Bright Sword: Flesh and Blood Military Industrial Base

The Eighth Company now has food and is not worried about short-term supplies, but its troop strength, after continuous fighting and expansion, is still too small to face the heavy troops that the Japanese may mobilize.

Therefore, we must immediately and to the greatest extent possible enhance our military strength!

After thinking it over for a while, Yang Zheng made a decision.

"Summon 200 warriors."

[Summoning successful. 3000 Soul Points and 30000 Flesh Resources consumed. 200 warriors will arrive at the camp within 48 hours. Please prepare to receive them.]

Resources dwindled instantly, but Yang Zheng felt much more at ease.

In 48 hours, the Eighth Company will have an elite combat force of more than 500 people!

In addition, with a decent combination of light and heavy firepower, as long as the command is proper and the terrain is favorable, it may not be impossible to put up a fight against the invading enemy!

"bite……"

Upon hearing the system notification, Yang Zheng raised an eyebrow; his gold resources had reached 50.

It seems Li Dachui didn't slack off either; after a hearty meal, he went back and melted down the Japanese lieutenant's sword.

There are now two options: 50 gold can be used to reverse engineer the blueprint of the same weapon or the blueprint of bullets and grenades, or you can save it to upgrade the stable.

Their Eighth Company now has two heavy machine guns and 16 grenade launchers, but ammunition and grenades are very limited and rely entirely on captured supplies.

However, there are still tens of thousands of 7.7mm bullets in stock. Although there are not many Type 89 grenades left, they can be replaced by the Japanese melon grenades.

As for the stables, needless to say, cavalry plays a crucial role on the battlefields of China, especially in their mountainous region. However, a level one stable can only summon 10 warhorses, and that's the limit for now.

"I'll save it for now..." Yang Zheng finally made a decision recently.

Based on the analysis of the 6.5mm bullet last time, the production of these items requires resources and time.

His Eighth Company was about to face a large-scale challenge, so he couldn't worry about that for the time being.

Yang Zheng strolled out of the company headquarters, inspected the area, and then went back to rest.

The villagers who had helped move the grain had all left with their respective 10 jin (5 catties) portions of grain, each with a satisfied smile on their face.

These days, there are actually troops who don't rob them of their food, but instead give them food.

As the flames gradually died down, the entire Changning Village, including the Eighth Company's camp, fell into slumber.

Meanwhile, the sentries that had been deployed were diligently observing their surroundings, on guard against the sudden appearance of the enemy.

The next day, the entire Changning Village awoke to deafening shouts of battle.

As dawn broke, the newly opened training ground on the west side of the camp was already bustling with activity and filled with dust.

A soldier who has eaten his fill is completely different from one who is half-starved. Before, in order to save some food, Chen Xiaoquan did not dare to let everyone eat as much as they wanted.

Last night's meal of plenty of steamed white flour buns and hot soup seemed to have steamed out boundless energy and fighting spirit, which flowed into everyone's limbs and bones.

The training ground was divided into several areas.

At the east end, Zhao Dahu was leading his platoon of soldiers in bayonet practice.

The clanging of wooden spears was as dense as raindrops. The soldiers, in pairs, lunged forward, parrying left and right with swift and powerful movements, their shouts rough and full of killing intent.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Give it your all! Imagine you're facing a Japanese soldier! If you don't stab him, he'll stab you to death!"

Zhao Dahu carried a wooden stick and weaved through the ranks. If he saw anyone whose movements were sluggish, he would go up and hit them on the back with the stick. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to refresh them.

"Yes!" The soldiers roared, their thrusts becoming even more ferocious.

They were all seething with resentment. When they saw the burned grain piles yesterday while moving grain, they felt heartache, but it also fueled their hatred for the Japanese devils.

Now that we have food in our hands and bullets in our guns, we naturally train with extra dedication.

The western end is the shooting training area. Due to the scarcity of ammunition, live-fire shooting is not possible every day; most of the time is spent practicing gun handling, aiming, and firing techniques.

A group of soldiers lay prone on the ground, their guns pointed at straw targets in the distance with Japanese soldiers' faces painted on them, motionless. Chen Xiaoquan was personally supervising the operation here.

"Keep your breathing steady! Hold your gun firmly! Keep your posture straight, calm your mind, and steady your hands! Every drop of sweat you shed now means one less drop of blood will be shed on the battlefield!"

Shifting the focus to the very edge of the training ground, Luo Dashan and his men set up two Type 92 heavy machine guns on a raised earthen platform and began loudly explaining the key points of shooting.

The entire training ground was bustling with activity, the air thick with the smell of sweat and dust, yet it exuded a vibrant and energetic spirit.

Yang Zheng walked slowly around the training ground with his hands behind his back, looking at everything with great satisfaction.

With the food problem temporarily resolved, the soldiers were in high spirits and naturally put in a lot of hard work in their training.

However, his good mood didn't last long.

Just as he returned to the village from the training ground, before even entering the company headquarters, he saw Zhou Dachui leaning on his crutch, walking quickly towards him with a solemn expression, followed by Zhou Shunzi, who looked tense and angry.

"Company Commander Yang, something's happened!" Zhou Dachui said quickly.

Yang Zheng's heart tightened: "Grandpa Zhou, don't rush, speak slowly."

Zhou Dachui pulled Yang Zheng to a less crowded area, and Zhou Shunzi also came over, saying angrily, "Company Commander Yang, it's not even dawn yet, and the two sons-in-law of the Yang family have already entered the village."

As a result, the two men were actually loitering suspiciously outside our Eighth Route Army camp!

"The person has been caught?" Yang Zheng's eyes turned cold.

"We caught them!" Zhou Shunzi nodded vigorously. "A few young men from the village and I sensed something was wrong, so we went over to question them. The two men, feeling guilty, turned and tried to run, but we caught them!"

Zhou Dachui added, "I felt something was wrong, so I went to the Yang family to ask. Old Man Yang said that his two daughters had married bad men, both of whom were idle and didn't do any honest work..."

"Company Commander Yang, I reckon they're probably spies sent by the Japanese to gather intelligence!"

Yang Zheng nodded; this was within his expectations. However, sending scouts to ascertain the situation first suggested the Japanese were planning something big!

"Where is he? Take me to see him!" Yang Zheng patted Zhou Dachui on the shoulder to reassure him.

"He's locked up in the abandoned mill at the east end of the village. Shunzi has someone watching over him," Zhou Dachui said.

Yang Zheng followed Zhou Dachui and Zhou Shunzi to the mill.

This was a low, mud-brick house with wooden planks nailed to the windows. Two strong young men, each holding a red-tasseled spear, stood guard at the door.

Pushing open the door, in the dim light, I saw two men, both around thirty years old, bound tightly and slumped on the ground, wearing patched gray clothes, their faces filled with fear, and even more so with bruises from being beaten.

When they saw Yang Zheng enter, especially his gray military uniform and the Mauser pistol at his waist, the two men visibly trembled and avoided eye contact.

At this moment, a man guarding inside the house stood up, scratched his head, and said to Yang Zheng and the others:

"Village Chief, Company Commander Yang, they confessed. They said they were Japanese soldiers from the county town... ugh! They wanted us to come to Changning Village to see how many Eighth Route Army soldiers and how many guns they had!"

Hearing this, Yang Zheng nodded and gave up on continuing the interrogation, since the two henchmen wouldn't get anything out of him anyway.

He told Zhou Shunzi to lock the people up first, then ignored their pleas for mercy and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, in Chenjia Village, a rider on horseback galloped to the headquarters of the New First Regiment and handed Li Yunlong a promotion document.