After a night of rest, Mr. Situ and Stilwell woke up at almost the same time.
When they walked out of the room, they could already hear the shouts of the soldiers from afar.
He arrived at the canteen in a light car. He drank a bowl of millet porridge and ate a wheat bran bun with salted vegetables.
The two of them went to the brigade headquarters to look for Yang Zhongde, but Yang Zhongde was not there at the moment.
However, he left someone behind to bring them to the simple and crude arsenal to find him.
Situ Meitang and Stilwell went silent when they arrived at the arsenal.
It sounded like an arsenal, but in fact, it was probably just a simple and crude small workshop with a large number of people.
There was a simple crucible under a charcoal furnace, and inside it was a piece of iron that had been pried back.
Under the guidance of the blacksmiths, the dozen warriors began forging and casting.
He used quicklime and vegetable oil to separate the glycerine from the coarse pottery jar, and then started to nitrate it with saltpeter.
He made them into explosives bit by bit and loaded them into the MK2 grenade case that had been cast and removed.
"God! I can't imagine that you can actually create an MK2 here!”
Stilwell's head buzzed. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
"Hahaha…as long as you don't lose your mind, there are always more solutions than difficulties!”
Yang Zhongde laughed and said to Stilwell,""We can now produce 100 MK2 grenades a day! Of course, it could be called something else.”
" How powerful is it?!"
Situ Meitang was concerned about this. Yang Zhongde smiled and said,"Similar to the MK2, it has a lot of fragments and can cover a range of 4 - 50 meters.”
"Good!"
Situ Meitang's eyes widened and he burst out laughing!
After that, they toured around the ammunition reassembly and the forging of farm tools. It was lunchtime when they left the arsenal.
After lunch, they rested for a while. In the afternoon, Situ Meitang and Stilwell followed Yang Zhongde to the field to take a look.
As the soldiers from all over the world had exchanged new farming methods with their fellow villagers, they also had new farming tools made from railway tracks.
Nowadays, the villagers were more proficient in doing farm work. They visited the old villagers in the base area and chatted with them for a while.
The two of them still went to the logistics department to watch the soldiers raise pigs and chickens.
Then Stilwell suggested going to see where the children's classes were.
When he arrived, he was just in time to welcome the children from school. However, Stilwell soon discovered that the teachers of these children were all disabled people.
"Old Guild Leader!"
Seeing these teachers enthusiastically calling Yang Zhongde, Stilwell knew that these were also Yang Zhongde's old subordinates.
"Hahaha…Hello, brothers! Let me see ~ Yo ~! Old Zhao, you've grown fatter!”
The teacher, Old Zhao, who was wearing the 8th grade military uniform, was a little embarrassed.
"I sat almost every day in the hospital. I ate and ate until I got fat.”
Yang Zhongde then smiled and explained to Situ Meitang and Stilwell that these teachers were his subordinates.
They couldn't continue to kill the enemy now, but the podium had become their new battlefield.
In the hospital, they were not idle. They studied diligently and learned to read.
After returning, they were arranged to be instructors here. In addition to the brigade headquarters, there were also regimental headquarters and company headquarters. They were present in almost every village in the base area.
Chatting with these old subordinates, Stilwell saw the respect in the eyes of these teachers for his old leader.
In Yang Zhongde's eyes, he saw an unyielding flame.
Walking out of the classroom, he saw some tombstones on the hillside from afar.
However, it did not look like a mass grave. Yang Zhongde saw Situ Meitang stop and look around with narrowed eyes.
"Those are our comrades who sacrificed themselves. They are all buried on the mountain.”
Situ Meitang was silent, and so was Stilwell.
"Please lead the way, General. I would like to light an incense stick and sprinkle a cup of wine for these heroic spirits…"
"General Yang, please lead the way."”
Yang Zhongde took out a few border tickets, but Situ Meitang rejected them.
He asked the man who accompanied him to bring over 20 yuan and stuffed it into Duan Peng's hand.
"Little brother! Help me buy some drinks, and get the cafeteria to add more food tonight! Take it as a reward for our brothers in the Independent Brigade!”
Duan Peng didn't dare to take it and looked at Yang Zhongde instead.
Seeing Yang Zhongde nod, he saluted the old man solemnly.
The line of people slowly walked forward, and Duan Peng caught up very quickly.
He was holding two bottles of sweet potato wine and a few wine glasses.
"This is Old Zhang! He was twenty years old and used to be in the Jin Sui army.”
Yang Zhongde whispered to Situ Meitang,"A very good machine gunner. He was sacrificed when he attacked the small station warehouse.”
"This is San Pao, so he's from Clear Wind Camp. His family suffered, and the landlord of his village colluded with the county magistrate to occupy his family's land and force his father to death…"
"Since then, he has fallen to the ground. He died in an ambush with me when I was dismantling the railway. He pulled a grenade with three Japanese in his arms. We searched the battlefield for two hours before we found him…"
"Wu San 'er loves meat the most. That day during the ambush, he even asked me to reward him with canned beef! I asked the canteen to cook it for him, but he didn't eat it in the end…"
"This is Old Seven. He has always wanted to learn how to drive a car. We agreed that I would get other warriors to teach him, but he died in less than two days…"
Yang Zhongde could tell the stories of almost every warrior.
It allowed them to turn from cold tombstones and a pile of yellow soil into living people with flesh and blood.
Situ Meitang was silent, and so was Stilwell.
They silently raised their glasses and sprinkled a cup of memorial wine for the heroic spirits who had not left.
They walked around the cemetery quietly and solemnly.
Old Master Situ slowly turned around and bowed deeply to the cemetery.
Stilwell solemnly saluted the entire cemetery.
After dinner, everyone was silent. Yang Zhongde used his Eyes of the Mirror of Sin to scan the two.
Although these two had a good reputation in history, Yang Zhongde still wanted to confirm it himself.
As expected, Situ Meitang's body was shining with golden light! There was even a faint halo behind the Buddha in the murals.
Although the golden light on Stilwell's body was not as brilliant as Situ Meitang's, it was still stronger than ordinary people.
After dinner, the two of them went to Yang Zhongde's brigade headquarters to drink tea.
It was also at this time that they really started talking.
"There's no need to talk about the battle. I read a lot of newspapers! They had basically said everything they could.”
Yang Zhongde looked at them with a smile and said,""However, if the two of you still have any questions, I will try my best to answer them.”
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