[3] Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become kings?
"This is a single shot."
Bang!
"It's in burst mode now."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Lastly, this is the strafing mode.”
Bang bang bang bang bang bang…Bang!
With Zhang Xueming's serious explanation, gunshots rang out continuously in the shooting range in the backyard of the marshal's residence.
The guards in the manor were a little confused.
Even the guards with the best hearing could not tell what kind of gun it was.
"Give me another clip!”
"One more."
...
"Yuting, try it. Hahaha, we found a treasure.”
...
Other than teaching him how to change his shooting style, Zhang Xueming stood silently at the side the entire time.
Marshal Zhang and Yang Yuting were so excited that their faces turned red.
He knew very well.
Not only did he make the right first step.
Moreover, his steps were very steady, beyond imagination.
"Xueming, quick, tell me, is this the latest weapon developed by our Munitions Factory? Is it consultant Bai Xing who is in charge?"
Commander Zhang was very anxious.
Bai Xing was from Austria and graduated from the Austrian Grans University of Engineering.
He was the consultant of Fengtian Military Factory.
He was one of the high-end technical talents that Marshal Zhang had brought in from abroad.
The new firearms were released.
Commander Zhang naturally thought of Advisor Bai Xing.
However, Zhang Xueming shook his head.
"Could it be Master Nie Weisike? He had been clamoring to develop a new gun, but he did not expect that he would succeed.”
Zhang Xueming still shook his head.
This time, the hot-tempered Marshal Zhang was furious.
If it wasn't for the good news, he would probably have hit his second son with his cane.
"It's me."
What?
Marshal Zhang was stunned at first, then he was furious.
He didn't even say a word.
Lun Lun raised his walking stick and lashed out as he cursed.
"Bastard! You've only been there for a few days and you've already learned to take credit. Damn it, I'll beat you to death, you greedy bastard.”
Zhang Xueming stood there and did not dodge.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's calm eyes, Yang Yuting immediately stood in front of Zhang Xueming.
Pa!
The crutch hit Yang Yuting hard.
Zhang Da's handsome beard was raised.
So this brat already knew that the new firearms were completed a few days ago, and that he had been putting on an act at the Munitions Factory for them to see?
"Yuting! Get out of my way. I'm going to teach this bastard a good lesson today. He's only so old and already knows how to take credit. When he grows up, won't he turn the world upside down?”
Yang Yuting endured the pain in his back.
"Second Master, did you really design this?”
Zhang Xueming nodded.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's confident expression, Yang Yuting sucked in a few breaths of cold air.
"Marshal, put down your walking stick. Don't break the design genius of our Fengtian Military Factory.”
Yang Yuting was different from Marshal Zhang.
Marshal Zhang had a preconceived view of his sons and thought that his sons were useless.
However, Yang Yuting did not have such a preconceived opinion.
Some time ago, Yang Yuting had met with Advisor Bai Xing and asked if he had any ideas on developing new weapons.
Advisor Bai Xing had said it resolutely.
No, he didn't.
Therefore, Yang Yuting was certain that the Second Young Master of the Zhang family was not lying.
After telling Marshal Zhang the whole story, the latter was so shocked that he kept sizing up his second son.
"Second Brother, you can't lie to me. Did you really develop it?”
Marshal Zhang's hands were trembling.
No one in Fengtian, or even the entire country, understood this better than him.
What did it mean to be able to independently develop such a weapon?
Marshal Zhang had spent a lot of effort to bring in those foreign advisors and technicians.
"Yes."
"Without help, he developed it independently?”
"Yes."
"Brat, as expected of my son, hahahaha.”
Marshal Zhang was overjoyed.
His hands kept rubbing against the AK47, his eyes full of love.
"Yuting, if our Feng lineage were all equipped with this weapon, I would definitely be able to defeat that Jiang guy.”
That's right.
At this moment, Marshal Zhang had already drifted away.
The scene of the Feng faction taking down the entire country with an AK47 appeared in his mind.
