After Li Tian had a thousand mortars, he went back to reorganize his soldiers, and the 358 regiment had a total of more than 1,000 people, which was just enough to have one mortar per person.

It's just that Li Tian naturally won't forget his battalion commander Qian Bojun, who took refuge in the Japanese, so he found Qian Bojun alone.

"Battalion Commander Qian, I called you here today, mainly because winter is coming, the uniforms of our 358 regiment have not yet been delivered, and our equipment also needs to be renewed, you should set off for Nanjing now, and strive to give me more military supplies, you can ask for the same, I will contact you if you need anything, our brothers of the 358 regiment, it depends on you." ”

Qian Bojun naturally agreed without saying a word, how could he refuse such a good thing, and he didn't have to fight, he didn't have to face danger, and at the same time he could contact the high-level, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

After sending Qian Bojun away, Li Tian began emergency training, and the whole regiment practiced using mortars, and he began to contact Hua Zhi.

When Li Tian, that is, Chu Yunfei's side, was in full swing, Li Yunlong also succeeded to the position of head of the independent regiment, and was grinding hard and hard at the Shuijiaozi Arsenal with Zhang Wanhe, the logistics minister of the Eighth Route Army.

Li Yunlong is of medium height, he looks very even, but his head is slightly bigger, in his own words, he practiced martial arts when he was a child, and the master always asked him to practice his head skills more ruthlessly.

Li Yunlong has been entangled with Minister Zhang for more than two hours, if not for anything else, but to get more "border area-made" grenades.

This is a native product of the Taihang Arsenal of the Eighth Route Army.

In all fairness, Li Yunlong did not think that this kind of home-made grenade was any good at all, because it was too far behind the lemon-type grenade of the Japanese army, and the quality of the cast iron projectile made in the "border area" was too poor, and sometimes it was only blown in half after exploding, and the lethal effect of shrapnel was extremely bad.

But then again, it is impossible for this kind of "border area construction" to be open to the troops, in Li Yunlong's words: If you can pull out pus, it is a good plaster, and it is better than nothing.

Logistics Minister Zhang Wanhe is a native of Dabie Mountain by Li Yunlong, and he was an old acquaintance during the Red Army period.

So I'm used to talking casually, and it seems that it's too much to see each other without scolding each other.

Minister Zhang said: "You don't look like a soldier, it's a businessman he brewed, and his heart is black, I have already given you ten more boxes of independent regiments, and he is not greedy enough." ”

"I have heard others say that Zhang Wanhe, the minister of logistics, is actually not from Dabie Mountain, he fled from Shanxi earlier, I still don't believe it, this time I really believe it, it was he who brewed it, this is not a gold ingot, what do you want to do? ”

"Who looks like a regiment commander on this dog day? Scoundrels, they are all as soft and hard as your regiment, so don't do it as the logistics minister. Okay, I'll give you another ten boxes, come on, don't thank you first, Lao Tzu doesn't give it in vain, you have to exchange things for it. ”

Li Yunlong said with a smile: "We are poor, we don't even have a wife, if we really want a wife, we will exchange my wife for 50 boxes of grenades with you." ”

Minister Zhang snorted sarcastically and said, "Tsk, tsk, your wife doesn't know which mother-in-law and mother she is in, and you still advance in advance on your dog's day." Besides, what golden branches and jade leaves are worth 50 boxes of grenades? It's so beautiful, Lao Tzu doesn't want anything else, and when you fight again, you have to get a Japanese command knife for Lao Tzu. ”

Li Yunlong was relieved when he heard this, and said with a big bag: "What kind of treasure should I be, it's a piece of cake, the knife is easy to handle, we can't get Okamura Ningci's knife, and it's not difficult to get the adjutant." So be it. You give me ten more boxes, and I'll get you another Japanese girl......"

"your brew......"

How did Li Yunlong know that when he was entangled with Minister Zhang, the Japanese Yamazaki Brigade was walking towards the gateway of the Taihang base of the Eighth Route Army - a line of heaven.

Captain Yamazaki, like most Japanese men of his time, was short, loop-legged, stout, with a neck and head about the same thickness, and at first glance it looked like a large hunting gun.

His face had the usual demeanor of a Japanese officer: coldness and fortitude.

He was a samurai who was ready to sacrifice his life for His Majesty the Emperor, and he never took his life seriously.

A person who doesn't even take his own life seriously will naturally not take other people's lives seriously.

Therefore, in this sweep, the Yamazaki Brigade did not find the main force of the Eighth Route Army, but the people on both sides of the Zhangshui and Qin rivers were unlucky, and the Yamazaki Brigade burned all the way, as if entering a no-man's land.

That afternoon, Yamazaki led his team on a mountain road of more than 40 miles, and the people were sleepy and tired, and they were lying on the edge of the forest to rest.

Captain Yamazaki is leaning against a large tree, cross-legged, and is wiping his beloved ancestral heirloom, a chrysanthemum army sword given by the Meiji Emperor.

The handle of this knife is inlaid with a chrysanthemum motif made of gold to symbolize the Japanese imperial family, which shines brightly in the autumn sun.

