Chapter 360 It’s your turn, the Sixtieth Army, next!

"And those swamps are all top-quality fertile fields. As long as we find a way to drain the water from the swamps, they will become fertile fields." Cun Yunsheng explained to Lin Yi.

"So in the future, we need to open up more land and grow more food. Only with sufficient food can we have more confidence in the future."

Hearing this, Lin Yi nodded as if he understood, but then asked again.

“How do you drain this swamp?”

He really didn't understand this. To him, either filling up the swamp or draining it?
Isn't this a joke?

"It's very simple. Dig a ditch on both sides of the swamp, so that the water in the swamp will slowly seep out." Cun Yunsheng began to tell him about the experience of Beidahuang and how to solve the swamp problem.

Although Cun Yunsheng only remembered a small part, but once he understood one method, he could understand all methods. Now that he had an idea, the rest were just some details. He could find some experienced people to try.

Seeing Lin Yi record this matter, Cun Yunsheng nodded and then asked with concern.

"In addition to fertilizers, we also need to improve our mechanization level. I read a research report that says the utilization rate of tractors is not high. Can you give an explanation?"

Hearing this, Lin Yi frowned. In fact, the Sichuan Army also produced tractors. After all, this thing grew along with the tank industry.

A tractor driver can become a tank driver after a little training, and a tractor factory can become a tank by just a little modification when equipped with weapons.

At present, the output of tractors is still relatively small, but there can still be a few per month.

It would be more appropriate to call this thing a German Type 1 tank rather than a tractor.

Because Cun Yunsheng asked Germany to provide equipment, one of which was the No. 1 tank production line.

William was very confused at the time. Why would they need such an obsolete production line?
But Cun Yunsheng did not explain, but said that he was useful.

And its use is to produce tractors.

Although the Type 1 tank has been eliminated, the tractor is indeed a good thing.

It can greatly save manpower.

Improve production efficiency.

It’s just that the production volume wasn’t very good at the beginning, and the sales volume wasn’t very good either.

The main reason is that ordinary people can’t afford this thing. Even if they can afford it, they won’t use it, so basically no one cares about it.

"Sir, our tractor production is not high, and not many people buy them. If we expand the production of tractors, it may be a burden for us." Lin Yi thought about it and explained.

"My Commander Ayi, do you know how strict the control of food is in various countries now? Do you know what food means? With food, countless people will be able to survive, and Shancheng is also determined to persist in the war of resistance." Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said with a smile.

Although he is not short of food now, it is still not enough.

Especially during this period, the demand for food is increasing.

More and more people came to him to buy food.

To put it bluntly, if he sells at a low price, it will naturally attract more people.

Of course, because of his cheap rice, he saved more lives.

"Yes, Sir." Lin Yi thought about it and nodded.

"Ayi, don't worry if no one buys it after it is produced. This is a good thing that can greatly improve production efficiency. It has only benefits and no harm to us. We should not resist it." Cun Yunsheng said again.

"Well, let's go and see our tractor factory."

"Yes!" Lin Yi nodded.

The Sichuan Army's tractor factory directly used the German Army's production technology.

Although the Type 1 tank is not very good, it is still good when turned into a tractor.

Ordinary people don't need to work very quickly, as long as it is stable, flexible and cheap, because farmers care about cost-effectiveness.

In fact, Cun Yunsheng has another option, which is to produce tractors based on the Renault-17 tank, which is also a good choice.

But he gave up and directly chose Tank No. 1.

"Not bad!" When he arrived at the production factory, Cun Yunsheng looked at the tractor in front of him and said with a smile.

"Can I try it?"

"can!"

Soon, under the command of the engineer, five tractors that had been prepared began to plow the wasteland.

After reading it, Cun Yunsheng was a little surprised and said, "Hey, the speed is quite fast, not bad, it's really good."

"Sir, this tractor is based on the No. 1 tank. After our modification, not only has its speed increased, but its fuel consumption has also been greatly reduced. It is also very flexible in steering and other aspects. It is definitely an excellent tractor." The engineer in charge of the explanation said quickly.