"Second, well done. I now officially appoint you as the general manager of Fengtian Army's factory. Focus on producing this Acka-47 automatic rifle and form a scale as soon as possible.”
"Three months later, I'm going to beat that Jiang guy and Yan Laoxi until they beg me to stop the war.”
Commander Zhang was anxious.
The front line was unfavorable, and the second Northern Expedition Coalition Army was about to take shape.
There wasn't much time left for the Feng-faction army.
According to his deduction, the Feng army could only last until the beginning of May at most.
As long as the AK-47 could arm a portion of the Feng army before May, Marshal Zhang would have the confidence to fight back all the land he had lost.
The cost of the AK47 was not much higher than the Liao 13 rifle.
The production efficiency was almost the same.
According to the manufacturing speed of the Fengtian Military Factory, they could produce at least 4,000 units per month.
Three months later.
Feng Jun's combat strength would at least double.
Yang Yuting also showed his excitement. He did not expect that at the critical moment, it was the second son of the Zhang family who made the whole game.
But who would have thought?
Zhang Xueming didn't show any joy when he was put in an important position.
Instead, he frowned and said.
"Marshal, I don't think we should use the entire factory's strength to build it. We should build it secretly and nurture our troops.”
Hmm?
Commander Zhang was in high spirits.
Whoever Said this sounded unhappy, but he didn't curse.
"Second brother, tell me."
Zhang Xueming was thinking far ahead.
At most six months later, Commander Zhang would die on the train returning from the capital, and it was the order of the commander of the Japanese Kwantung Army, Muraoka Choutarou.
This was the direction.
Zhang Xueming was not prepared, and he could not change it.
Commander Zhang had too much prestige in the Feng faction army, and the old warlordism was too strong.
Even if Zhang Xueming were to change the Feng Faction army, the final result would definitely deviate from his plan.
The only way was to let Commander Zhang die according to history.
Zhang Xueming's plan could only be seen gradually and completely destroy the ambitious Japanese army.
"Marshal, Chief of Staff Yang, the key to the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, becoming emperor, do you still remember?”
Commander Zhang was a rough man.
When he heard these cultured words, he was instantly unhappy.
"Motherf * cker, you've been in private school for a few days, and you're biting words with your father? If you have something to say, say it."
Yang Yuting thought carefully.
His eyes suddenly lit up as he blurted out.
"Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become king?”
..................................................................
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The first day's data for a new book was really important!
Kneel and beg [3] Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become kings?
"This is a single shot."
Bang!
"It's in burst mode now."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Lastly, this is the strafing mode.”
Bang bang bang bang bang bang…Bang!
With Zhang Xueming's serious explanation, gunshots rang out continuously in the shooting range in the backyard of the marshal's residence.
The guards in the manor were a little confused.
Even the guards with the best hearing could not tell what kind of gun it was.
"Give me another clip!”
"One more."
...
"Yuting, try it. Hahaha, we found a treasure.”
...
Other than teaching him how to change his shooting style, Zhang Xueming stood silently at the side the entire time.
Marshal Zhang and Yang Yuting were so excited that their faces turned red.
He knew very well.
Not only did he make the right first step.
Moreover, his steps were very steady, beyond imagination.
"Xueming, quick, tell me, is this the latest weapon developed by our Munitions Factory? Is it consultant Bai Xing who is in charge?"
Commander Zhang was very anxious.
Bai Xing was from Austria and graduated from the Austrian Grans University of Engineering.
He was the consultant of Fengtian Military Factory.
He was one of the high-end technical talents that Marshal Zhang had brought in from abroad.
The new firearms were released.
Commander Zhang naturally thought of Advisor Bai Xing.
However, Zhang Xueming shook his head.
"Could it be Master Nie Weisike? He had been clamoring to develop a new gun, but he did not expect that he would succeed.”
Zhang Xueming still shook his head.
This time, the hot-tempered Marshal Zhang was furious.
If it wasn't for the good news, he would probably have hit his second son with his cane.
"It's me."
What?
Marshal Zhang was stunned at first, then he was furious.
He didn't even say a word.
