Although Yan Zhiguo was a major and had the title of Inspector General, many titles were just empty titles and did not have any real power.
The leaders of the various armies were naturally unconvinced.
The young man was not angry. On the contrary, he admired everyone's behavior. It did not matter if the bones were hard, as long as they were broken!
Yan Zhiguo waved his hand and called someone over. It was Li Yunlong, the commander of the Independent Regiment.
"An insignificant matter, right? Do you know what kind of gun this is?"
Everyone looked over. The rifle in Yan Zhiguo's hand was well-made and had smooth lines. Yang Aiyuan frowned. He had never even heard of it, let alone seen it.
Yan Zhiguo sneered in his heart and continued,
M-1 Garderland semi-automatic rifle, authentic American goods! Caliber:7.62x63, overall length:1105 mm, barrel length:610 mm, weight:4.25 kg "
"Bang!"
"Open your eyes and take a good look! Could such a gun be manufactured in China? How dare you say that the Munitions Factory is unimportant? Could it be that we have to rely on the fire sticks in your hands to kill the enemy? Or do you want my 200,000 Jin soldiers to fight with the enemy?”
The expression of the 13 Gangsters became more and more solemn. The rifle in front of him was simply a work of art.
Everyone was very useless as they touched and looked around, unwilling to put down the precious treasures in their hands.
"Major, is this rifle you're talking about as powerful as ours?”
Yan Zhiguo laughed out loud. Li Yunlong stepped forward and picked up the rifle.
"Look carefully, a group of people who have never seen the world!”
Li Yun Long's ridicule made everyone's face sink. In the next second, their mouths were wide open and they could not say a word.
The handsome young man, who claimed to be from a remote village, reloaded his magazine, turned his gun to a deserted place, and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang!
A series of bullets flew out from the muzzle, shattering the items in the hall.
The shooting stopped, and the venue was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The sound of swallowing was very abrupt in the quiet venue. Soon, there were voices.
"Damn, is this a f * cking rifle?”
"What is this! It's too terrifying!"
"Cough cough!"
Only then did everyone realize that they had lost their composure and their expressions were awkward.
Even Yang Aiyuan, who had started the fight, was now blushing, unable to hide the shock in his heart.
Seeing that the fire was almost ready, Yan Zhiguo calmed down a little and his tone gradually softened.
The 13 Gangsters had a complicated expression. Yan Zhiguo continued to strike while the iron was hot.
Sun Chu pondered for a moment, then stood up and asked,
"Young Marshal, how does your equipment compare to Old Jiang's? Also, can it be mass-produced?"
"Don't worry, we're all brothers. What I gave Jin Jun is definitely the best. Not to mention Old Jiang, even in the entire China, it's hard to find a match. As for mass production, it's definitely not a problem, as long as you..."
The young man paused. Yang Aiyuan sighed as if he had made a decision.
"Then we'll listen to the young marshal!"
Since the boss was acting like this, his subordinates also expressed their stance.
"We will follow the Young Marshal's lead!"
"We will follow the Young Marshal's lead!"
"We will follow the Young Marshal's lead!"
After subduing this group of old foxes, things progressed much smoother.
After all, he was also a warrior who led an army on a campaign. He did not have so many twists and turns. He believed in the principle that his fist was bigger.
More than a week later, the 20 million military expenditure was gathered, and West City officially took a step towards the military field!
Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching the system prodigal judgment and obtaining the system reward.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward of silver dollars * 8 million character cards *5 resource cards *10
[Material Card: Munitions Factory Blueprint x7]
[Material Card: All kinds of production lines in the arsenal * 6,000]
[Material Card: M1 Rifle Blueprint *1 Various Spare Part * 30,000]
The production lines of firearms were in full swing.
Yan Zhiguo squinted his eyes and basked in the sun on the rocking chair.
Talents, spare parts, blueprints, it was not a problem for a young man to have a system. He just needed to squander, squander, and squander again.
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