M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.
The 7.62mm M1 semi-automatic rifle produced by the Springfield Munitions Factory in October 1935.
High reliability, high shooting accuracy, easy to disassemble and clean.
In the Pacific islands, the jungles of Southeast Asia, the deserts of Africa, and the battlefields of Europe.
The M1 rifle had an outstanding performance in most of the battlefields of the Second World War.
It was recognized as the best rifle in World War II.
With it, Feng Xuan would have the main gun for the army in the next thirty years.
As for how to put it into production, that was not a problem at all.
Fengtian had the number one arsenal in Asia.
Not only could it produce ammunition, but it could also produce all kinds of firearms and cannons.
Among them, the largest caliber was the 240mm howitzer.
As far as Feng Xuan knew, the Munitions Factory had successfully manufactured ten automatic rifles at the beginning of the year.
The last check-in reward was what excited Feng Xuan the most.
Penicillins might not be very important in the future.
However, in this era, it was a life-saving medicine.
It was an effective, low-toxic, and widely used in clinical applications.
Penicillins could be used to treat diseases such as pneumonias, malaria, finement, myocarditis, diphtheria, and unrestrained.
Its greatest use was not to treat external injuries, but to treat post-injury infection.
What was the most important thing these days? Experienced veterans were the most important. It could be said that veterans were treasures.
At the end of World War II, the Japanese had no choice but to send new soldiers to the battlefield because they had exhausted all the veterans. This led to a period of defeat.
The three rewards in a row made Feng Xuan so happy that he couldn't control himself. He even ignored the others.
"General!"
It was not until Chen Zheng shouted in his ear that Feng Xuan reacted.
At Chen Zheng's signal, Feng Xuan looked over and saw a tall young man wearing a green coat and glasses walking toward him.
"Little Brother Xuan!"
The tall young man smiled and nodded at Feng Xuan.
"Big brother!" Feng Xuan quickly responded.”
It was Feng Xuan's elder brother, Feng Delin's eldest son, Feng Yong.
Feng Yong, who was originally born into a warlord family, had a fierce and ruthless aura. However, in this university, he forcefully turned his hostility into a passion for teaching and educating people.
After seeing him today, he looked more refined, which made Feng Xuan look at him in a new light.
"Little Brother Xuan has come from afar. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."
Feng Yong should have been happy to see his little brother.
However, from the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Zheng and the guard squad he led. He could not help but be stunned.
How could Feng Yong, who had always been a westerner, not recognize the American weapons that Chen Zheng and the others were equipped with?
Such luxurious equipment could not be found in the entire Dragon Country, let alone Fengtian.
Coupled with that reserved baleful aura, it was enough to show that Chen Zheng and the others were a group of iron-blooded elites.
His little brother had just returned from Germany. How did he get to know such a group of people?
In an instant.
Feng Yong's mind was filled with doubts.
"Big brother, it's not convenient to talk here.”
Feng Xuan could guess what Feng Yong was thinking and said directly.
"Yes!"
Feng Yong looked deeply at Feng Xuan and said in a deep voice,""Follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Feng Yong led Feng Xuan and the others to a special building in the depths of the university.
It was the principal's living room that belonged solely to Feng Yong.
.......
After a while.
The group of people entered the office one after another. Feng Yong then looked at Feng Xuan and asked,"Brother Xuan, who are they?"
"Big brother, you guessed right."
Feng Xuan met his gaze and nodded seriously.""These people are all my subordinates."
"I still have 800 of the same people, and they're all in our house now.”
What was that?
Hearing this.
Feng Yong's expression changed drastically as he looked at the handsome young man in disbelief.
800 elite soldiers armed to the teeth were hiding in the Feng family's courtyard in Fengtian City.
Not to mention him showing such a shocked expression when he knew, if it was anyone else who knew, they would not be able to remain calm.
On the surface, Fengtian City had no less than 30,000 troops stationed there.
In reality, the 7th independent brigade was stationed in the North Camp.
The two provincial defense brigades were stationed in the East Camp and Shen…Yang Train Station.
Only the Northeast Air Force, Navy, and Military Police Headquarters were left in the city, as well as Huang Xiansheng's public…Chief An.
If they really fought, Feng Xuan's 800 men could easily defeat the soldiers in the city.
"Little Brother Xuan, what exactly do you want?”
Feng Yong stared at Feng Xuan and asked in a low voice.
Although in this chaotic era, many rich families had soldiers, they only had dozens at most.
His younger brother had 800 men, and their firepower was comparable to a brigade.
"Big Brother, it's time to pay back what Old Zhang owes us.”
Feng Xuan's casual words struck Feng Yong's heart like a bolt from the blue, causing him to take a few steps back.
In the past, Zhang Yuting schemed against Feng Delin to get this place…How could he not know about the great mountains and rivers in the north?
When he was young, Feng Yong had also felt indignant and dissatisfied.
However, in a world of great conflict, if they relied on their own abilities to survive, the Feng family's loss of power could only be blamed on Feng Delin.
After two generations of the Zhang family's management, Dong... The black mountain and white water in the north had long been as stable as Mount Tai.
Therefore, the glimmer of hope in Feng Yong's heart had long disappeared without a trace.
In order to dispel the suspicions of Zhang Xiaoliu, he even resigned from his military post, dispersed his family wealth, and hid in this corner of the city to have some leisure.
It is called teaching and educating people, but it is actually a coward's move.
However, he never thought that his younger brother would be more daring than him.
Unknowingly, he had gathered 800 iron-blooded elites.
It was unbelievable!
Instantly.
Feng Yong couldn't help but glance at him.
Feng Xuan stood in the middle of the iron-blooded soldiers like a sharp sword.
His body faintly emitted a monstrous baleful aura.
In an instant, Feng Yong felt a chill on his neck, and a thick bloody smell seemed to fill his nose and mouth.
Had it come to this?
The unwillingness of two generations of the Feng family eventually created Feng Xuan.
It seemed that the hope and despair of this generation were pinned on Feng Xuan.
If they were lucky, the Feng family would rise to the top and make up for Feng Delin's past regrets.
If they were unlucky, they would be like Yang Yuting and Chang Yinhuai, who would be beheaded.
Even the Feng family would suffer an undeserved disaster and become one of the 30 million struggling people in the northeast.
For a moment, all sorts of emotions intertwined in Feng Yong's heart, making it impossible for him to calm down.。
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