Lun Lun raised his walking stick and lashed out as he cursed.
"Bastard! You've only been there for a few days and you've already learned to take credit. Damn it, I'll beat you to death, you greedy bastard.”
Zhang Xueming stood there and did not dodge.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's calm eyes, Yang Yuting immediately stood in front of Zhang Xueming.
Pa!
The crutch hit Yang Yuting hard.
Zhang Da's handsome beard was raised.
So this brat already knew that the new firearms were completed a few days ago, and that he had been putting on an act at the Munitions Factory for them to see?
"Yuting! Get out of my way. I'm going to teach this bastard a good lesson today. He's only so old and already knows how to take credit. When he grows up, won't he turn the world upside down?”
Yang Yuting endured the pain in his back.
"Second Master, did you really design this?”
Zhang Xueming nodded.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's confident expression, Yang Yuting sucked in a few breaths of cold air.
"Marshal, put down your walking stick. Don't break the design genius of our Fengtian Military Factory.”
Yang Yuting was different from Marshal Zhang.
Marshal Zhang had a preconceived view of his sons and thought that his sons were useless.
However, Yang Yuting did not have such a preconceived opinion.
Some time ago, Yang Yuting had met with Advisor Bai Xing and asked if he had any ideas on developing new weapons.
Advisor Bai Xing had said it resolutely.
No, he didn't.
Therefore, Yang Yuting was certain that the Second Young Master of the Zhang family was not lying.
After telling Marshal Zhang the whole story, the latter was so shocked that he kept sizing up his second son.
"Second Brother, you can't lie to me. Did you really develop it?”
Marshal Zhang's hands were trembling.
No one in Fengtian, or even the entire country, understood this better than him.
What did it mean to be able to independently develop such a weapon?
Marshal Zhang had spent a lot of effort to bring in those foreign advisors and technicians.
"Yes."
"Without help, he developed it independently?”
"Yes."
"Brat, as expected of my son, hahahaha.”
Marshal Zhang was overjoyed.
His hands kept rubbing against the AK47, his eyes full of love.
"Yuting, if our Feng lineage were all equipped with this weapon, I would definitely be able to defeat that Jiang guy.”
That's right.
At this moment, Marshal Zhang had already drifted away.
The scene of the Feng faction taking down the entire country with an AK47 appeared in his mind.
"Second, well done. I now officially appoint you as the general manager of Fengtian Army's factory. Focus on producing this Acka-47 automatic rifle and form a scale as soon as possible.”
"Three months later, I'm going to beat that Jiang guy and Yan Laoxi until they beg me to stop the war.”
Commander Zhang was anxious.
The front line was unfavorable, and the second Northern Expedition Coalition Army was about to take shape.
There wasn't much time left for the Feng-faction army.
According to his deduction, the Feng army could only last until the beginning of May at most.
As long as the AK-47 could arm a portion of the Feng army before May, Marshal Zhang would have the confidence to fight back all the land he had lost.
The cost of the AK47 was not much higher than the Liao 13 rifle.
The production efficiency was almost the same.
According to the manufacturing speed of the Fengtian Military Factory, they could produce at least 4,000 units per month.
Three months later.
Feng Jun's combat strength would at least double.
Yang Yuting also showed his excitement. He did not expect that at the critical moment, it was the second son of the Zhang family who made the whole game.
But who would have thought?
Zhang Xueming didn't show any joy when he was put in an important position.
Instead, he frowned and said.
"Marshal, I don't think we should use the entire factory's strength to build it. We should build it secretly and nurture our troops.”
Hmm?
Commander Zhang was in high spirits.
Whoever Said this sounded unhappy, but he didn't curse.
"Second brother, tell me."
Zhang Xueming was thinking far ahead.
At most six months later, Commander Zhang would die on the train returning from the capital, and it was the order of the commander of the Japanese Kwantung Army, Muraoka Choutarou.
This was the direction.
Zhang Xueming was not prepared, and he could not change it.
Commander Zhang had too much prestige in the Feng faction army, and the old warlordism was too strong.
