The youngest vice president of the National Academy of Weaponry
1928, Fengtian, cold winter.
In the Fengtian Munitions Factory, Zhang Xueming slowly opened his eyes and looked around the rather exquisite office.
He walked to the dressing mirror.
Under the black suit, there was a tall and straight figure that could not be covered. On his face was a young and unfamiliar face.
Transmigration?
Memories flooded his mind. He realized that he had transmigrated into Zhang Xueming, the second son of Marshal Zhang, the warlord of the Feng faction.
Zhang Xueming didn't feel flustered. Instead, he was a little excited.
As a native of the northeast.
The most important incident in the War of Resistance against Japan had always been a sore point in Zhang Xueming's heart.
September 8th, 2031.
300 devils defeated 8,000 soldiers.
Taking down Fengtian without bloodshed had always been a black spot that the Chinese could not escape.
For this reason.
Before Zhang Xueming transmigrated, he worked hard to study military industry and was determined to serve the motherland.
After many years of hard work, he finally became the youngest vice president in the history of the National Academy of Weaponry at the age of 30.
Very good.
Zhang Xueming quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.
What was slightly different from the historical trajectory was…
In 2028, Zhang Xueming was supposed to study at the Japanese Army Infantry School, but now Zhang Xueming was thrown to the Fengtian Munitions Factory by his father, Marshal Zhang, to supervise it.
And the main reason for all of this.
It was all because Marshal Zhang thought that someone had to be in charge of the Fengtian Munitions Factory.
Zhang Xiaoliu was the eldest son.
Commander Zhang was deeply influenced by traditional values and believed that the family business should be inherited by the eldest son.
The other heirs should assist the eldest son.
This was the traditional concept of the royal family.
He had already sent the other children, other than the sixth son, to different organizations to assist the sixth son who would take over his position in the future.
Zhang Xueming was the second son.
Therefore, Marshal Zhang was prepared to hand over the Fengtian Munitions Factory, which was second only to the marshal's seal, to Zhang Xueming.
Zhang Xueming thought of this and snorted coldly.
Since he had transmigrated to this place, the commander's seal of the Feng Clan warlord must belong to him.
Fengtian Munitions Factory?
Everything started from here.
As the youngest vice president of the National Academy of Weaponry, Zhang Xueming's knowledge and practical ability made the older generation of researchers feel inferior.
With the Fengtian Munitions Factory, the current number one Munitions Factory in East Asia would be the foundation.
Zhang Xueming had enough confidence.
To change that humiliating and sorrowful history.
Since he wanted to change the course of history three years later, Zhang Xueming needed to gain enough support from the Feng Faction army.
The first step was to gain the attention of Marshal Zhang.
After a short consideration.
Zhang Xueming decided to make the AK47 that was known as the king of guns in the future.
Although the Fengtian Munitions Factory was known as the number one Munitions Factory in East Asia, the world's technological level and craftsmanship were limited.
The AK-47, which was made by stamping, forging, and welding, was undoubtedly the best choice.
It had a simple structure and cheap forgery, but it had a powerful lethality that did not match.
Once the Feng family's troops were equipped with AK-47s.
Their combat power was unimaginable.
Zhang Xueming did as he was told. He quickly took a piece of paper and a drawing tool and began to draw the blueprints for the AK47.
The AK47 gun only had 25 parts including the bolt, magazine, and firing knot.
The structure was as simple as it could be.
For the Vice President of the National Academy of Weaponry, this was a piece of cake.
The blueprint did not take too long.
After Zhang Xueming finished drawing, he asked someone to move the machine he needed to a corner of the arsenal.
He also got people to use black cloth to surround the surroundings.
Marshal Manor.
"Marshal, the situation at the front line isn't optimistic. The Jiang family and the Yan family are about to launch a second northern expedition.”
As the Chief of Staff of the Feng-based army.
Yang Yuting was a little worried.
"Motherf * cker, then let's fight. I have hundreds of thousands of troops. Are they afraid of them?”
Marshal Zhang had a fiery temper.
In addition, under his governance, the three northeastern provinces were impregnable. They had strong men, strong horses, and sufficient weapons and ammunition. They were not prepared to give in at all.
Yang Yuting was about to open his mouth to advise the marshal.
Marshal Zhang waved his hand and spoke first.
"Yuting, these guys are so greedy. If you take a step back, they'll ask for a hundred steps. If you take a hundred steps back, they'll ask for our lives next time.”
Commander Zhang spent his life in the army.
From being poor to the current marshal, how could he not see the situation clearly?
"Unless we change our banner in the northeast and declare our obedience to the rule of the National Government, the Northern Expedition will never end.”
Yang Yuting was very conceited.
If the person in front of him wasn't the marshal, he would definitely try his best to persuade them to stop fighting and negotiate peace.
"F * ck, if you want me to surrender without even showing my face, you can keep dreaming.”
After the two of them discussed how to deal with the deployment of the second northern expedition, it was already late at night.
"Yuting, how's that brat doing recently?”
At the mention of Zhang Xiaoliu, Marshal Zhang's eyes flashed with a strange emotion. It seemed like he doted on him, but it also seemed like he was disappointed that he did not live up to his expectations.
"Cough, don't mention it. They chase me every day and ask me why I can't manage the northeast well and insist on fighting outside the pass. I've explained it to Liu Zi many times.”
Yang Yuting shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Yang Yuting felt helpless about the eldest son of the Zhang family.
"Humph! If you don't plan for the overall situation, you can't plan for a city. With such a small family structure, how can you take over our commander's seal in the future?”
Commander Zhang was disappointed with his eldest son's thoughts.
"Where's Xueming? I heard that he hasn't left the Munitions Factory for three days and three nights.”
"I've heard of it. I heard that they're developing new firearms.”
"Research and develop new firearms? What kind of material was he? All you do is make a fool of yourself. None of them give me any peace of mind.”
Marshal Zhang cursed.
"The big ones are not good enough, while the small ones are not good enough.!”
"The empire that I fought so hard to build will be destroyed by this group of prodigals sooner or later!!”
However, Marshal Zhang would never have thought that.
The Feng lineage that he had conquered was about to usher in a new explosive period.
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