Phoenix Mountain Munitions Factory, office!
A bespectacled young man in a military uniform was holding a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other. He was reporting the situation of the factory to Factory Manager Chen with a look of admiration.
" Minister, the Phoenix Mountain Munitions Factory currently has more than 3,000 workers and more than 1,300 skilled workers. Among them, 37 of them are senior technicians who have reached professional standards, 178 are junior technicians, and the rest are apprentice technicians.”
"Last month, a total of 12,000 ordinary rifles, 1,500 AK semi-automatic rifles, 600 rocket launchers, 3,000,000 bullets, 200,000 grenades, and 26,000 rocket launchers were produced."
"The steel mill produced a total of 35 tons of steel last month, including two tons of special steel."
" The oil extraction plant produced a total of 90,000 barrels of oil last month, 54,000 barrels of gasoline, 18,000 barrels of diesel, 16,000 barrels of kerosene, and asphalt."
“,,,,,,”
On the side, Chen Qi listened attentively to the report of the comrade from the statistics department, but his mind was thinking about how to further increase the output and efficiency of the arsenal.
It was obvious that the Munitions Factory had reached a bottleneck.
Although the firearms, ammunition, weapons, and equipment produced by the Phoenix Mountain Arsenal in a month were more than ten times the annual production of all the factories of the Eighth Route Army.
However, compared to the Wei Nation, this amount of production was far from enough.
Not only did they have cars, but they also had steel guns, mortars, cannons, planes, tanks, warships, and so on.
What about the Phoenix Mountain Munitions Factory?
The Phoenix Mountain Munitions Factory had almost reached its maximum production capacity.
If he wanted all the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army to have a steel gun, he would have to produce it day and night for several years.
These were just ordinary rifles. It would take decades for them to be equipped with AK47s.
It could make people wait until the flowers bloomed and withered.
When would he be able to do it?
If the arsenal could produce one more steel gun and one more bullet, it would give the soldiers on the front line more protection and kill one more Japanese.
Therefore, training advanced technicians, opening a branch factory, and increasing the production capacity of the arsenal needed to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
As Chen Qi thought about this, he raised his head to look at Tang Xiaoyou, who was listening to him with fascination, and said,""Inform the persons-in-charge of the Munitions Factory, Oil Factory, Steel Factory, and other departments that there will be a meeting at four o'clock this afternoon. If there are no special missions, everyone must be present!”
"Roger!"
Even though she usually played around and laughed, Tang Xiaoyou still gave Minister Chen a lot of face in formal occasions.
After receiving the order, he immediately recorded it in his notebook and prepared to inform the heads of the other departments later to inform them of the meeting.
Of course, what Chen Qi did not know was that when he ordered the main person-in-charge of the Phoenix Mountain Munitions Factory to come to the meeting…
A few people who were dressed strangely and had strange movements somehow passed through the outer defense line of the Munitions Factory and sneaked near it.
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In a dense forest fifty miles away from the Phoenix Mountain Munitions Factory, a few sneaky figures were hiding in the grass.
Apart from a middle-aged man who was dressed like a local farmer in Yanzhou, the rest of the people were dressed in black tight-fitting night clothes, wearing masks, and holding tachi in their hands.
One of the Japanese ninjas, who had the fiercest aura and the heaviest killing intent, looked at the middle-aged man dressed as a local farmer and said,"Ozawa-kun, are you sure it's three o'clock in the afternoon?”
The middle-aged man called Ozawa-kun answered seriously when he heard the ninja's question.
"Hayi, Lord Koga-sama, please rest assured. This humble official guarantees in the name of His Majesty the Emperor that the news sent by Mr. Yamada is definitely at 3 p. m.”
Mr. Ozawa, whose full name was Junichiro Ozawa, was a Japanese spy. Three years ago, he was ordered to lurk in Yanzhou and usually acted as a low-class citizen.
Because he was very good at disguising himself, no one had discovered his identity as a Japanese spy.
The Yamada he mentioned was also a spy from the Wei Nation. However, unlike the farmer that Junichiro Ozawa disguised himself as, Yamada was more cunning. He had already infiltrated the Eighth Route Army's oil refinery and became an oil factory worker, responsible for transporting oil to the Phoenix Mountain Arsenal.
As for Kaga, his full name was Shinji Kaga, and he was from a mysterious organization in the Wei Nation. He was responsible for assassinating important enemy figures, stealing intelligence, sabotaging the enemy's rear, tactical beheading, and other activities.
Of course, the reason why Junichiro Ozawa was so respectful to Kaga Shinji was not only because of the mysterious organization behind Kaga Shinji, but also because he had heard of the story of Kaga Shinji challenging the Sword Saint Yagyu Tamari when he was in the Wei Nation.
This was a legendary man in the Wei Nation. Not only did he have a prominent background, but he also had extraordinary strength. He was a super soldier trained by the Wei Nation.
Obey the strong!
This was the nature of the Wei Nation.
They would be as obedient as dogs when facing the strong.
When facing the weak, they would be as cruel as wolves.
This was the nature of the people of the Wei Nation, and it had never changed for thousands of years.
Therefore, when Junichiro Ozawa heard Shinji Kaga's question, he did not dare to hide anything and answered humbly.
"Oh my, no one doubts Ozawa-kun's loyalty to His Majesty. In that case, let's wait a little longer!”
Just as Shinji Kaga and Junichiro Ozawa were exchanging questions, a man dressed like a ninja jumped down from a nearby tree like a monkey.
"Sir, a strange car is coming from the direction of the Eighth Route Army's oil refinery.”
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