"The enemy retreated, the arsenal was saved." The third regiment commander Gu Yue took the news from the front reconnaissance post from Political Commissar Wang. At the same time, the Eighth Route Army headquarters also sent a telegram. Under the attack of the 129th Division and the Arsenal Special Forces Regiment that had been cleared, the 222nd Japanese Army, known as the Iron and Steel Regiment, had to give up its original combat plan in order to protect itself and flee the Huangyadong area. After a week, nearly one-quarter of its troops were lost. The Japanese Army still failed.

"Come and copy a copy of the news about the arsenal repelling the 222nd Japanese Regiment and send it to Li Zi. This kid is probably going crazy. The arsenal is his family." Wang Jian's mood suddenly felt much more relieved, and he said to the clerk Chen Jiayao with a smile.

"Haha, yes, those who can survive this battle are all heroes who have been tempered into steel. The future development is unlimited." Commander Gu Yue, who believes that the army is the best steelmaking furnace, has long since lost his prejudice against Li Wei before.

Being able to survive in so many battles has proved that Li Wei is a qualified revolutionary soldier. Even if he wants to leave the front line of the battle and return to the arsenal, Gu Yue will pat Li Wei on the shoulder himself and say, "Boy, you graduate, go!"

"This little plum is a good piece of material, and it needs to be cultivated and cultivated well. But then again, Lao Wang, he will not be your successor in the future." Commander Gu Yue blinked and teased Political Commissar Wang.

Somehow, Political Commissar Wang seemed to have thought of something bad, and quickly waved his hand and said, "Old Gu, don't make any jokes, take over my shift? Just based on Xiao Lizi's current style, he won't let him go. If I find someone to take over, no one will look for him." As he said that, he raised his chin and said in a tone of some professional habits: "However, Wei Zi gives people a strange feeling, unlike ordinary soldiers, don't look at him carefree.

I can't see any difference from other soldiers, but I'm always full of fantasy and whimsical remarks, not as simple as ordinary soldiers, and my attitude towards seeing things is a bit strange. Sometimes I'm very meticulous and sensitive when doing things. I say it's a lot of bitterness and deep hatred. It's a bit like, but not completely. Seeing the enemy is like eating the enemy, as if I'm venting something, it's just that it's a bit hard to see. Maybe I'm old and can't understand what the young people are thinking."

As if he was self-deprecating, Political Commissar Wang smiled.

"I also have the same idea. Oh, forget it, but I heard that Little Li almost died in this battle. Find an opportunity to comfort him and those soldiers. They are all young people. Don't leave any psychological shadows. Lao Wang, you are an expert, I will give you this task." Captain Gu Yue rarely cared about the mental state of the soldiers.

Hearing the news that the enemy had retreated, in order to celebrate the victory, he specially made good food and served the soldiers who came down from the battlefield. The master of the cooking squad excitedly prepared the meal for more than 800 people, but saw less than 300 people coming to eat. After waiting for a while, the food for hundreds of people was still left without anyone caring about it.

"What's wrong with this?! People, what about people?! What's going on? This is!" The tears of the squad leader of the kitchen squad passed through his face, which was smoked by the stove, and gently dripped into the soup bucket. The soldiers of the kitchen squad held the rice spoon, and their shoulders kept shaking, and tears poured out of their eyes. Yesterday, many soldiers were laughing and joking to serve the rice, but now they are gone. The team that serves the rice is silent. After serving the rice, they hide aside and eat silently, completely disappearing. There is no lively scenes when the meal was held.

"Woo!~~~" Finally, a soldier who came to make a meal stopped whimpering loudly, causing the sobs of several soldiers on the ground to rise louder.

"Stop crying, don't cry! ~ Cry a ball." The chef squad leader said in a hoarse voice, but more tears came out of his eyes.

"Cake food!" Lei Long, the squad leader of the second platoon and third squad of the first rank of the second battalion, walked over with his bowl and said in a low voice, "Don't waste food. We will eat the food for the sacrificed comrades, and we will complete their unfinished revolutionary cause for them."

"Add to eat!"

"Add me a bowl!~"

"I want it too!"

At some point, more and more soldiers stood behind Lei Long, and everyone's eyes were filled with grief and indignation and determination. Yes, the martyrs who died still needed the alive to complete their unsuccessful career for them. Although every soldier was full, he still had to compete to add a little more. Even Li Wei walked up and added a spoonful of food like everyone else. Fan Guowen, who usually smiled and smiled like a revolutionary soldier, also came over silently and added another bowl of rice to himself. Although his stomach was very uncomfortable, his heart was even more uncomfortable like everyone else.

"Okay, okay!" The chef squad leader looked at the fighting faces in front of him, quickly wiped his tears and brought several other cooks to add food and soup to everyone.

"Tongfu, what's wrong!? What's the loss of the arsenal? As long as people keep it, it's enough. These broken houses in the factory can be built if they are broken." When Director Li saw Zheng Tongfu, the director of the arsenal's technical department, directing the arsenal workers to move the machinery and equipment back to the production factory, he always looked at the east side and was distracted from time to time.