"Well, it's indeed not expensive, but what about the price and output?" Cun Yunsheng asked curiously.

For him, output and price are what he cares most about. If the price is cheap, then he can indeed consider promoting it vigorously. After all, this can actually increase people's income.

After all, ordinary people are still very poor. If the price is too high, it will only be a luxury for ordinary people.

"As for the price, due to the low production capacity, the cost is a bit high. The price of a tractor is about one thousand yuan. However, if the production capacity is increased, the price may be reduced. If the annual output reaches 3,000 vehicles, it should be able to drop to 500 yuan." The engineer quickly gave a price.

"One thousand yuan? This price is not cheap. Even for our officers, it is very expensive. And if you change it to five hundred yuan, it is still a bit expensive. Our ordinary people don't have that much money." Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"So, each tractor is priced at three hundred."

The engineer next to him immediately became anxious. Three hundred yuan meant a huge loss. However, Cun Yunsheng waved his hand and signaled him not to worry.

"Don't get excited, that's just the price we sell it to farmers. As for the difference, I will subsidize you and you won't lose money."

Hearing this, the engineer was immediately surprised. He did not expect that subsidies would be provided in this way.

However, Lin Yi on the side was excited, because it meant that they had to spend some money again, and the key point was that they were short of money now.

The missiles mentioned above are a hugely expensive project.

Ten missiles directly sent out ten infantry battalions.

Although I have some money now, I can't squander it like this. Without waiting for Lin Yi to speak, Cun Yunsheng continued.

"Don't interrupt me, I haven't finished yet. Production will be increased to 5,000 vehicles per year, and farmers will be allowed to take out loans."

"Ayi, don't worry about that little money. We will get more." Cun Yunsheng stared at him and said word by word.

"Yes! Sir!" Lin Yi said weakly. It's your money anyway, not his. Just spend it.

Then, Cun Yunsheng patted Lin Yi and said, "You should broaden your horizons. With the increase in grain production, you won't have to worry about making money in the future. The Japanese devils next door have robbed a lot of money from us, and they will have to pay it back slowly."

The climate here is mild, and three rice crops can be grown in a year. The increased efficiency means increased yields.

By then, he will be the largest grain trader and can completely manipulate the price of grain to gain more profits.

More importantly, didn’t the Japanese steal so much gold in India?

When the time comes, we will sell the grain at a high price and squeeze these Japanese devils hard.

"Are you going to sell food to the Japanese army?" Lin Yi asked in surprise.

"What? You don't think it's aiding the enemy? The Japanese are short of food now. They have robbed so many things from us. They will have to spit them out. Don't worry, I won't be stupid enough to sell food to the Japanese. I will definitely add some things." Cun Yunsheng said meaningfully.

What's the most here?
Apart from food, there is that thing.

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"Commander, we have a call from the 100th Division on the front line..." At this time, a staff officer hurried in and said anxiously to Yamashita Tomoyuki.

"What's the matter?" Lieutenant General Yamashita Tomoyuki asked hurriedly.

"The natives on the opposite side have broken through the defense line of the 100th Division..." said the staff officer with a look of despair.

"Damn it, what's going on? If I remember correctly, the 100th Division's defense line was reinforced. How could it be broken through so quickly?" Lieutenant General Yamashita Tomoyuki asked angrily.

The original defense line had various loopholes, so Lieutenant General Yamashita Tomoyuki recruited local natives to reinforce the original defense system. According to his estimation, even if they fought to the last soldier, they could hold out for several months. Now, it has been broken through in just a few days. This is simply incredible.

"We have reinforced it, but the attack of the natives is too fierce, we can't stop them at all." The call was answered by the operator at this time, and the commander of the 100th Division, Lieutenant General Jiro Harada, said with a sad face on the other end of the phone.

"Why don't you ask for reinforcements? Do you have a pig brain?" Lieutenant General Yamashita Tomoyuki wanted to shoot this guy. He was so stupid.

"Commander, it's not that we don't want to request reinforcements, but the offensive of the indigenous army is too fierce. Their heavy artillery and naval guns are bombarding our positions..." His voice became smaller and smaller at the end, because he really couldn't afford to lose face.