Even if Zhang Xueming were to change the Feng Faction army, the final result would definitely deviate from his plan.
The only way was to let Commander Zhang die according to history.
Zhang Xueming's plan could only be seen gradually and completely destroy the ambitious Japanese army.
"Marshal, Chief of Staff Yang, the key to the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, becoming emperor, do you still remember?”
Commander Zhang was a rough man.
When he heard these cultured words, he was instantly unhappy.
"Motherf * cker, you've been in private school for a few days, and you're biting words with your father? If you have something to say, say it."
Yang Yuting thought carefully.
His eyes suddenly lit up as he blurted out.
"Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become king?”
..................................................................
PS: I'm begging for data on the first day of my new book! If anyone is watching, please feed them some data!!
The first day's data for a new book was really important!
Kneel and beg [3] Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become kings?
"This is a single shot."
Bang!
"It's in burst mode now."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Lastly, this is the strafing mode.”
Bang bang bang bang bang bang…Bang!
With Zhang Xueming's serious explanation, gunshots rang out continuously in the shooting range in the backyard of the marshal's residence.
The guards in the manor were a little confused.
Even the guards with the best hearing could not tell what kind of gun it was.
"Give me another clip!”
"One more."
...
"Yuting, try it. Hahaha, we found a treasure.”
...
Other than teaching him how to change his shooting style, Zhang Xueming stood silently at the side the entire time.
Marshal Zhang and Yang Yuting were so excited that their faces turned red.
He knew very well.
Not only did he make the right first step.
Moreover, his steps were very steady, beyond imagination.
"Xueming, quick, tell me, is this the latest weapon developed by our Munitions Factory? Is it consultant Bai Xing who is in charge?"
Commander Zhang was very anxious.
Bai Xing was from Austria and graduated from the Austrian Grans University of Engineering.
He was the consultant of Fengtian Military Factory.
He was one of the high-end technical talents that Marshal Zhang had brought in from abroad.
The new firearms were released.
Commander Zhang naturally thought of Advisor Bai Xing.
However, Zhang Xueming shook his head.
"Could it be Master Nie Weisike? He had been clamoring to develop a new gun, but he did not expect that he would succeed.”
Zhang Xueming still shook his head.
This time, the hot-tempered Marshal Zhang was furious.
If it wasn't for the good news, he would probably have hit his second son with his cane.
"It's me."
What?
Marshal Zhang was stunned at first, then he was furious.
He didn't even say a word.
Lun Lun raised his walking stick and lashed out as he cursed.
"Bastard! You've only been there for a few days and you've already learned to take credit. Damn it, I'll beat you to death, you greedy bastard.”
Zhang Xueming stood there and did not dodge.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's calm eyes, Yang Yuting immediately stood in front of Zhang Xueming.
Pa!
The crutch hit Yang Yuting hard.
Zhang Da's handsome beard was raised.
So this brat already knew that the new firearms were completed a few days ago, and that he had been putting on an act at the Munitions Factory for them to see?
"Yuting! Get out of my way. I'm going to teach this bastard a good lesson today. He's only so old and already knows how to take credit. When he grows up, won't he turn the world upside down?”
Yang Yuting endured the pain in his back.
"Second Master, did you really design this?”
Zhang Xueming nodded.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's confident expression, Yang Yuting sucked in a few breaths of cold air.
"Marshal, put down your walking stick. Don't break the design genius of our Fengtian Military Factory.”
Yang Yuting was different from Marshal Zhang.
Marshal Zhang had a preconceived view of his sons and thought that his sons were useless.
However, Yang Yuting did not have such a preconceived opinion.
Some time ago, Yang Yuting had met with Advisor Bai Xing and asked if he had any ideas on developing new weapons.
Advisor Bai Xing had said it resolutely.
No, he didn't.
Therefore, Yang Yuting was certain that the Second Young Master of the Zhang family was not lying.
After telling Marshal Zhang the whole story, the latter was so shocked that he kept sizing up his second son.
"Second Brother, you can't lie to me. Did you really develop it?”
