Liang Jian: I Created Katyusha, and Lao Li Went Crazy

On the day when he traveled through time and became the logistics clerk of the Independent Regiment, Wang Yu just wanted to survive. The main force of the Japanese army was surrounded by 3,000 people. Each person in the company had fifteen rounds of ammunition, and they couldn't even get the manpower to fight with bayonets. Captain Wang spread out the map and pointed at the dead end: "It's over." No one expects a scholar who can't carry a gun. Until Wang Yu demolished the walls of fellow pig pens, melted the seized steel pipes, and emptied out the gunpowder from discarded grenades. Forty minutes later, an iron pipe spurted out flames, and a dead tree 200 meters away exploded into two pieces. When Li Yunlong saw the chemical formula on the account book, his eyes were as big as a bell. Twelve rays of fire at dawn exploded into the Yangcun Highlands, and the Japanese military headquarters was wiped out in ashes. "Good boy! You're a fucking treasure!" The independent regiment, which was short of artillery and ammunition, was waiting for a madman who could rub out hope with his hands. Rockets, time mines, and earthen tanks, he is the invader's worst nightmare and the most fragile lifeblood of the entire regiment. Wang Yu, 24 years old, is a graduate student in the Department of Chemical Engineering at Tsinghua University. The hand holding the pen now holds the life of the entire independent regiment. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.