The Jinyang Munitions Factory, Fengtian Munitions Factory, and Hanyang Munitions Factory were the three largest military factories in the history of the Republic of China.
In another period of history, Yan Laoxi ruled Jinxi Province for 38 years.
This was directly related to the production of weapons and ammunition by the Jinyang Munitions Factory to recruit soldiers and horses to expand their forces.
However, from Yan Ziming's point of view, the Jinyang Munitions Factory did not produce a suitable heavy cannon until the end of the war.
This was a huge failure.
Therefore, Yan Ziming had already come up with a plan before he returned to the country.
Forming a new army was only the first step.
Controlling the Jin Yang Munitions Factory was the most important thing.
"Eldest Young Master wants to take over the Jin Yang Munitions Factory. Why is he acting on impulse?”
"Heh, I admit that the Eldest Young Master is good at war. Marshal Zhang and Marshal Wu have suffered quite a bit at his hands, but why does he want to take over the Jin Yang Munitions Factory?”
"We've controlled the Jin Yang Munitions Factory for so many years. Eldest Young Master can't leave us!”
After the news spread, a group of managers from the Jin Yang Munitions Factory discussed animatedly.
However, they did not think that the Eldest Young Master would do anything to them.
As old managers, they believed that after he left, the Jinyang Munitions Factory would definitely not be able to hold on.
All these old fellows were fearless.
However, what they did not know was that Yan Ziming had already invited an experienced military designer to Jinyang City.
"Ta Ta Ta!"
Accompanied by a series of crisp footsteps, Yan Ziming led his guards into the famous Jin Yang Munitions Factory.
When the managers of the Jin Yang Munitions Factory heard the news, they rushed over.
"Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Master!"
"Eldest Young Master, you're here?"
"Eldest Young Master, I didn't know you would suddenly visit. We haven't prepared anything yet!”
A few managers of the Jin Yang Munitions Factory went forward to curry favor.
Although these guys were all fearless.
However, they did not dare to be negligent towards the Eldest Young Master who was very likely to inherit the position of Marshal Yan.
"Yes!"
Yan Ziming only glanced at the crowd. He did not have the intention to pay any attention to this group of flatterers.
"Most of the firearms in the entire Jinsui Army came from the Jinyang Munitions Factory.”
"The strength of the Military Fire can determine the outcome of the entire battlefield.”
"I heard that the Jinyang Munitions Factory copied a batch of Japanese bolt-action rifles?”
"Bring it over for me to see!"
Yan Ziming went straight to the point. He wanted to see what these old guys, who had invested a huge sum of money from his father, had made.
"Quick, bring over the rifle that our Jin Yang Munitions Factory copied.”
"Eldest Young Master wants to take a look!"
A few stewards immediately said to their lackeys standing beside them.
It was obvious that these guys who were overcrowded did not even know what the exact imitation of the gun was.
Soon, a few lackeys appeared in front of Yan Ziming with a few imitation Japanese bolt-action rifles.
"Yes!"
Yan Ziming took the imitation rifle from one of the lackeys and nodded casually.
"Kacha, kacha!"
Unlike the Mosingana rifle, Yan Ziming frowned when he heard the sound of the bolt being pulled.
As an outstanding soldier, he could determine the quality of this weapon just by the sound of the bolt being pulled.
Trash!
This was Yan Ziming's true thoughts.
After a quick check, Yan Ziming threw five of the rifles to the guards.
"Try out the quality of this imitation rifle!”
Under the guidance of the Jin Yang Munitions Factory's security guards, Yan Ziming and the others quickly arrived at the shooting range.
The five guards with excellent shooting skills quickly pulled the bolts of their rifles.
Two hundred meters away, the five of them raised their rifles and aimed at the target.
The five soldiers pulled the triggers of their replica rifles at the same time.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two of the five Wei Nu Kingdom replica rifles suddenly jammed.
The bullet from the other rifle missed the target.
The bullet from the other rifle only appeared at the edge of the target and hit the target.
As for the last soldier's bullet, it only hit the fifth ring of the target.
Out of the five rifles, only one could hit the fifth ring and cause some damage.
If this happened on the battlefield, it would definitely be a devastating disaster.
Yan Ziming's expression was extremely ugly as he glared at the few managers of the Jin Yang Munitions Factory.
"Your imitation is really a good gun!”
"That's great!"
"Do you want my soldiers to go to the front line and die one by one?”
"The Jinyang Munitions Factory spends so much money every year just to support you good-for-nothings?”
Yan Ziming was furious.
The weapons in the Jin Yang Munitions Factory were unreliable.
However, he really did not expect it to be so unreliable.
If this kind of garbage weapon was sent to the front line, just because of the quality of this weapon, who knew how many people would die.
This bunch of old fellows really deserved to be killed!
"Major, Major!"
"This isn't our fault. With our design standards, we can't make a good gun!”
"The Jinyang Munitions Factory has already spent a lot of effort to replicate such a rifle.”
"Our rifle design and manufacturing technology are far inferior to those foreigners!”
The few stewards were naturally unwilling to bear the blame, and they began to shirk their responsibilities.
It seemed to them that it was normal for China to not be able to produce qualified rifles.
"Hehe, our Xia people can't design a good rifle.”
"The moon of the foreign devil is rounder than the moon of our Xia people, and the foreign devil has one more head than us?”
Yan Ziming laughed coldly. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
"Lvming, go and invite Mr. Liu Enqing over!”
"Let this bunch of trash see if our Xia people can make excellent firearms!”
"Yes, Major!"
"I'll go and invite Mr. Liu Qing 'en over now!”
Du Luming noticed that Yan Ziming couldn't hide his anger and immediately saluted him.
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