Marshal Zhang's hands were trembling.
No one in Fengtian, or even the entire country, understood this better than him.
What did it mean to be able to independently develop such a weapon?
Marshal Zhang had spent a lot of effort to bring in those foreign advisors and technicians.
"Yes."
"Without help, he developed it independently?”
"Yes."
"Brat, as expected of my son, hahahaha.”
Marshal Zhang was overjoyed.
His hands kept rubbing against the AK47, his eyes full of love.
"Yuting, if our Feng lineage were all equipped with this weapon, I would definitely be able to defeat that Jiang guy.”
That's right.
At this moment, Marshal Zhang had already drifted away.
The scene of the Feng faction taking down the entire country with an AK47 appeared in his mind.
"Second, well done. I now officially appoint you as the general manager of Fengtian Army's factory. Focus on producing this Acka-47 automatic rifle and form a scale as soon as possible.”
"Three months later, I'm going to beat that Jiang guy and Yan Laoxi until they beg me to stop the war.”
Commander Zhang was anxious.
The front line was unfavorable, and the second Northern Expedition Coalition Army was about to take shape.
There wasn't much time left for the Feng-faction army.
According to his deduction, the Feng army could only last until the beginning of May at most.
As long as the AK-47 could arm a portion of the Feng army before May, Marshal Zhang would have the confidence to fight back all the land he had lost.
The cost of the AK47 was not much higher than the Liao 13 rifle.
The production efficiency was almost the same.
According to the manufacturing speed of the Fengtian Military Factory, they could produce at least 4,000 units per month.
Three months later.
Feng Jun's combat strength would at least double.
Yang Yuting also showed his excitement. He did not expect that at the critical moment, it was the second son of the Zhang family who made the whole game.
But who would have thought?
Zhang Xueming didn't show any joy when he was put in an important position.
Instead, he frowned and said.
"Marshal, I don't think we should use the entire factory's strength to build it. We should build it secretly and nurture our troops.”
Hmm?
Commander Zhang was in high spirits.
Whoever Said this sounded unhappy, but he didn't curse.
"Second brother, tell me."
Zhang Xueming was thinking far ahead.
At most six months later, Commander Zhang would die on the train returning from the capital, and it was the order of the commander of the Japanese Kwantung Army, Muraoka Choutarou.
This was the direction.
Zhang Xueming was not prepared, and he could not change it.
Commander Zhang had too much prestige in the Feng faction army, and the old warlordism was too strong.
Even if Zhang Xueming were to change the Feng Faction army, the final result would definitely deviate from his plan.
The only way was to let Commander Zhang die according to history.
Zhang Xueming's plan could only be seen gradually and completely destroy the ambitious Japanese army.
"Marshal, Chief of Staff Yang, the key to the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, becoming emperor, do you still remember?”
Commander Zhang was a rough man.
When he heard these cultured words, he was instantly unhappy.
"Motherf * cker, you've been in private school for a few days, and you're biting words with your father? If you have something to say, say it."
Yang Yuting thought carefully.
His eyes suddenly lit up as he blurted out.
"Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become king?”
..................................................................
PS: I'm begging for data on the first day of my new book! If anyone is watching, please feed them some data!!
The first day's data for a new book was really important!
Kneel and beg [3] Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become kings?
"This is a single shot."
Bang!
"It's in burst mode now."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Lastly, this is the strafing mode.”
Bang bang bang bang bang bang…Bang!
With Zhang Xueming's serious explanation, gunshots rang out continuously in the shooting range in the backyard of the marshal's residence.
The guards in the manor were a little confused.
Even the guards with the best hearing could not tell what kind of gun it was.
"Give me another clip!”
"One more."
...
"Yuting, try it. Hahaha, we found a treasure.”
...
Other than teaching him how to change his shooting style, Zhang Xueming stood silently at the side the entire time.
Marshal Zhang and Yang Yuting were so excited that their faces turned red.
He knew very well.
Not only did he make the right first step.
Moreover, his steps were very steady, beyond imagination.