"No, factory manager, I, I'm thinking about Brother Wei, I don't know how it is." Zheng Tongfu looked at the factory area that was already full of wickedness, and suddenly felt lost. At the most critical moment in the battle, the 129th Division returned to support and drove away the Japanese army. At present, these factories have been broken into ruins by the war. What about Li Wei's side?! It was the Nong who heard about the strategic arrangements of his superiors. Li Wei's troops should be stubbornly blocking the enemy's heavy troops. The information on the battlefield was almost as common as usual. Zheng Tongfu really didn't want to hear the news about Li Wei's death.

"That boy?! Hey, I really don't know what he was thinking. He must collect practical weapon data and refuse to come back." Old Director Li was also worried. Li Wei was also a member of his old Li family. In his eyes, this little head was no different from his grand nephew. After Zheng Tongfu said this, Old Director Li also felt a little worried.

"Li Wei?! Stop kidding, that kid is very evil. I believe that others will sacrifice. It would be strange if this kid can sacrifice on the battlefield. I think that kid was fooling our spy group and ended the mission without any harm under my nose. Old Li, Comrade Zheng, please rest assured." The leader of the spy group pretended to be a smile and persuaded Director Li and Zheng Tongfu to have a tough fight with the Japanese.

After the war, the secret service regiment roughly counted the casualties. The secret service regiment only sacrificed 44 people and suffered 122 serious injuries. Compared with the so-called Japanese main combat troops of the Iron Regiment, the casualties between the enemy and us were only six to one. Of course, this is inseparable from the powerful firepower and equipment assistance of the arsenal and the hard training of the secret service regiment. This battle also allowed the leaders of Yan'an to see that if the Eighth Route Army can improve its weapons and equipment and fully equipped it, its combat effectiveness will be almost unprecedentedly strong. The secret service regiment lost in the Yan'an competition can be considered to have been found in the Huangyadong battle in the first division.

"Okay, don't think too much. I'll send a telegram to the 3rd Independent Regiment of the 115th Division to ask about Comrade Li Wei's situation, don't worry." The mood of the secret service regiment became happy after the battle ended. Under the pursuit of the 129th Division, if the Japanese army's 222nd Regiment, if they did not run faster, they would probably have to explain it to the basis.

"Yes, Comrade Zheng Tongfu, don't think too much, let's resume production as soon as possible." Director Li, the old director, responded first, patted Zheng Tongfu on the shoulder and said, "Calculate, how many days will the arsenal take to resume production?"

"Oh, according to the current loss of the factory, the reloading of bullets can start now. The production of newly loaded bullet assembly lines and grenades is expected to take three days to debug the machine. The repair of firearms requires the day after tomorrow to arrange personnel. Raw material reserves have not been lost at present. Because the production plant is seriously damaged, many buildings need to be rebuilt. Because of insufficient manpower, comrades from the secret service regiment need to be assisted. In addition, mines and bombs outside the defense positions need to be cleaned up. If they are to be officially restored, they need to be officially restored.

The production situation will take half a month or even one month, and the precision machine tool workshop will take two months to complete assembly and debugging. At present, the R&D team still needs to digest and sort out the new weapon parameters accumulated in this battle, and the research on new technology may be temporarily interrupted." When talking about work, Zheng Tongfu immediately entered the state. He knew the situation of the arsenal well and did not disappoint Li Wei's expectation that he handed over the second in command of the arsenal to him, and immediately sorted out the work he was going to do clearly.

Under the command of Director Li and Zheng Tongfu, Huang Yadong Arsenal, with the assistance of the soldiers of the secret service regiment, entered the busy reconstruction work. The old factory buildings were demolished. As the saying goes, the old ones did not go away and the new ones did not come. In order to adapt to future development, the construction of the arsenal was broken and then established, and the locations of each workshop and department were re-planned to achieve the best efficiency combination.

"Brother Wei, you have been holding this bayonet for most of a day. Are you tired?! Alas, look at your injury, why don't you scream in pain?" Health officer Lin Xinyu was treating Li Wei's injuries, but his thrilling scars didn't get Li Wei's moan at all, as if the wounds on his body were not his. Instead, Lin Xinyu felt heartbroken and was hurt, and he personally cleaned his wounds and applied medicine.

Li Wei seemed to have never heard of it. He let Lin Xinyu fiddled with it, but he stared blankly at the fighting thorn in his hand. He sat on a bench wearing only a pair of shorts. After the battle, he almost left him with bloody mouths all over his body, and could hardly find a piece of good meat.

Even if there was a scorching sting from the wound, Li Wei only had the dark fighting sting in his eyes. It was made of the top-level material of the arsenal, and after a series of battles, it only had extremely minor damage. After drinking the blood of the enemy, it was almost like a magic weapon in Li Wei's eyes.
Chapter completed!