Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

The deputy director's office is on the third floor, a large space of more than 3 square meters, divided by screens. In front of the screen is the office area, with a desk, two sofa tables for receiving guests, and a large drawing table.

Behind the screen there is a bookshelf, a bed, a half-person-high safe, and some daily necessities.

Li Qinwu lay down on the bed and began to think about what to do next.

There is no shortage of gold for the time being. Now that we have manpower, the next step is to get some guns for the clones so that they have basic self-protection capabilities, and then think about how to take away the machinery from the Fengtian Arsenal.

He had no idea about this. The Fengtian Arsenal covered an area of ​​more than 3000 acres, with thousands of large and small machines, including chemical plants and steel mills. To build an weapons factory of this scale, let alone Li Qinwu, even if the young marshal mobilized a large army and used military trucks to pull the machines south, it would still take several months.

"Hey, is it possible that we can only blow it up?"

Li Qinwu murmured to himself that he was reluctant to give up this arsenal. If he could keep it, he wondered how many weapons it would provide to China's anti-Japanese armed forces in the future.

Having no clue for the moment, Li Qinwu put the matter of the arsenal aside. He remembered that he didn't seem to meet Director Guo today. He didn't know whether he was not there or was deliberately avoiding him. But who cares? He was just a clown. He turned over, grabbed the documents on the bedside table and started reading.

The documents contain the guns that the firearms design department has developed over the years. Because these guns are too outrageous, none of them have been put into production.

For example, a Thompson submachine gun that fires full-power rifle bullets, a rifle that fires pistol bullets, and a modified Hanyang rifle that has the ability to fire continuously, and then equipped with a bipod and a water-cooling sleeve to create a low-cost machine gun.

All kinds of connection overlords, all kinds of modifications to the firing ammunition, Li Qinwu directly threw the files into the trash can, cursing what kind of wave gun modifications they were!

He saw from these designs that the design department had a poor foundation, the designers had no ability to think independently, and they only considered paper data without considering whether the factory could produce.

Li Qinwu saw a lot of words about cutting in the documents. Cutting is equivalent to cutting gun parts out of a whole piece of steel. The advantage of doing this is high precision and good quality of parts, but the disadvantage is that the production process is difficult, consumables are high and the cost is high.

History has proven that a good weapon must not only have superior performance, but also be easy to produce and mass-equipped. If a gun is to be equipped on millions of occasions, more than 80% of its parts need to be cut. How could it be suitable for China, an industrially backward country?

In addition, Li Qinwu also realized from these unrealistic designs that few people in the design department understood military affairs and had never been to a factory, so they didn't know how to turn the drawings into real products. Some of the outrageous parts made Li Qinwu, who had been to a factory, feel overwhelmed.

Li Qinwu sighed. These designs were all just fantasies of literati. How could a group of literati who knew nothing about farming design qualified weapons?

Li Qinwu thought that if he had become the director of the firearms design department two years earlier, his first order would be to have all the designers go to the military camp for half a year to see how the soldiers fought and what weapons they needed.

Then let them work in the workshop for half a year to see how the machines work, so that they won't produce a bunch of unproductive garbage.

But unfortunately, it is too late to do anything now. He just wants to use his position to gain some benefits, create more clones, and prepare for the subsequent national war of resistance!

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about the affairs of the gun design department. He closed his eyes and connected his consciousness to Li Hanchao, wanting to see how his clones were doing.

Li Hanchao worked all morning to prepare clothes for the 30 clones except Li Xiongnu. At this time, he was wandering the streets with his clones looking for a place to live.

After Li Qinwu's consciousness entered Li Hanchao's brain, Li Hanchao seemed to feel it and began to talk to Li Qinwu in his mind.

"Master, I have already bought clothes, shoes and socks for the clones, and I am now looking for accommodation."

Li Qinwu said: "Very good, the housing location should be within 1 km of my home, so that I can be there at any time."

"Okay, Master. I have found a suitable place to live. I just heard from outside that there is a construction site 800 meters northwest of your house. They are recruiting workers there. They will provide two meals a day and accommodation."

Li Qinwu's eyes lit up. With free food and accommodation, he could also make money, which was definitely worth it.

"Okay, then you can live at the construction site for the time being. Use the money you earn to buy food and drink. If you don't have enough, come to my house to get it. The 1 yuan is in the basement."

