Liang Jian: I will take Li Yunlong to engage in military industry

Hearing what Yu Ye said, Li Yunlong immediately became energetic.

Rob the kid?

This is what Lao Li is good at.

"Lao Yu, just hurry up and start producing this gun for us, and I will take this gun to get the copper back for you."

Li Yunlong's eyes were shining with eagerness to try.

"If we follow the production method of new bullets, the copper material we have now is estimated to be able to produce less than 100,000 bullets. Based on the current number of more than 1,000 people in the Independent Regiment, the average number of bullets per capita is only more than 80 bullets.

It should be enough for you to use for a while. It's not time to grab the copper mines controlled by the Japanese just yet.

However, this must be included in the long-term plan of our independent group."

Yu Ye reminded

"No problem. Now that we have the direction, it will be easy to handle. Otherwise, we would be like headless flies bumping into each other in every direction."Li Yunlong said with a shy smile.

"We can also take over some of the copper materials captured by the brothers' troops and use them first. They previously seized a lot of copper coins from the landowners' wealth, but now they can't spend the money, so they can use it to make copper materials."Zhao Gang also reminded

"That's okay"

"Now that we have a stable source of cotton, we can now use saltpeter and sulfuric acid to produce nitric acid. We also have a large number of steel rails stolen from the devils. With the current chemical raw materials, we can also mass-produce primers.

Now I'm just waiting for you, Lao Li, to help me get stable copper materials.

As long as this is done, our independent regiment will have no shortage of bullets in the future."

"Okay, you can leave this to Lao Li. Even if I, Lao Li, can't figure it out, just say hello, I guess the brigade commander and division commander will rush to solve the problem for you."

"By the way, Lao Yu, does your gun have a name? Li Yunlong asked

"not yet"

"How about you give him a name now?"

"Yes, Lao Yu, I think foreign countries call it Mauser rifle or something like that. How about naming it after you? What do you think about calling it Yuye rifle?"

Yu Ye:"......"

Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Yu Ye almost shed a cold sweat.

It seems a bit unethical to do this.

When we got Maozi's gun, we started to imitate it. After so many years, we didn't pay anyone a penny in patent fees, which made Mr. Kalashnikov resentful.

Moreover, we also used 56 flushes to dry up the hair, which made the old man even more unhappy.

Now that Yu Ye directly takes the title of the inventor of this world's magic gun, Yu Ye himself feels that it is a bit unkind.

He could only refuse:"Actually, I didn't design this gun, it was designed by an old friend of mine. I can't take away his reputation.""

"Lao Yu, what's your friend's name?"

Yu Ye:"......"

I never see you, Li Yunlong, having so many questions. Why do you have to break the casserole and ask the truth today?

"Let’s call this gun 56 punch."

Yu Ye ended the conversation neatly. If he continued to ask more questions, he might have revealed Kalashnikov's name.

This thing will be difficult to explain. At this time, the monk came over to report , it was said that the pig that the cooking class bought from a fellow villager had arrived. It was fat and strong, weighing three to four hundred pounds. It was a big fat pig.

When he said this, the monk's eyes were shining, and he was filled with a kind of feeling."I want to eat".

The monk rubbed his hands, walked to Yu Ye and said tactfully:"Minister Yu, you said I would test the gun for you every day. This dozens of kilograms of Gatling is quite heavy for me to hold. Can I eat pork to replenish my body?"

"Hey! You flower monk!"

Yu Ye complained angrily.

"Well, let’s do this, do me a favor, and once you’re done, I’ll let you come to our Liaoyuan Arsenal to eat meat!"

The monk wiped two handfuls of saliva that was about to drip out, and said with a smile:"Sir, I didn't say anything, even if you don't give me meat, I will definitely do whatever you ask me to do, monk."

"That works!"

As he said that, Yu Ye took out a stick-like object wrapped in cotton cloth from his arms.

It was estimated to be a foot and a half long, which is about 40 centimeters.

Yu Ye handed the thing to the monk's hand and gestured:" Monk, please open it and take a look."

The monk was a little confused, but he still opened the cotton cloth, and it was a military spur made of steel.

Wow!

A 56-type three-edged military spur.

In the morning sun, this sharp weapon did not reflect any light.

The blade was prism-shaped. , with blood slots opened on three sides, the monk knew at a glance that this guy was definitely an unparalleled murder weapon.

"Monk, I just told the group leader that I would kill the pigs I bought, but look at me, a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken, how can I dare to kill pigs or have the strength to kill pigs?

Help me kill the pig I bought with this thing, so that our leader can open his eyes.

If you can kill that pig with one knife, I will let you come to our Liaoyuan Arsenal to eat pork. what do you think?"

Yu Ye pointed to the three-edged military thorn in the monk's hand and said with a smile.

The monk listened to Yu Ye's words, but he didn't believe a word of the first half of Minister Yu's words.

What does it mean to be a weak scholar ? Don't you dare to kill pigs?

Who was the one who personally killed more than a hundred Japanese prisoners in Lijiapo with a Czech style? If it wasn't the gentle-looking Minister Yu in front of me, then who was it

? The kind-looking scholar in front of me personally killed more than a dozen Japs with his gun.

Maybe the number of Japs he killed with his own hands was less than that of Yu

Ye, at least the monk didn't believe it. Yes.

But for the sake of pork, the monk is happy to kill the pig.

"Minister, I'm done. I have to go to your place to eat pork."

"Hahaha."

Just do it. The monk followed Yu Ye and the three of them to the cooking class with the three-edged military thorn.

The fat pig of nearly 400 kilograms that he had just bought was still eating at the door of the cooking class. The cooking class picked up the rotten vegetable leaves and threw them away. The monk did not feel the coming of death at all.

The monk shouted to the cooking class leader:"Squad leader Lao Hong, come out quickly, take a basin, collect the pig blood, and you will become Maoxuewang in a while." eat"

"Alas, good."

The monk held the basin handed over by squad leader Lao Hong in his left hand, and in his right hand he picked up the three-edged military thorn that Yu Ye gave him. He walked in three steps and two steps at a time, and came to the side of the nearly 400 kilogram fat pig. Without hesitation, he stabbed the fat pig's neck with his knife.

Poof.

Before the nearly 400 kilogram fat pig could even utter a sound, a stream of blood spurted out from its neck and fell into the basin that caught the blood. The pig was about to struggle out of instinct, but was held down by the monk.

With such force, the 400-pound pig could not move for only half a minute! The fat pig was so limp that all the blood had been drained from his body.