A thousand tons of grain.

Twenty M2 heavy machine guns, 200,000 rounds of ammunition, weighing more than ten tons.

Six Bofors 75 mountain guns, fixed wooden crates for transport, and an excess of various spare parts, almost fifteen tons smaller.

15,000 shells, a single projectile weighing 6.5 kilograms, a propellant, a copper pharmaceutical cartridge, and a wooden transport package, with a total weight of 8.5 kilograms.

All of these things add up, and the weight is really not light.

At present, it is necessary to have a large fleet of trailers, or a direct freight train, and the independent regiment has only a few hundred large mules with a standard load of 150 kilograms, plus 3,200 people.

In addition, the troops had just arrived in Zhaojiayu, and they needed to familiarize themselves with the terrain and build fortifications, and the troops were expanding, and there were only 1,300 people who could be transferred to transport materials, except for the transport team.

In the end, it took a whole day, until late at night, during which even some Zhao Jiayu villagers helped to transport all the materials back to Zhao Jiayu's regiment headquarters for storage.

"It's still a lot of people at headquarters."

Late at night, a thought appeared in the heart of Grand Master Li, who was tired of lying down.

The independent regiment is still not manpowered, is it not going to get more officers this time, and then the expansion plan will add another 1,000 people, or more?

There is a lot of power in numbers.

I think that at the beginning, the 800 tons of cotton given by Brother Chen, with a wave of his hand, the division commander mobilized several main regiments, plus the workers of the logistics department, and the alert troops to go up together, and all of them were carried close to the warehouse in less than half a day.

In the future, the business will become bigger and bigger, and the materials will be more and more, so as not to run out of manpower.

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Early the next morning.

Li Yunlong took a battalion of troops for training as usual, and the regiment commander personally led the team for training, which was an independent practice, and unless Li Yunlong was absent or had a combat mission to contain him, he would not be able to move every day.

"Off-road 5km ·····"

Led the way, Li Yunlong took the lead.

During this period, he constantly adjusted his speed and inspected the soldiers of the entire battalion, and soon, Li Yunlong obviously felt that the state of today's troops had changed significantly compared with the previous few days.

Before, the devils swept away, the independent regiment held on to Shou County for a month and then retreated, the troops suffered heavy losses, nearly half of the personnel were reduced, especially the company commander and platoon commander, nearly two-thirds did not come back, and the weapons and equipment were also seriously lost, two 92 types were lost, ten large-caliber heavy machine guns, one was not brought back, more than 100 machine guns were lost, and the ammunition was almost exhausted.

The morale of the returning fighters was a visible drop to the naked eye.

Even if he cheered him up every day, it didn't have a noticeable effect.

But yesterday, after a busy day's work, he saw those supplies, especially the twenty heavy machine guns, 200,000 rounds of ammunition, six Bofors mountain guns, and more than 10,000 shells.

Sure enough, it's still the best thing.

With a satisfied smile in his heart, Li Yunlong tore his throat:

"Speed up, the troops will have more food this morning, and the meat tube will be full."

Before the independent regiment, there was meat at a time, and the cooking class had two buckets of canned meat every day.

But after all, it is a troop of thousands of people, and two barrels are only nearly 400 catties of meat, and they are divided into three meals, and they are in each person's bowl, which is really not much, and there are only two small pieces of meat per meal, and you can see a little meat.

In order to satisfy the soldiers' desire to eat meat, Li Yunlong took a full meal of meat and ten buckets of meat to eat on the day of the battle, as well as the day of victory, to ensure that every soldier could eat a lot of meat.

"Yes."

Sure enough, the paces of the warriors who were stimulated by the meat instantly accelerated.

Grand Master Li was busy leading the troops to train, while Zhao Gang was busy counting yesterday's supplies and organizing people to build warehouses.

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In the morning, Zhao Jiayuzhong.

Ordinary people are also talking about what they saw yesterday.

Out of secrecy, Li Yunlong did not reveal all his weapons, but in order to increase the confidence of the people in the base area in the independent regiment, he still deliberately put out two mountain guns and several heavy machine guns.

"Xiuqin, this independent regiment is different, it is worthy of being the main regiment, there are many cannons and shells in the regiment, and the boxes are piled up into mountains, and there are many soldiers, and even the machine guns are much thicker than others."

At the entrance of the village, a woman comrade wrapped in a towel pulled the sole of her shoe in her hand, muttering about what she had seen and heard yesterday.

