Brigade headquarters.

"Rich!"

"Rich!!"

After Zhao Gang left, the brigade chief of staff looked at the more than 200 Czech-style and more than 1 million rounds of 79 pointed bullets in front of him, and walked back and forth excitedly for a while, and his mouth kept thinking.

Although I still don't know what's going on.

But!

The chief of staff of the brigade headquarters was clear about one thing.

Today, there are more than 1.5 million rounds of ammunition in the warehouses of the brigade headquarters, and even if you count all the main regiments and the main regiments, the average ammunition per capita is more than 75 rounds.

In the coming year, the 386th Brigade will not need to worry about bullets at all.

The whole brigade, in the next year, can open up the consumption of bullets.

And

More than 260 Czech-style.

All of them are Czech-style with sufficient spare parts, and if they are damaged, they can be repaired immediately.

It also means that for a long time in the future, the 386th Brigade will be able to maintain a considerable number of machine guns, maintain sufficient firepower, and fight with devils, and will be able to let go of its hands and feet.

"Haha..."

The chief of staff of the brigade could no longer hold back and set off with a hearty laugh:

"I don't know when the brigade commander will be back."

He couldn't wait to report the good news to the brigade commander.

···

"Where did this batch of weapons and ammunition come from?"

"What did Li Yunlong do with the second battalion?"

"Who is it that broke through the Liao County prisoner of war camp, rescued the prisoners of war, and killed Hirata Masaki?"

Although he was very puzzled in his heart, where did the more than one million rounds of ammunition and nearly 300 Czech-style ones come from, Zhao Gang still took a battalion to rest at the brigade headquarters and prepared to return to the independent regiment station tomorrow.

Marching at night, prone to non-combat losses.

At the same time, he also heard the news about the Liao County prisoner of war camp at the brigade headquarters.

Although the relationship between Political Commissar Zhao and Li Yunlong has eased due to all coincidences, he has not yet become acquainted with Li Yunlong, and Political Commissar Zhao naturally did not think that it was Li Yunlong who led the second battalion to defeat the Liao County prisoner of war camp.

The second battalion survived only 300 people.

Relying on 300 people, no matter how good the equipment is, no matter how powerful Li Yunlong is, it is impossible to take the Liao County prisoner of war camp in just one hour.

···

"Monk."

At the same time, in the independent regiment, Li Yunlong was looking at Wei Dayong, who was exercising in the courtyard of the regiment headquarters.

Monk Wei deserves to be the ceiling of the Bright Sword Individual Force.

At this time, he was carrying two weights made of stone grinding plates in his hands, and it was estimated that there were dozens of catties, but he switched between the supports with one hand and both hands, without the slightest blush, and the corners of Li Yunlong's eyes jumped for a while.

He would never be able to do this hand, let alone be so easy.

"Hey, Captain..."

At first, Monk Wei didn't have a good attitude towards Li Yunlong.

After all, he looked down on the poorly equipped Eighth Route Army.

After staying here for a few days, return to the Central Army and continue to kill devils.

But after hearing that this was an independent regiment and that the head of the regiment was Li Yunlong, his attitude immediately changed greatly, and he decisively accepted Li Yunlong's invitation and stayed in the independent regiment to fight devils with Li Yunlong.

After all, Li Yunlong killed Sakata and defeated the Sakata United, which was already rumored in the prisoner of war camp.

Especially knowing that it was Li Yunlong who led people to attack the prisoner of war camp in Liao County, and after delaying the devils chasing him, the monk patted his chest and risked his life to follow Li Yunlong to fight devils.

"How's your body recovering?"

Li Yunlong asked.

The monk came out of the prisoner of war camp, although he was not injured, but he also spent a lot of physical strength, and was chased by dozens of puppet soldiers in the follow-up, at that time, the gun and bullets in his hand were exhausted, and in the face of dozens of puppet soldiers, he naturally did not dare to fight hard, so he could only run hard, almost squeezing out his physical strength.

"It's all right."

The monk touched his head and couldn't help asking:

"Regiment commander, our troops, is the food so good?"

