Early September.

A port near the mouth of the Huangpu River.

After the loss of Songhu, it became a naval port of the Devil Navy, and there are many Devil warships stationed all year round, although they are all some small warships, destroyers, patrol boats, gunboats, etc., the largest is only 2,000 tons of displacement, and the smallest is only a few hundred tons, but there are a lot of them, and the most time is as high as more than 20 ships.

The existence of these devil warships made the nearby fishermen dare not go to sea, and even the merchant ships have almost disappeared, and only the devil's ships dare to sail.

However, with the outbreak of the Pacific War, the number of warships here is decreasing day by day, and now only two warships are stationed, and even merchant ships are gone, and the originally huge port seems to be lonely.

On this day, after a month of preparation and trekking, Wang Gensheng arrived here with a special team.

The entourage of more than 20 people, day and night, with the help of the underground party in various places, quietly arrived near the port, without attracting anyone's attention.

"Captain, the devil's two warships are still there..."

The soldier of the special squad in charge of the reconnaissance reported to him.

"Let the fighters rest."

Wang Gensheng looked up at the sun overhead, it was noon, and he ordered:

"We'll do it in the evening."

"Yes."

With Wang Gensheng's order, a special team of more than 20 people and twelve large mules and horses lurked in a wasteland.

A senior underground party who came together looked at the group of people in front of him and the confident look of the captain, and couldn't help but remind:

"Captain Wang."

"This devil's warship is not easy to bomb, this port little devil just came to the meeting, the government sent people to bomb, and even secretly drove a small boat to lay mines nearby, at the beginning the devil suffered a little loss, one warship was damaged, and another was seriously injured and scrapped, after suffering a few losses, the devil strengthened the vigilance, there are lightning nets near the port, and every time he goes out, he searches the water very carefully."

The man who spoke was about forty years old, wearing a somewhat old hat.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Wang Gensheng smiled confidently:

"Comrade Wen, you can rest assured of this, we have been here this time."

The person called Comrade Wen was stunned, looked at Wang Gensheng, who was still full of confidence, and the strange equipment and explosives bags on the twelve mules, and nodded slowly:

"If there's anything you can do, just tell me, and we'll do our best to you."

Before being asked by his superiors to cooperate with the mission, he didn't know what this group of people were here for, and even his superiors didn't know, but he just said that there were dozens of people on a confidential mission, all of whom were light weapons.

It's different from what is actually in front of you.

Comrade Wen understands this very well, and he is also prepared in his heart.

Although the devil's army is getting smaller and smaller, the underground struggle in Songhu is still very fierce, and from time to time there are traitors who take refuge in the devils, and I don't know if there are any devil spies lurking in the team, and it is normal to deliberately release false news.

But what he didn't expect was that this group of people actually came to bomb the devil warship.

Although they think about bombing the devil warship every day, day and night, especially those fishermen, they can't wait to fight with the devil warship, but they can only think about it, they don't even lack guns, they don't have bombs, and there is no way to take the devil warship.

Moreover, he is confident in his actions.

Looking at the flower traps in the hands of these people, as well as the machine guns of unknown models mounted on the big mules, Comrade Wen nodded slowly.

Perhaps, this group of comrades can really cause damage to the devil warship, and if they can cause damage to the warship, they will not be able to go to sea for a few days, or they will not be able to go to sea for a few weeks, which is a very good thing.

"Okay."

Wang Gensheng nodded.

Seeing that Comrade Wen was about to leave, Wang Gensheng saw that the regional person in charge had only a devil's Wang Ba box on his waist, and it was in old condition, and at first glance, it was a very long-term product, so he immediately stopped the person in charge.

Wang Gensheng is going to give this Comrade Wen some weapons, and after the contact in the past few days,

"Comrade Wen, wait a minute."

"Need help?"

Comrade Wen immediately said in a happy tone, thinking that he could make a little contribution to the bombing of the devil warship.

"How many of you are there?"

Wang Gensheng asked:

"There are seven people who can be trusted, including me, and I can guarantee these people."

Comrade Wen hurriedly replied.

"Junzi, go get seven 20-round shell guns, give Comrade Wen, get more bullets, and get two boxes."

Wang Gensheng said to a soldier behind him.

The special squad is equipped with submachine guns, but they also carry a pistol to spare, and after the number of guns in the regiment increases, every time they go out, they will bring two pistols per capita to spare, or even more, and carry more bullets.

