder cannon is successfully developed and the relevant information is reported, it will definitely receive corresponding attention. In Liu Gen's opinion, the flying thunder cannon
, it will only be a starting point for building your own cannon, and it seems to be pretty good now.
After telling Zhang Qiang, Liu Gen returned to his room and wrote out the relevant information about the flying thunder cannon in the shortest possible time. As soon as he wrote out the relevant information about the flying thunder cannon, Liu Gen sent it to the telegraph room, where the brigade commander
Still waiting over there.
Zhao Gang had already told the telegraph operator in the telegraph room that as soon as Liu Geng delivered the written message, the telegraph operator immediately started working and got busy.
Two days later, Liu Gen took the artillery company and took over three 60mm mortars sent from the brigade headquarters. When he got a mortar in his hands, he realized that something was wrong. There was something wrong with this mortar.
.Compared with the data given on Liu Gen's drawings, the weight of this mortar is undoubtedly much higher.
And the most important thing is that Liu Gen can see that there are obvious differences between this mortar and the mortars captured from the Japs. The most obvious difference is the steel. Without comparison, Liu Gen knows that the mortars captured from the Japs are different.
The steel used is better.
As for the mortar in my hand, it should be forged from the rails removed from the Japanese Railway. There is no big problem in doing so. It is nothing more than sacrificing the life and performance of the mortar. It is very convenient to have a mortar.
Okay, what kind of bicycle do you want? Liu Gen is still very satisfied. With the conditions of the border arsenal, these mortars can be manufactured. I don’t know how much manpower and material resources have been spent.
"Company Commander, is this the mortar we built ourselves?" Zhang Qiang looked at the mortar in front of him and couldn't help but ask again.
It was Zhang Qiang's wish after becoming an artilleryman to see mortars manufactured in the Eighth Route Army's own arsenal, but he did not expect that his wish could be realized so quickly? When did the border arsenal become so powerful?
Zhang Qiang is a veteran. He knows that most of the work in the border arsenal is to make guns, reload bullets, and make grenades. Now the border arsenal has successfully manufactured a 60mm mortar, which is beyond Zhang Qiang’s imagination. It’s really amazing.