"Xueming, quick, tell me, is this the latest weapon developed by our Munitions Factory? Is it consultant Bai Xing who is in charge?"
Commander Zhang was very anxious.
Bai Xing was from Austria and graduated from the Austrian Grans University of Engineering.
He was the consultant of Fengtian Military Factory.
He was one of the high-end technical talents that Marshal Zhang had brought in from abroad.
The new firearms were released.
Commander Zhang naturally thought of Advisor Bai Xing.
However, Zhang Xueming shook his head.
"Could it be Master Nie Weisike? He had been clamoring to develop a new gun, but he did not expect that he would succeed.”
Zhang Xueming still shook his head.
This time, the hot-tempered Marshal Zhang was furious.
If it wasn't for the good news, he would probably have hit his second son with his cane.
"It's me."
What?
Marshal Zhang was stunned at first, then he was furious.
He didn't even say a word.
Lun Lun raised his walking stick and lashed out as he cursed.
"Bastard! You've only been there for a few days and you've already learned to take credit. Damn it, I'll beat you to death, you greedy bastard.”
Zhang Xueming stood there and did not dodge.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's calm eyes, Yang Yuting immediately stood in front of Zhang Xueming.
Pa!
The crutch hit Yang Yuting hard.
Zhang Da's handsome beard was raised.
So this brat already knew that the new firearms were completed a few days ago, and that he had been putting on an act at the Munitions Factory for them to see?
"Yuting! Get out of my way. I'm going to teach this bastard a good lesson today. He's only so old and already knows how to take credit. When he grows up, won't he turn the world upside down?”
Yang Yuting endured the pain in his back.
"Second Master, did you really design this?”
Zhang Xueming nodded.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's confident expression, Yang Yuting sucked in a few breaths of cold air.
"Marshal, put down your walking stick. Don't break the design genius of our Fengtian Military Factory.”
Yang Yuting was different from Marshal Zhang.
Marshal Zhang had a preconceived view of his sons and thought that his sons were useless.
However, Yang Yuting did not have such a preconceived opinion.
Some time ago, Yang Yuting had met with Advisor Bai Xing and asked if he had any ideas on developing new weapons.
Advisor Bai Xing had said it resolutely.
No, he didn't.
Therefore, Yang Yuting was certain that the Second Young Master of the Zhang family was not lying.
After telling Marshal Zhang the whole story, the latter was so shocked that he kept sizing up his second son.
"Second Brother, you can't lie to me. Did you really develop it?”
Marshal Zhang's hands were trembling.
No one in Fengtian, or even the entire country, understood this better than him.
What did it mean to be able to independently develop such a weapon?
Marshal Zhang had spent a lot of effort to bring in those foreign advisors and technicians.
"Yes."
"Without help, he developed it independently?”
"Yes."
"Brat, as expected of my son, hahahaha.”
Marshal Zhang was overjoyed.
His hands kept rubbing against the AK47, his eyes full of love.
"Yuting, if our Feng lineage were all equipped with this weapon, I would definitely be able to defeat that Jiang guy.”
That's right.
At this moment, Marshal Zhang had already drifted away.
The scene of the Feng faction taking down the entire country with an AK47 appeared in his mind.
"Second, well done. I now officially appoint you as the general manager of Fengtian Army's factory. Focus on producing this Acka-47 automatic rifle and form a scale as soon as possible.”
"Three months later, I'm going to beat that Jiang guy and Yan Laoxi until they beg me to stop the war.”
Commander Zhang was anxious.
The front line was unfavorable, and the second Northern Expedition Coalition Army was about to take shape.
There wasn't much time left for the Feng-faction army.
According to his deduction, the Feng army could only last until the beginning of May at most.
As long as the AK-47 could arm a portion of the Feng army before May, Marshal Zhang would have the confidence to fight back all the land he had lost.
The cost of the AK47 was not much higher than the Liao 13 rifle.
The production efficiency was almost the same.
According to the manufacturing speed of the Fengtian Military Factory, they could produce at least 4,000 units per month.