The main thing was to support the nearby partisans and underground party comrades along the way.

These comrades are behind enemy lines, fighting with devils with real knives and guns, but it is difficult to get good weapons.

"Ah, this..."

Looking at the seven well-made shell guns and two boxes of bullets sent by a team member, Comrade Wen swallowed his saliva.

I really want to, but...

"It's better for you to use it yourself, this gun won't do much for us."

Comrade Wen waved his hand with difficulty.

"We have so many weapons."

Wang Gensheng shook his clothes, leaking a shell gun pinned to his waist, as well as a whole row of bullets.

"So many bullets..."

Looking at the bullets and guns on Wang Gensheng's waist, Comrade Wen swallowed his saliva, nodded and accepted the seven shell guns and bullets, and then he seemed to remember something, and suddenly said:

"Are you, from the Independent Regiment?"

According to some information passed down from the superiors, there was an independent regiment in the northwestern base area of Shanxi, well-equipped and well-armed, and the regiment commander was named Li Yunlong, who fought devils and thieves, killed tens of thousands of devils, and also snatched back several tons of gold from the devils.

There is also Zhao Gang, who is the political commissar of the independent regiment, this person has super development ability, he set up a machinery factory and arsenal from scratch, developed technology, made guns and cannons by himself, and even established a construction brigade to rescue nearly one million victims.

"Yes."

Wang Gensheng nodded with satisfaction:

"We're from the Independent Regiment."

"Independent Regiment..."

Comrade Wen's eyes lit up.

If it's an independent regiment, the legendary independent regiment, maybe it can really blow up the devil's warship.

"That's right."

Before leaving, Comrade Wen suddenly said:

"We have dozens of college students here, some of them are from Nanyang, and some of them are from Beiping University before, and they plan to go to the base of the Independent Regiment and go to the machinery factory to serve the country, can you..."

"These people can be relied on."

"Dozens of college students?"

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to take them there then."

Wang Gensheng's eyes lit up.

The political commissar muttered every day that there was a lack of talents and intellectuals in the regiment, and when he met college students, he naturally could not let go.

After Comrade Wen left, Wang Gensheng began to find a few technical team members to assemble and inspect the equipment.

Waterproof magnetic bomb, timed fuse.

This time, the equipment of the special squad was self-made by Zhao Jiayu Machinery Factory, of course, the technology was in charge of the master, and some materials were provided by Boss Chen, but it was also the first step.

"Six hours to go."

After checking the equipment, Wang Gensheng looked at his watch and ordered the team to rest.

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At the same time.

This side of the Taihang Mountain Arsenal.

Zhang Wanhe has been very busy lately.

After setting up a machine factory on the side of the independent regiment and being able to produce important precision parts, he set up five production lines because of the abundance of workers.

Bayi rifle production line, Czech machine gun production line, second-generation border production line, bullet production line, grenadier and grenade grenade production line. These five production lines have been improved by the technicians of the independent group, not only the quantity has been improved, but the quality has also been greatly improved.

Recently, after feedback from the front-line troops, he adjusted the priorities on his side.

We will do our best to expand the production of bullets and Czech machine guns, and maximize production without sacrificing quality.

Because of the great expansion of the troops, although the overall strength of the troops has risen, the strength of a single unit cannot be guaranteed, and the regiment commander at the front line reacted that when the veterans are equipped with sufficient machine guns, they can ensure combat effectiveness.

Of course, there are also a large number of grenades, which are also an important factor in ensuring the combat effectiveness of the troops.

Fortunately, the production of grenades and guns do not conflict, the resources consumed by the two do not overlap, the explosives on the side of the independent regiment are enough, as long as the manpower is enough, the die-casting pig iron produced by the earth blast furnace is enough, and 50,000 pieces a day is not a problem.

"Minister Zhang."

At this moment a warrior ran in:

"The transport team of the independent regiment is coming, and this time it is transporting bullet casings, a lot of bullet casings."

The warrior's tone was full of surprise.

Recently, there have been a lot of convoys from the independent regiment, some transporting explosives, some transporting parts for machine guns, some transporting machinery and equipment, and of course, some transporting shells, but this is the first time I have seen such a large quantity.

It's just too much.

"How much?"

Zhang Wanhe asked casually.