Zhao Jiayu's common people have also seen other Eighth Route Army, such as Xiuqin's brother's unit, but the general regiment is about 1,000 people, where have they seen a large regiment like the Independent Regiment that now has 3,000 people?

And cannons.

It was the first time that everyone had seen a barrel cannon, and they had seen small-caliber mortars before, the kind that one person could carry and walk, and where did they see this kind of cannon that could only be pushed by several people.

And machine guns.

They have seen the crooked handle of the devil, the Czech type of the troops, and the captured Type 92 heavy machine guns, but at a glance, they know that they are definitely not comparable to the two machine guns that the independent regiment put out yesterday.

The barrels are not as thick as others.

With these weapons, the little devils still dare to come and sweep?

"I don't know where they got so much food!"

Another female comrade said with a twinkle in her eyes:

"The independent regiment said that anyone in the family who joined the Eighth Route Army could get a bag, and my second son followed the army to fight devils the year before last, and he sent me a bag of white noodles this morning."

"That's fine white flour, and there's no wheat bran at all."

"The best fine white noodles?"

Someone was shocked.

In this poor year, in the hearts of the people, there is nothing more important than food, the family day and night, hard work in the field to eat, but can only be half full, in the case of a famine year, it is even more hungry to go to the mountains to find food.

"Yes, fifty catties of fine white noodles, with this batch of grain, this year is over."

The woman who spoke was visibly relieved.

This year is a famine year, there is very little harvest in the field, and in addition to the destruction of the devils at the beginning of the year, the harvested grain is not enough to eat, these fifty catties of white flour allow her family to support the harvest in the field.

"Fifty pounds!"

The shock escalated.

Fifty catties of white noodles, this amount is really a lot, steamed into steamed buns, enough for a family to eat for more than a month, if you save a little, plus wheat bran steaming, a family will not be a problem for more than two months.

At this point, the eyes of some villagers began to flicker.

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Around noon.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang came to the regiment headquarters, along with Zhang Dabiao and monks.

"How's it going, Lao Zhao?"

While spreading out the information of the next business, Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang.

"It's a good way to give food directly."

Zhao Gang nodded, his tone satisfied:

"At noon today, Zhao Jiayu alone, nearly ten people have signed up to join the army, and they are all good strong laborers."

Speaking of this, Political Commissar Zhao also sighed:

"It's not easy for the people here."

The northwest of Shanxi Province is a typical small-scale peasant economic zone, and it is also a poor area, almost everyone depends on digging in the field to make a living, and the land is barren, and the common people live in difficulty.

It is far more difficult than the people in Shou County and Yang Village.

Take the Zhao Jiayu area as an example.

Zhao Jiayu is a solid base area, and there are many militia troops, but there are not many people who actually participate in the regular troops, or even very few, this is not that the common people do not know the importance of fighting devils, but that the common people really have no choice.

People who can join the army are strong laborers, and the land is shaving, especially in this barren mountain and dry land, what is most needed is a large number of strong labor, the militia is okay, it has been in the village, you can go to the field to help during the busy farming period, and train and guard in the leisure period, but once you enter the regular army, you have to go out with the army to fight against the devils, not to mention that you can't engage in production, and life and death are uncertain.

A family, the loss of a strong laborer, the slightest accident, that family will be reduced to extreme poverty, or even extinction, such as this year, the year of the great famine, I don't know how many people can not resist this winter.

Fifty catties of white flour gave the people a certain ability to resist risks, and naturally they dared to let their families out to be soldiers and fight devils...

"Fifty catties of white flour will be exchanged for a strong laborer, and the common people are too much of a loss."

Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes:

"Let's give more, it's best to give 200 catties or 300 catties for each family that joins the army."

Fifty catties of white flour, at most two months, can't help much, giving two hundred catties or three hundred catties of food is the most suitable, a family of five or six can save a little for half a year.

"More than 4,000 tons of grain is a lot, but if each family pays 100 or 200 catties, we will not be enough."

Zhao Gang also wants to give more to the people.

After all, sending them out to join the army means that the people's families have made a decision, and this brother, this son, and this husband may never come back.

Fifty pounds is too cheap.

"Give coarse grains, Brother Chen's side, fine grains can be replaced with more coarse grains, and..."

Li Yunlong spread out the information of the new business and exhaled vigorously:

"Let's work harder and earn more."

"Hmm."

Zhao Gang's tone was solemn:

"Let's work hard and earn more food."

Li Yunlong smiled and rolled out the last piece of information:

"This time, Brother Chen gave a big deal."

He had already read the business information yesterday and already had a preliminary plan in mind.