Although he ate well in the prisoner of war camp, especially in the last few days, the devil's food has also improved significantly, but the devil obviously left a hand, did not eat much, and couldn't help but be hungry.

The head of the regiment immediately arranged food for him.

The pure white mask and mask soup made the monk eat a full meal.

Otherwise, where would he have the strength to carry a stone mill here to recover his strength.

This also made the monk very curious.

He saw that it seemed that all the soldiers of the Independent Regiment were eating white flour buns, and they were not given special treatment to him.

Didn't you say that the Eighth Route Army had poor food and equipment?

This food is better than ordinary little devils, and the preserved fruit troops are not comparable at all, of course, the comparison here is for grassroots soldiers.

And equipment.

He didn't see the other independent regimental troops, but the regimental guard platoon was all twenty-round shell guns, pure imports, and each soldier had one hundred and eighty rounds of ammunition on his waist.

This is also called poor weaponry?

"Haha, are you full?"

Li Yunlong smiled proudly, and then asked:

"I didn't eat enough, I said, it's full here."

According to the experience of declaring the shell gun bullet for the first time, as well as the experience of white noodles, to declare the materials to his brother Lu and Lu Caishen, there is no need to use the average consumption as a per capita calculation unit, and the maximum value can be directly used.

In other words, when he declares the food consumption for the next month, it is completely possible to use the person with the largest amount of food in the group.

Of course

You can't mess around.

The contract clearly stipulates that:

"The per capita consumption of materials must be reasonable, with examples to prove, and not extravagant and wasteful"

Therefore, he can't deliberately waste it, let a soldier eat hase nonsense, eat it to death in a day, and brush the number of units, it must be the normal amount of food for a soldier in a day.

It's normal for a soldier in an independent regiment for a day, it's too simple.

So, Li Yunlong set his sights on the monk.

Now, Monk Wei is already a soldier of the Independent Regiment, although he has not yet agreed to be his guard, after all, it was Zhao Gang who saved the monk's life, and Zhao Gang needs to agree.

First of all

Monk Wei is tall and big, more than 1.9 meters tall, weighs more than 200 catties, is full of muscles, and must eat a lot.

Secondly, this guy has been in the devil prisoner of war camp for a long time, and he can't eat well, plus he has run dozens of miles before, his consumption is huge, and he is hungry and panicked, and his body is very good, so he has a bigger appetite and eats more.

This kid also likes to exercise, and just after eating, he carries a stone mill to exercise, and the more he consumes, the more he naturally eats.

So, at the end of the day, how much can you eat?

"I'm full!"

The monk touched his head and replied.

Although I don't know why all the soldiers of the Independent Regiment eat white-flour buns, Monk Wei also knows that he has to be economical in eating food, and he can't just take care of one meal and no matter the next meal.

"Are you too fed?"

patted the monk's stomach, Li Yunlong glared:

"Although the food supply of our troops is a little tight, it is still no problem to ensure that every soldier is fed."

"Chef Luo."

Li Yunlong shouted the platoon leader of the independent regimental cooking platoon.

"Here!"

Chef Luo, who was wearing an apron, ran over and saluted Li Yunlong.

"Arrange food for Wei Dayong, today's white flour buns are full, and they are enough."

Li Yunlong ordered.

Then he said to the monk:

"Recover your strength as soon as possible, there is a difficult task to be handed over to you tomorrow, the whole group estimates, this task is also possible for you kid."

"Yes."

The monk smiled.

It has been almost a year since he ate pig food in the Liao County prisoner of war camp, and the monk had long wanted to have a good meal, but this time with Li Yunlong's order, he naturally let go of the food.

And with the order of the regiment commander, the cooking platoon did not hesitate to scruple and let go of his hands and feet to supply the monk.

In this way, after a day and a night, Li Yunlong finally got a figure that he was very satisfied with.

"Almost fifteen catties of white flour?"

"Not bad, not bad!"

"This kid is a talent."

After a big fight with the devil, escaped from the prisoner of war camp, and ran dozens of miles of mountain roads in the ice and snow, plus hard exercise to recover his physical fitness, 24 hours a day and a night, the monk ate almost fifteen catties of white noodles.

Fifteen pounds.

