This time, it was really for free?
Even the Munitions Factory would benefit from it?
Hearing this.
Zhang Wanhe couldn't help but be surprised.
He had thought of many possibilities, but he did not expect that the other party would give his arsenal a chance to be funded for free because of Li Yunlong.
The German M24 grenade production line.
The Mosinagan rifle production line of the Su Alliance.
They even sent technical engineers over for training?
What kind of concept was this?
In other words, the logistics arsenal of the 129th Division could produce two types of weapons on its own in the future.
Most of the ammunition and firearms of the Eighth Route Army came from the Huangya Munitions Factory, but they could only produce the Japanese grenade launchers and mortars made in Hanyang.
All along, the Eighth Route Army had been self-sufficient. They had no guns or cannons, and the enemy made them for them.
The guns used were often of all kinds.
There are three mainstream, Hanyang made, 38 big cover, Zhongzheng rifle.
However, the opportunity to produce the Mosinaga rifle was now in front of Zhang Wanhe.
How could he not be surprised?
Zhang Wanhe took a deep breath and held Cherchovsky's hand excitedly." Comrade Cherchovsky, on behalf of the organization, I thank you for your selfless help!”
The Japanese and the national army had blockaded the base area, making their lives very difficult.
Even if it was a small processing plant, it was still an opportunity to change his fate.
Moreover, the other party would send engineers over to train them.
At that time, there would be an endless supply of Mosinaga rifles.
There was no need for Hanyang to make it anymore!
"You don't have to thank me. After all, we're comrades, and Li Yunlong is my savior. I'll remember this for the rest of my life.”
Cherchovsky smiled and said," However, although I will sponsor your Munitions Factory this time, these machines will take some time to arrive. After all, I didn't expect it either.”
"No problem!"
"It's indeed too abrupt."
Zhang Wanhe didn't mind and said," You're welcome to come often, big brother. Oh, right, you haven't had dinner yet, right? I'll get someone to buy two catties of pork. Let's have a few drinks together."”
He felt like he was dreaming.
He had originally come to see what Li Yunlong's bedding and clothing factory was up to, and also to see his big brother.
"Old Zhang, you're usually so stingy, but you're being generous today.”
Li Yunlong laughed." Don't be in a hurry to drink. Aren't you going to take us to the Munitions Factory?"”
"Look at my brain."
Zhang Wanhe slapped his forehead and hurriedly said,""Let's go to the Munitions Factory now."
The Munitions Factory had been poor for several years.
Finally, a benefactor had arrived.
This Li Yunlong was really a lucky star. He had just been transferred to his logistics department.
The logistics department began to replace them.
……
The transport truck was unloading.
Li Yunlong, Zhang Wanhe, and the others rode their horses toward the Munitions Factory.
The clothing factory and the arsenal were not in the same place. The two were several miles apart.
Li Yunlong rode his horse and fell behind.
Zhang Wanhe and Cherchews were in front.
On the way.
Li Yunlong looked at the scenery of the countryside in the night.
"I really didn't expect that I would transmigrate and become Li Yunlong. It's only been a few days.”
" The Anti-Japanese War era feels so good."
Li Yunlong sighed in his heart.
In this era of humiliation, there were too many regrets.
In his previous life, he was born at the wrong time. In this life, he naturally had to do something big. It was not in vain to transmigrate.
While beating up the Japanese until they regretted being born into this world, it also drove the development of the Eighth Route Army.
He wanted to make this parallel 8th Route Army stronger!
Whether it was going into battle to kill enemies or building, only being strong was the foundation of survival.
A few miles away.
They would arrive very soon.
In front of him was a green brick house that was similar to a clothing factory.
It was another house that used to be a landlord.
"Comrade Cherchovs, this is our arsenal!”
Zhang Wanhe dismounted.
At this moment.
A few officers from the Munitions Factory had received their comrades and were already waiting.
"Welcome, welcome. Big brother, you're tired to come over so late at night.”
Wang Yixue, the factory manager of the Munitions Factory, quickly came up to him.
"Let's not talk about formalities. Let's get down to business.”
"Big Brother is also very busy."
Li Yunlong said. He was still thinking about the two catties of pork that Zhang Wanhe gave him.
It had been a long time since he had eaten meat.
In his previous life, he had never lived such a bitter life.
What were they eating now? They were eating simple food and wild vegetables.
His mouth had already faded away.
"This…"
Wang Yixue was stunned and looked at Zhang Wanhe.
"Lead the way."
Zhang Wanhe nodded.
He didn't care about Li Yunlong's overstatement.
Soon after.
Li Yunlong followed them to the workshop.
"Old Zhang, is this the arsenal of our Eighth Route Army?”
The moment he entered, he saw the scene inside.
Li Yunlong blurted out.
Good heavens, it was not much better than his clothing factory!
No wonder Zhang Wanhe wanted to buy two catties of pork, wine, and dinner when he heard that there was an opportunity to sponsor them for free.
Even his usual personality, which was similar to Nero Zhou, had changed.
Li Yunlong wondered if he had come to a factory at the end of the 19th century.
The workers inside were working overtime with oil lamps lit.
It was all handmade.
Fifty people were using the most primitive craftsmanship to make bullet shells.
The bullet shells were made by a pair of rough hands, then polished with a file, filled with gunpowder, and sealed…
This was truly a hand-made bullet. There wasn't even a machine to make bullet shells.
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