Three months later.
Feng Jun's combat strength would at least double.
Yang Yuting also showed his excitement. He did not expect that at the critical moment, it was the second son of the Zhang family who made the whole game.
But who would have thought?
Zhang Xueming didn't show any joy when he was put in an important position.
Instead, he frowned and said.
"Marshal, I don't think we should use the entire factory's strength to build it. We should build it secretly and nurture our troops.”
Hmm?
Commander Zhang was in high spirits.
Whoever Said this sounded unhappy, but he didn't curse.
"Second brother, tell me."
Zhang Xueming was thinking far ahead.
At most six months later, Commander Zhang would die on the train returning from the capital, and it was the order of the commander of the Japanese Kwantung Army, Muraoka Choutarou.
This was the direction.
Zhang Xueming was not prepared, and he could not change it.
Commander Zhang had too much prestige in the Feng faction army, and the old warlordism was too strong.
Even if Zhang Xueming were to change the Feng Faction army, the final result would definitely deviate from his plan.
The only way was to let Commander Zhang die according to history.
Zhang Xueming's plan could only be seen gradually and completely destroy the ambitious Japanese army.
"Marshal, Chief of Staff Yang, the key to the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, becoming emperor, do you still remember?”
Commander Zhang was a rough man.
When he heard these cultured words, he was instantly unhappy.
"Motherf * cker, you've been in private school for a few days, and you're biting words with your father? If you have something to say, say it."
Yang Yuting thought carefully.
His eyes suddenly lit up as he blurted out.
"Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become king?”
..................................................................
PS: I'm begging for data on the first day of my new book! If anyone is watching, please feed them some data!!
The first day's data for a new book was really important!
Kneel and beg [3] Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become kings?
"This is a single shot."
Bang!
"It's in burst mode now."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Lastly, this is the strafing mode.”
Bang bang bang bang bang bang…Bang!
With Zhang Xueming's serious explanation, gunshots rang out continuously in the shooting range in the backyard of the marshal's residence.
The guards in the manor were a little confused.
Even the guards with the best hearing could not tell what kind of gun it was.
"Give me another clip!”
"One more."
...
"Yuting, try it. Hahaha, we found a treasure.”
...
Other than teaching him how to change his shooting style, Zhang Xueming stood silently at the side the entire time.
Marshal Zhang and Yang Yuting were so excited that their faces turned red.
He knew very well.
Not only did he make the right first step.
Moreover, his steps were very steady, beyond imagination.
"Xueming, quick, tell me, is this the latest weapon developed by our Munitions Factory? Is it consultant Bai Xing who is in charge?"
Commander Zhang was very anxious.
Bai Xing was from Austria and graduated from the Austrian Grans University of Engineering.
He was the consultant of Fengtian Military Factory.
He was one of the high-end technical talents that Marshal Zhang had brought in from abroad.
The new firearms were released.
Commander Zhang naturally thought of Advisor Bai Xing.
However, Zhang Xueming shook his head.
"Could it be Master Nie Weisike? He had been clamoring to develop a new gun, but he did not expect that he would succeed.”
Zhang Xueming still shook his head.
This time, the hot-tempered Marshal Zhang was furious.
If it wasn't for the good news, he would probably have hit his second son with his cane.
"It's me."
What?
Marshal Zhang was stunned at first, then he was furious.
He didn't even say a word.
Lun Lun raised his walking stick and lashed out as he cursed.
"Bastard! You've only been there for a few days and you've already learned to take credit. Damn it, I'll beat you to death, you greedy bastard.”
Zhang Xueming stood there and did not dodge.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's calm eyes, Yang Yuting immediately stood in front of Zhang Xueming.
Pa!
The crutch hit Yang Yuting hard.
Zhang Da's handsome beard was raised.
So this brat already knew that the new firearms were completed a few days ago, and that he had been putting on an act at the Munitions Factory for them to see?
"Yuting! Get out of my way. I'm going to teach this bastard a good lesson today. He's only so old and already knows how to take credit. When he grows up, won't he turn the world upside down?”