Based on the current calculation of 1,000 people in the independent regiment, in a month, Brother Lu has to give him 225 tons of white noodles.

If you count that group of prisoners of war, the total strength of the independent regiment is 1,500 people, which is 337 tons.

"Fortunately, it's not the same amount of food every day."

Cook Luo, the leader of the cooking platoon, wiped his forehead, and there was no cold sweat on his forehead.

If the monk is fifteen catties every day, he will do this cooking.

Usually, it is estimated that even if it is Monk Wei, he will eat at most three or five catties a day. Ordinary soldiers, in fact, one to two catties of white flour a day are enough to eat enough.

"The regiment commander, the commissar and the first battalion are back."

At this time, the soldiers of the regiment headquarters reported to Li Yunlong,

"Oh? Good. ”

Li Yunlong immediately got up.

Zhao Gang is a college student and knows a lot, so he plans to ask which foods can prevent blindfolding.

And then

Wait for the brigade commander to come over and submit the application form.

Zhao Gang sent this batch of weapons and ammunition to the brigade headquarters, and the brigade commander would definitely suspect that he still had it hidden, and he would definitely come to him to Wishing you prosperity, and then he would be able to get the remaining batch of Czech-style and barge guns by the way.

Empty your pockets, and then ask Brother Lu to apply for weapons, supplies, and ammunition.

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Just when Zhao Gang returned to the Independent Regiment, the brigade commander also returned to the brigade headquarters from the headquarters.

"Brigadier Commander, there is two pieces of good news."

The chief of staff sold a pass:

"A good one, or a better one, which one do you want to hear?"

"Two pieces of good news?"

The brigade commander was stunned, but he didn't expect his old partner to come to this scene with him, so he said with a smile:

"Listen first."

"Yesterday, Xu Huzhi sent people to send 95,000 rounds of imported shell gun ammunition, 29,000 rounds of 79 pointed bullets, 80 shell guns, a number of spare parts, eight Czech-type, spare parts and a number of barrels."

The chief of staff also said with a smile.

After listening, the brigade commander did not ask in surprise and doubt, but looked at his old partner with suspicious eyes:

"You're afraid you're not entertaining me?"

"Xu Huzhi has this ability?"

Who Xu Huzhi is, the brigade commander is naturally very clear.

The old subordinates he brought out single-handedly, if they were not sent to the Liaoxian County Brigade, they would have been able to serve as the head of the basic regiment.

In the case of the Liaoxian County Brigade, the total strength is only 150 people, and the combat effectiveness of which is only the size of a platoon, even if it hits the devil's military warehouse, it is impossible to capture such a batch of weapons and ammunition.

Nearly 100 guns of various kinds, more than 100,000 rounds of ammunition.

"I'm going to lie to you making this up?"

"This is the registration of the warehouse, do you see it yourself?"

The brigade chief of staff handed the brigade commander a list of warehouses and a record of the storage.

"100,000 rounds of ammunition, nearly 100 guns!"

"Where did Xu Huzhi get such a big windfall?"

With the list and records in hand, the brigade commander finally believed.

But he didn't understand.

Ding Wei can get 150,000 rounds of ammunition, he can barely understand, after all, Ding Wei has a new regiment in his hand, one of the most effective units of the 386th Brigade.

Xu Huzhi is the captain of a county brigade, where did he get such a large number of weapons and ammunition?

"I don't know, he didn't say anything."

The brigade chief of staff spread his hands.

"These guys have a way to get rich, and they are all hidden."

The brigade commander couldn't help but laugh and scolded:

"These two guys, I guess, the source of weapons and ammunition is a place."

"Yes."

The chief of staff of the brigade headquarters nodded and said:

"I have checked, although Xu Huzhi's is not packed in a walnut wood box, the moisture-proof oil paper bag is exactly the same as Ding Wei's batch, and the quality of the bullet is carved out of a mold."

"It's definitely the same batch."

"The quality of the guns is also extremely high."

"Interesting..."

The brigade commander touched his chin thoughtfully.

"What's better news?"

The brigade commander suddenly remembered, there was even better news.

What news, better than more than 100,000 rounds of ammunition, almost a hundred guns?