I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 42 Brigadier: Li Yunlong, I congratulate you on getting rich
In one year, Daming's industry and agriculture were on the right track.

Jiajing only arranges personnel appointments for the affairs of the court, and as for how to do it, he is naturally the hands-off shopkeeper.

If you have time, you can meditate and practice innate skills, or attack Gong Er, or watch Li Yunlong beat devils, or watch Wang Chongyang kill the golden dog...

What a beautiful little day!

The independent regiment headquarters is still an earthen house. Li Yunlong sat cross-legged on the kang, humming a little song, drinking a little wine, and eating fried peanuts, not to mention how happy he was.

Li Yunlong had already pocketed the first batch of Daming made by Jiajing to Gong Er.

The hand grenades made by the Ming Dynasty are a level higher than those made in the Taihang Arsenal's native border area.

In all fairness, Li Yunlong didn't think that kind of earthen grenade was any good at all, it was far worse than the lemon grenade used by the Japanese army.

The quality of the cast iron projectiles made in the border area is too poor, and sometimes they only explode in half after the explosion, and the killing effect of the shrapnel is extremely bad. This kind of thing often delays things in battle.

But then again, it is impossible to open up supply troops even in this kind of border area.

In the words of Li Yunlong: It is a good plaster that can pull out pus, and it is better than nothing.

But now, with [-] hand grenades made in Ming Dynasty, [-] flying thunder cannons, [-] explosive packs, and half a year's rations for the whole regiment in his pockets, Li Yunlong straightened his waist.

Not to mention, the three masters have already recruited a platoon of soldiers to teach martial arts hand in hand.

As for where these equipment and food come from, Li Yunlong doesn't care.

Miss Gong Er is such a character, with thousands of troops and horses, coming and going freely in the rain of bullets, it is not easy to get some weapons to pass through the enemy-occupied area.

"It won't be long before my old Li will have an army of warriors!"

"Tsk! This wine smells so good!"

"The local rich man is not as comfortable as me!"

Right now Li Yunlong is living the life of a local rich man, although the new political commissar Zhao Gang is a bit annoying.

"Recruit some more soldiers and build the independent regiment into a reinforced regiment with thousands of people. On that day..."

"It's even more beautiful!"

After talking about this, Li Yunlong quickly picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

Daming Yujiu is naturally fragrant and pure, Li Yunlong smashed it, smashed it: cool!

At this time, Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion, shouted outside the door: "Report!"

Li Yunlong: "Come in!"

Zhang Dabiao strode into the inner room hung with rag curtains: "Commander!"

Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Dabiao with a satisfied look on his face, and brought the wine bowl in front of him: "Da Biao, you did a good job following Kong Er this time, with [-] army horses, I can make a cavalry battalion. Come on, you There are also two quarrels."

Zhang Dabiao never knew how to write the word "polite", so he took the wine bowl from Li Yunlong's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hey hey?"

The corner of Li Yunlong's mouth twitched, and he said hastily, "You bastard, I'm always squinting, you think it's sweet potato burn! Why are you so sincere, you gave me to drink it?"

Zhang Dabiao licked his lips and said with a smile: "Head, what kind of wine is this! Why is it so fragrant?"

Li Yunlong stuffed a peanut into his mouth in pain: "Mr. Gong gave it, it's precious! It's gone!"

"Leader, give me another sip." Zhang Dabiao said: "I will taste it carefully this time."

"Go, go, go..." Li Yunlong sealed the wine jar: "burn the sweet potatoes and pour it yourself..."

Li Yunlong has his own way of leading troops, he is stingy externally, but internally he protects his shortcomings and is very precious.

Zhang Dabiao didn't pour his wine, but stood upright, and said: "Commander, you see, I've been with you for so long, so I'll give you the Flying Thunder Cannon in the warehouse!"

"Go, go, you kid actually planned on me flying thunder cannons? I'm going to make a cannon camp..."

As soon as Zhang Dabiao was sent away, Zhao Gang walked into the regiment headquarters, behind him a brigade soldier walked in holding a hand-cranked telephone, and another engineer took a black telephone line, and then began to give the telephone wiring.

After a while, the task was completed, and the brigade soldiers said to Li Yunlong: "Commander Li, the telephone line has been connected, you can contact the brigade, division and headquarters at any time, by the way, the brigade commander asked me to give you a sentence After the telephone line is connected, the brigade commander will ask you to make a call to the brigade headquarters."

"Oh! The Brigadier misses me, Old Li!"

Even though he said that, Li Yunlong's heart skipped a beat.

These years, the brigade commander has beaten him a lot!

Standing in front of the telephone, Li Yunlong walked back and forth like an ant on a hot pot.

Zhao Gang sat down on the kang, grabbed a handful of peanuts and chewed them. He is not tall, a little thin, with a fair complexion and a bookish look.

Moreover, he is not yet 25 years old. Although he is young, he has a lot of experience.

Before entering the regular army of the Eighth Route Army, he was already one of the leaders of the [-]th Movement and a student of Yenching University in Peking.

Such a high degree of education is rare among the troops of the Eighth Route Army.

"Captain Li, what are you doing?"

"Political Commissar Zhao, tell me, why did the brigade commander ask me to call?"

"I don't know that."

"If the brigade commander wants Miss Gong Er and the others, what do you think I should do?"

"..."

Immediately, the peanuts in Zhao Gang's hand were no longer fragrant.

To be honest, Zhao Gang was moved when he first saw Gong Er.

"Ugh!"

Li Yunlong grabbed the receiver vigorously, shook the handle twice, and then put the receiver to his ear: "Hey, this is the independent regiment, pick me up with the brigade headquarters."

After a while, the brigade commander's hearty and heroic laughter rang in Li Yunlong's ears: "Li Yunlong, I congratulate you on getting rich!"

The brigade commander's smiling face immediately appeared in Li Yunlong's mind.

Resisting the panic, he hurriedly said: "Brigade Commander, why are you getting rich? The poor are almost begging for food."

The brigade commander's loud voice rang out: "Can you hide it from me, kid? Let me tell you, I found out yesterday. Tell me honestly, how much benefit have you Li Yunlong gained?"

Li Yunlong frowned, beaming with joy, and said: "It's not much, just the equipment of a cavalry battalion, I'm going to form a cavalry battalion."

The brigade commander said with a sneer, "Hey, if you can, your regiment will form a cavalry battalion. Then should my brigade form a cavalry regiment?"

Li Yunlong nodded and bowed across the phone line, flatteringly said: "Should be, for your reputation as brigade commander, you don't have many cavalry divisions!"

The brigade commander seemed to smash the horsewhip in his hand on the table, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, leave a company's equipment, and send the rest to the brigade headquarters for me, no discounts are allowed!"

They are all familiar with the road, and Li Yunlong immediately yelled: "What are you doing, Brigadier, robbing? You can just shoot me, no, no, absolutely no."

"No? Well, then we have to talk about it. You mobilized a battalion of troops without asking for instructions. Isn't this a small crime?"

Li Yunlong said sullenly: "Brigade Commander, did you agree to this?"

"I agree?" The brigade commander laughed "haha" and said, "Who can prove it to you?"

Li Yunlong was in a hurry and smiled so anxiously.

He doesn't like military horses or anything now.

As long as he doesn't touch his swordsman master, he can say anything.

Immediately, he happily sent General Zhang Dabiao to the brigade headquarters, along with a jar of fine wine...

(End of this chapter)