Yang Yuting endured the pain in his back.
"Second Master, did you really design this?”
Zhang Xueming nodded.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's confident expression, Yang Yuting sucked in a few breaths of cold air.
"Marshal, put down your walking stick. Don't break the design genius of our Fengtian Military Factory.”
Yang Yuting was different from Marshal Zhang.
Marshal Zhang had a preconceived view of his sons and thought that his sons were useless.
However, Yang Yuting did not have such a preconceived opinion.
Some time ago, Yang Yuting had met with Advisor Bai Xing and asked if he had any ideas on developing new weapons.
Advisor Bai Xing had said it resolutely.
No, he didn't.
Therefore, Yang Yuting was certain that the Second Young Master of the Zhang family was not lying.
After telling Marshal Zhang the whole story, the latter was so shocked that he kept sizing up his second son.
"Second Brother, you can't lie to me. Did you really develop it?”
Marshal Zhang's hands were trembling.
No one in Fengtian, or even the entire country, understood this better than him.
What did it mean to be able to independently develop such a weapon?
Marshal Zhang had spent a lot of effort to bring in those foreign advisors and technicians.
"Yes."
"Without help, he developed it independently?”
"Yes."
"Brat, as expected of my son, hahahaha.”
Marshal Zhang was overjoyed.
His hands kept rubbing against the AK47, his eyes full of love.
"Yuting, if our Feng lineage were all equipped with this weapon, I would definitely be able to defeat that Jiang guy.”
That's right.
At this moment, Marshal Zhang had already drifted away.
The scene of the Feng faction taking down the entire country with an AK47 appeared in his mind.
"Second, well done. I now officially appoint you as the general manager of Fengtian Army's factory. Focus on producing this Acka-47 automatic rifle and form a scale as soon as possible.”
"Three months later, I'm going to beat that Jiang guy and Yan Laoxi until they beg me to stop the war.”
Commander Zhang was anxious.
The front line was unfavorable, and the second Northern Expedition Coalition Army was about to take shape.
There wasn't much time left for the Feng-faction army.
According to his deduction, the Feng army could only last until the beginning of May at most.
As long as the AK-47 could arm a portion of the Feng army before May, Marshal Zhang would have the confidence to fight back all the land he had lost.
The cost of the AK47 was not much higher than the Liao 13 rifle.
The production efficiency was almost the same.
According to the manufacturing speed of the Fengtian Military Factory, they could produce at least 4,000 units per month.
Three months later.
Feng Jun's combat strength would at least double.
Yang Yuting also showed his excitement. He did not expect that at the critical moment, it was the second son of the Zhang family who made the whole game.
But who would have thought?
Zhang Xueming didn't show any joy when he was put in an important position.
Instead, he frowned and said.
"Marshal, I don't think we should use the entire factory's strength to build it. We should build it secretly and nurture our troops.”
Hmm?
Commander Zhang was in high spirits.
Whoever Said this sounded unhappy, but he didn't curse.
"Second brother, tell me."
Zhang Xueming was thinking far ahead.
At most six months later, Commander Zhang would die on the train returning from the capital, and it was the order of the commander of the Japanese Kwantung Army, Muraoka Choutarou.
This was the direction.
Zhang Xueming was not prepared, and he could not change it.
Commander Zhang had too much prestige in the Feng faction army, and the old warlordism was too strong.
Even if Zhang Xueming were to change the Feng Faction army, the final result would definitely deviate from his plan.
The only way was to let Commander Zhang die according to history.
Zhang Xueming's plan could only be seen gradually and completely destroy the ambitious Japanese army.
"Marshal, Chief of Staff Yang, the key to the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, becoming emperor, do you still remember?”
Commander Zhang was a rough man.
When he heard these cultured words, he was instantly unhappy.
"Motherf * cker, you've been in private school for a few days, and you're biting words with your father? If you have something to say, say it."
Yang Yuting thought carefully.
His eyes suddenly lit up as he blurted out.
"Accumulate food, build high walls, and slowly become king?”
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