Yamazaki would not have thought at this time that his life, like this knife, would soon not belong to him.

A few soldiers who were fetching water hurriedly came to report that there was a very narrow mountain crevice deep in the dense forest over there, and there were traces of a team walking on the grass.

Yamazaki was overjoyed, and immediately ordered the team to assemble and rushed in the direction pointed out by the soldier.

Passing through a dense primeval forest, at the end of the ancient forest, there are two towering mountains, and between the two mountains there is only a narrow passage that can be walked by one person. Yamazaki stood in the crack of the mountain and looked up at the sky, only to see a thin line of blue sky.

Whatever it is, let's go inside. I want to eat my Yamazaki brigade, but I'm afraid that the Chinese army doesn't have this good tooth.

The team of people lined up in a line and walked for half an hour before they walked out of the first line of sky.

The eyes suddenly opened up, and there was a hole in the sky.

The mountain springs are murmuring, and the wild flowers are paved with the ground.

Yamazaki knows some Chinese culture, and he remembers that an ancient poet named Tao Yuanming once wrote an essay called "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring".

This place is not indicated on military maps. Yamazaki ordered a report to be sent to the commander of the first regiment of the brigade: The brigade did not encounter resistance all the way, occupied the dangerous line, and continued to search and advance.

Captain Yamazaki never dreamed that he inadvertently broke into the hinterland of the Taihang base of the Eighth Route Army.

This line of heaven is the gateway of the Eighth Route Army's Water Waist Arsenal, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

In normal times, there was a company of troops stationed here, but the company commander of this company saw that the enemy rushed into the sky and did not fire a single shot, so he fled with his troops.

As soon as the portal of the base area was opened, a large group of Japanese troops drove into the area.

When the news came, a huge storm was set off in the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army.

Peng Dehuai, deputy commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army, was furious and shouted at Deputy Chief of Staff Zuo Quan: "Arrest and shoot the company commander who escaped from the battle! ”

Zuo Quan said: "I have ordered the Judge Advocate General's Office to carry out the execution, and judging by the enemy's movements, they do not know that our arsenal is here. ”

Peng Dehuai slammed his fist on the table, shaking the water glasses on the table and jumping: "Kill this dog-and-Yamazaki brigade for me." ”

One order after another was issued by the headquarters, and all units of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army gathered from all directions to form a two-way attack on the left and right, and gathered one regiment and one regiment to encircle the Japanese Yamazaki Brigade on the Lijiapo Heights, and the curtain of battle was opened.

Li Yunlong's independent regiment was used as a reserve by Chen Geng, the commander of the 386th Brigade.

He was extremely dissatisfied, scolding and grinding back and forth in the mass after command post, like a hungry old wolf with bared teeth.

Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the Independent Regiment, was looking at the map on the table, he was not tall, his figure was a little thin, his face was fair, and he had a bookish atmosphere.

Zhao Gang was not yet 25 years old that year, although he was young, he had a lot of qualifications.

Before joining the regular army of the Eighth Route Army, he was already one of the leaders of the "January 29" movement, a student at Yenching University in Beiping.

Such a high degree of education was rare in the Eighth Route Army at that time.

"Brewed, our independent regiment is brewed and raised? We don't eat meat, but we have to give the soup to drink, every time our regiment is the reserve, isn't this a bully he brewed?"

Zhao Gang didn't even raise his head, he knew Li Yunlong too well.

If he has a fire in his heart, he has to find a ballast to let it out, otherwise it will be easy to hold back the problem, he knows that Li Yunlong is provoking him and trying to quarrel with him.

Zhao Gang thought to himself, how can there still be such a person in the world? If he is not happy, he will do everything possible to find fault with others, what is wrong? The staff officers in the command post all knew about the regiment commander's problem, and they had already slipped away under the pretext that people would not touch this moldy head.

Li Yunlong became more and more annoyed when he saw that Zhao Gang was silent, he did not think much of intellectuals, hum, little white face, can he fight a war? That is, to engage in political work and practice lip-talking, this regiment has no political commissar, and Lao Tzu still leads the troops. He was annoyed, and his mouth became more and more scolding.

It wasn't until Chen Geng called that he stopped, but people were walking around, just waiting for their independent group to play.

At this time, the Japanese planes on Lijiapo had already begun to bomb, and such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of everyone around.

But among them, the one who pays the most attention to this matter is Li Tian, some time ago, he originally wanted to rescue Monk Wei before Zhao Gang, and he has not completed a little villain counterattack mission after coming to this world for so long.

As a result, because he didn't find the prisoner camp, he missed Monk Wei, and he waited for a long time in order to wait for this moment.

Not far from Li Jiapo, the entire 358 Regiment was hidden in the forest, and Li Tian was holding a telescope and looking at the battlefield of Li Jiapo.

"Tuanza, the brothers are ready, just wait for your order, I think the Eighth Route Army can't take these little Japan, so let's take action." ”

"Don't worry, wait, everyone is ready, and you can listen to me at any time!"

Looking at his system, Li Tian was ready to listen to the system prompts.