He knew that the Independent Regiment had been fighting against the devils recently, and it was a large-scale fierce battle, which had lasted for more than two months, and a large number of bullets would inevitably be consumed during this period, so the bullet casings collected would not be less.

"This time it's five million rounds."

The warrior replied.

"Five million rounds."

Zhang Wanhe bared his teeth.

Although the headquarters is richer now, I don't know how many times it is richer than before, but three million rounds is the total amount of his inventory. But the number wasn't too much of a surprise to him.

Five million rounds of ammunition, the total weight is only 150 tons, which is not much for Li Yunlong. It's just a matter of a devil's plane.

But this dog thing, five million rounds of ammunition in two months, is more damn extravagant than a devil.

Contrary to Zhang Wanhe's expectations, the warrior continued:

"There are also 10 million rounds of shells, and Commander Li said that we should transport them ourselves, and his transport team is too busy."

"What, and 10 million shells?"

This sentence almost made Zhang Wanhe bite his tongue.

Seeing that the warrior nodded, Zhang Wanhe asked in disbelief:

"Is it a total of 10 million shells, or is there still 10 million shells left?"

"There are 10 million rounds of shells left."

The debriefing warrior spoke affirmatively.

"My mother..."

Zhang Wanhe's jaw was about to fall off.

It's only been two fucking months.

Li Yunlong used the first five million rounds of ammunition, what did he do?

Damn it, if Li Yunlong is fired, it is estimated that the bullets fired by their entire 129th Division for so long in the War of Resistance will be about the same as this number.

However, Zhang Wanhe thought about it in his heart and found that all the bullets added up to only four hundred and fifty tons. Just about the three planes, the surprise in my heart disappeared a lot.

"Hey, there's a long way to go..."

He sighed.

Minister Zhang felt the disparity.

It is said that in a regimental battle between the European and American powers, including artillery shells and bullets, the consumption of four or five hundred tons was consumed.

"Strange..."

Then Zhang Wanhe fell into thought.

Although the ammunition reserves of the independent regiment are extremely large, this amount is not much for the independent regiment. And the two are also time, just a confrontation and fierce battle, which is obviously not right.

Unless, it was Li Yunlong who did it on purpose.

"That's right."

The debriefing fighter continued:

"There are also 20,000 copper medicine cartridges with 75 shells, and we have to transport them ourselves."

"20,000 rounds of 75-gun cartridges..."

Zhang Wanhe had no experience this time, but instead blinked his eyes and smiled.

After arranging the convoy, he called the person in charge of the warehouse:

"Hurry up and expand the warehouse, the bigger the better, at least according to the current scale of more than five times, if there are not enough manpower, go to the division commander and the boss to ask."

"Five-fold? Be. ”

The person in charge of the warehouse was puzzled, but nodded anyway.

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Zhao Jiayu.

Tank training ground.

At night, Zhao Gang, who had finished a busy day, came here to take a look.

Before he even entered the training ground, he heard the humming sound of the tank engine, which was very noisy, and it took at least a dozen engines to make such a sound, and he also smelled the smell of engine exhaust.

"Commissar."

At the entrance, the guards saluted Zhao Gang after inspection.

Zhao Gang returned the salute and then walked into the training ground.

As soon as he entered, he saw that in the training ground, thirteen No. 4 tanks with anti-collision lights were walking along the route, one by one through the trench, the gentle slope, the steep slope, and then entered the preset combat position.

These tanks are not very smooth during driving, but there is not much jerkiness, and there are no flips and tracks out of the line, which is not at all like a novice who has only been in contact with tanks for a month.

"It seems that the effect of this actual combat training is really good."

Nodding with satisfaction, Political Commissar Zhao continued to walk forward and walked towards the location of the tank repair shop.

In order to cope with the frenzied training of tank troops, the regiment built three tank repair shops, more than 1,000 logistics personnel, and a master master stationed at any time, and a master master on standby.

Along the way, at the door of the cave-type repair shop, you can see the surrounding piles of damaged tracks, and you can even see engines and gearboxes piled up directly at the door waiting for repair.

In each of the three repairs, there is a group of people gathered in front of a tank, changing engines or gearboxes with the help of lights.

"It's just too much equipment."

"It's bigger than the actual combat attrition."

Looking at these damaged parts and engines, Political Commissar Zhao bared his teeth.