"Baga, you idiot, you pig, how did you promise me that this line of defense could hold out for at least a month? How long has it been? And it's lost? Do you know what this means?" If he had been at the scene at this moment, Lieutenant General Yamashita Tomoyuki would probably have pulled out his pistol and shot the bastard.

"Commander, it's not that I'm incompetent, it's just that the enemy's firepower is too strong. They almost hit all the shells on my head. I couldn't stop it at all." Lieutenant General Jiro Harada said helplessly.

He didn't want to be called a waste, but the enemy's firepower was indeed very fierce. Heavy artillery shells fell towards him like they were free, plowing the entire position over and over again. The devastating explosion was so powerful and violent that even if he was watching from a distance, he could still feel its force and brutality.

The air was filled with the smell of burning gunpowder. The enemy didn't want to waste time at all, and a large number of shells fell, as if to kill everyone on the position.

There were explosions after explosions, endlessly. There were still endless explosions after the explosions. Howitzers, naval guns, howitzers, bombers, endless shells vented their anger.

How to defend with this kind of firepower?
He is from the third line division.

The combat capability itself is not that good. How can it fight back against the enemy's heavy artillery when it is equipped with a 75mm mountain cannon?

It's out of reach.

By the time he received reports from his subordinates, the front line of defense had already been torn apart.

What else could he say? He concentrated 50% of his elite troops on the front line, but they were blown up by the shells and had no temper at all.

He didn't even know where these natives got so many shells.

How did the Sichuan Army manage to have so many artillery shells?
It seems like it will never be used up.

Such a huge firepower cannot be resisted by a third-line division.

Unless there is funding from the heavy artillery brigade.

Otherwise it will be useless.

"Division Commander, what does the Commander say?" The Chief of Staff of the 100th Division asked hurriedly as soon as he hung up the phone.

"What else can we do? We have to hold our position for at least an hour. Reinforcements are on the way." The 100th Division sighed.

"An hour? I'm afraid we can't even hold on for half an hour. There are too many natives on the opposite side. There are so many of them, so densely packed. How can we defend? There are also overwhelming artillery shells outside, hitting the positions. The morale of the troops has dropped to the lowest." These words can be said to be quite desperate.

"What else can we do? The enemy's attack is so rapid, and it will take time to reinforce the troops." Lieutenant General Jiro Harada said helplessly.

"Have each wing burn its flag. Never allow a wing flag to be captured again."

"Hay."

"In addition, I will go to the front line myself. Everyone in the division headquarters will follow me to the area where the enemy is attacking!" Lieutenant General Jiro Harada said helplessly. He would take away all the soldiers who could move to block the broken defense line. If he could block it, he might still survive. If not, he would have to die in the front line.

"Your Excellency the division commander, you can't do that." The chief of staff quickly dissuaded him.

This is too dangerous.

Once Lieutenant General Jiro Harada was killed, the entire 100th Division would be doomed.

"It's already this time, nothing is impossible. Let's get ready, be prepared to die with honor. We must take back the position, otherwise, it means the loss of the Lion City behind us." Lieutenant General Jiro Harada took a deep breath. He knew that this was the time to die with honor. He even wrote a suicide note.

"This crime is so serious that I cannot bear it if I live. The only way is to die with honor."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the division headquarters fell silent. They stopped trying to persuade the enemy and instead packed up their weapons, burned the documents, and prepared to fight the enemy to the end.

On the other side, Duan Zhenguo, who was in charge of command at the front line, couldn't help but sigh as he watched the shells continuously falling on the Japanese positions.

The person who was most moved should be An Enpu next to him. As the commander of the 60th Army of the Yunnan Army, when had he ever seen such a prosperous war?
Hundreds of artillery pieces fired at the same time, there was naval gun support at sea, and bombers in the sky continuously bombarded the Japanese positions.

Such a rich battle really surprised him.

"Commander An, it's up to your 60th Army now." Duan Zhenguo turned his head and said seriously.

"Don't worry, leave it to us." An Enpu nodded.

(End of this chapter)