Bright Sword: I am an undercover agent in the puppet army

Chapter 77: The Third Independent Battalion is expanded again, the Type rifle production line (Please order first!)
Gou Dachang almost vomited blood again, thinking to himself, Xu Yang, you damn lie, can you be more fake?

But he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he could only say weakly: "Brother Xu Yang, we can't clean up the battlefield so quickly, right?"

Xu Yang's face was gloomy as he asked, "Why? Do you think I would joke about this? My brothers are buried outside. Do you want me to dig out their bodies and count them for you?"

Gou Dachang subconsciously said, "It's best to do this naturally."

Xu Yang was immediately furious: "Damn you Gou Dachang! All my brothers have sacrificed their lives, and you actually want to dig up their graves, so that they can't rest in peace even after death. What the hell is your intention?"

Gou Dachang was so aggrieved that he was about to cry. Not long ago, when Xu Yang questioned the casualties in their battalion, he lied and said that he had cleaned up the battlefield.

Now Xu Yang is using the same method to disgust him, but he is really shooting himself in the foot.

Considering the firepower of the Eighth Route Army at that time, the Independent Third Battalion must have suffered casualties, otherwise Xu Yang would not have been so angry.

However, his anger was half true and half false, and he was just taking advantage of the situation to blackmail others.

But even so, Gou Dachang could only accept it: "Brother Xu Yang, that's not what I meant, how could I doubt your words.

Give me the casualty list, and I will personally deliver the compensation in two days."

Xu Yang turned to the Second Company Commander Ma Tong and said, "Second Company Commander, hand the casualty list to Battalion Commander Gou."

Forging a casualty list was already a piece of cake for Ma Tong, but he hadn't had time to do it yet, so he said, "Report, Battalion Commander, the casualty data has been counted, but it will take some time to compile the list."

Xu Yang: "Well, tomorrow morning, send the list to Captain Gou. Remember, it must be true, and you cannot falsify or lie about the data. Do you understand?"

Ma Tong: "I understand!"

……

Xu Yanggang led his troops back to the Liuzhuang stronghold.

Suddenly, the familiar system prompt sound rang in his mind again.

"Ding! It is detected that the host has successfully rescued the friendly troops trapped in the Wild Wolf Valley. A special reward is a Type 1 rifle production line with a maximum daily production capacity of 200 rifles!"

Xu Yang was overjoyed. Producing 200 Type rifles a day might seem like a small production capacity, but for the Eighth Route Army, which lacked weapons and equipment, especially those that could not manufacture guns, it was simply a magic weapon!

Xu Yang collected his thoughts and sent everyone back to sleep. Seeing that Tian Shuisheng was still there and had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Shuisheng, do you have anything else to say?"

Tian Shuisheng whispered, "Captain, our regiment commander also wants to get a group of undercover agents to the Liuzhuang base to improve your strength."

Xu Yang was stunned: "Are there enough veterans under Captain Li?"

Tian Shuisheng: "Not our current leader, but my old leader."

Xu Yang reacted: "Captain Kong Jie?"

Tian Shuisheng: “Not bad.”

Xu Yang added: "Their new Second Regiment was formed not long ago, can they spare some veterans?"

Tian Shuisheng: "Maybe we can't select too many people, but 100 people shouldn't be a problem."

Xu Yang nodded: "Okay, tell Captain Kong that you can send people over at any time, but these people must obey my command unconditionally. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

Tian Shuisheng nodded heavily.

Even though Xu Yang didn't show any military command ability, Tian Shuisheng already admired him very much based on what he had done.

If it weren't for Xu Yang, how could their independent group have developed so quickly?
…The next afternoon.

After receiving the notice, Li Yunlong brought the soldiers of the independent regiment to Liuzhuang stronghold to purchase goods on time.

Li Yunlong looked at the pile of machines in front of him and asked in surprise: "Brother Xu Yang, what is this?"

Xu Yang: "One production line for Type 1 rifles, with a maximum daily production capacity of 200 rifles!"

Before coming, although I had received a notice that Xu Yang had obtained another treasure, when I heard that this treasure was the Type 38 rifle production line.

Li Yunlong's heart couldn't help but beat violently.

The Eighth Route Army is in dire need of guns!
Even in the main regiment, many soldiers were still using old rifles whose rifling was almost worn out. As for the newly formed regiment, the firepower configuration was even worse. Often two or three people could not get a gun, and many soldiers could only participate in the battle with spears and swords.

With this rifle production line, the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army can be improved by at least several levels!

Xu Yang successively got the copper-clad steel bullet production line and the Japanese yen production line. Now he is too lazy to ask where these things come from. As long as they are for the Eighth Route Army, it doesn’t matter where they came from, or he, Li Yunlong, doesn’t care.

“In two days, we can build weapons for a battalion, in a week, a regiment, and in a month, a brigade!

Brother Xu Yang, you have accomplished another extraordinary feat this time!"

Li Yunlong's eyes sparkled, and he used his rough hands to caress the machine gun in front of him lovingly, as if he were caressing a new daughter-in-law.

Xu Yang waved his hand and said, "Captain Li, you are too kind. We are all fighting against the Japanese invaders in the war of resistance. It doesn't matter whether we get any credit or not. As long as the soldiers can use the guns made on this production line to beat up the Japanese invaders in the future, that will be enough."

Although Xu Yang said it lightly, Li Yunlong knew that it was definitely not easy to get this production line, otherwise the Eighth Route Army would have had it long ago and would not be unable to produce its own guns now.

He assured her, "Just wait and see. I may not dare to say anything about other troops, but we, the Eighth Route Army, will definitely not let down your hard work, Brother Xu Yang!"

After a pause, Li Yunlong seemed to think of something and said, "Oh, by the way, Lao Ding learned that our independent regiment had sent a group of people to your army, and he also wanted to send a group, what do you think?"

Xu Yang: "No problem, but these soldiers must be of high quality and must obey my command unconditionally!"

Li Yunlong: "This is natural."

……

Time flies.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

The Independent Regiment, the New First Regiment, and the New Second Regiment continuously sent troops to Xu Yang's Independent Third Battalion, so that Xu Yang's troops had expanded from the initial 30 or so people to more than 600 people.

Due to the tremendous pressure on the Shotai railway line, Hikawa Okazaka transferred Xu Yang's independent third battalion from Liuzhuang to the Taohe stronghold in Jucheng Township to be responsible for the safety of Taohe Bridge.

During this period, the Eighth Route Army, especially the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, also experienced rapid development.

After more than a month of accumulation, they had produced thousands of Type 38 rifles and a large number of bullets.

Japanese yen was also transported across the country to purchase various supplies.

At present, a large amount of supplies are being secretly transported to the Eighth Route Army base from all over the country and even from Japan.

In addition to being used to make copper-coated steel bullets, the iron from the rails pried off by the various regiments is also the main material for making rifles.

The remaining waste residue can also be put into the shells of the Flying Thunder Cannon to increase the lethality of the shells...

(End of this chapter)