After saying that, Li Qinwu used Li Hanchao's vision to observe the surroundings. Li Hanchao and his 30 clones were queuing up at this time. At the front of the team was an accountant, and behind the accountant was the construction site.

The construction site was quite large, with some reinforced concrete materials and marble piled up. It looked like they were going to build a Western-style building. Li Qinwu felt there was no problem and left the field of vision.

Just as he was distracted, a group of people came over from the accountant's place at the end of the line. The leader was a man in a suit and tie, with a moustache at the corner of his mouth and a condescending look on his face.

This guy spoke in Japanese to the accountant, and a translator beside him said, "The boss wants to know if you have hired enough people. The Western restaurant he opened must be completed within the construction period."

The accountant carefully put down his brush and answered humbly, "We have already recruited 70% of them. The rest will be almost done in the next two days."

The translator told the Japanese man this, and then the Japanese man suddenly started to curse loudly. The translator translated in real time: "The boss said you are too lazy and inefficient, so he deducted one dollar from your salary! These hard workers are all lazy pigs. He will send someone to supervise them. He can't let these lazy pigs take his money and slack off!"

The accountant felt a pang of pain in his eyes and glanced at the eight Japanese ronin behind the Japanese in suits. These guys were wearing Japanese kimonos, wooden clogs on their feet, and had samurai swords on their waists. They had a frivolous look on their faces and looked like gangsters.

The accountant tried to behave more humbly, lowered his head and answered "yes". He felt sad at heart. He knew that his future life would be difficult if a dollar was deducted from him.

The situation was not good these days and it was very difficult to find a job. Even an educated person like him who could write and do accounting could not find a good job. He could only work in places with Japanese backgrounds to barely support his family.

The Japanese cursed a few more times and left the eight Ronin supervisors behind.

The team moved slowly, and soon it was Li Hanchao's turn. The accountant held the brush and asked, "What's your name?"

"Li Hanchao."

"Have you ever worked on a construction site before? You have to carry heavy bags, tie steel bars, dig drainage ditches, and mix mud. Do you know how to do these?"

"I've never worked on a construction site before, but I'll learn it if someone teaches me."

The accountant looked Li Hanchao up and down and nodded.

"Well, you have enough strength. These are not difficult tasks. We'll send an experienced worker to guide you when the time comes.

We provide food and accommodation here, two meals a day, live in the shack area next to the construction site, start work at 7 am and get off at 12 pm, start work at 2 pm and get off at 9 pm, and get paid every three days, one dollar each time. If you can accept it, just sign your fingerprint here. "

Li Hanchao pressed his handprint and said to the accountant: "Sir, these 30 brothers behind me are from the same village as me. Can you arrange us together so that we can take care of each other?"

The accountant leaned over to take a look behind Li Hanchao and saw that these 30 guys were all very strong.

The accountant frowned. What they hated most were people from the same village, as they were prone to causing trouble when they gathered together.

No construction site or factory would want such a large gathering of people. Even if they had to, they would be broken up into different groups and not allowed to be concentrated together. However, when the accountant thought of what the devil had said before, that time was running out, he could only nod and agree to Li Hanchao's request.

In this way, Li Hanchao and his 30 clones entered the Japanese construction site. After they received the tools, they were immediately assigned to dig a sewer.

There happened to be 30 people in a group, and the task of digging an entire sewer was given to them. The accountant assigned a skilled worker to them, who used lime to mark the scope and depth of the digging on the ground, and then disappeared.

The clones also worked diligently, mainly because they regarded this as fitness. They used rotary shovels to train upper limb strength and carried large bags to train leg muscles. Some of them would do squats while carrying two large bags full of soil from time to time, while others would wave iron pickaxes and then lie on the ground to do push-ups when they felt dizzy.

While other workers worked like turtles to save their energy, Li Hanchao was full of energy as if he was having an attack. Originally, the sewer was scheduled to be dug for several days, but it took only a short while to reach a certain scale.

But sometimes, there will always be someone in a unit who will make you uncomfortable. They don’t care whether you do well or not, as long as they want to mess with you, that’s enough.

The eight ronin supervisors were divided into four groups and scattered throughout the construction site. One group was responsible for the area near Li Hanchao and his team.

A short and thin ronin said to the fat ronin jokingly: "Believe it or not, if I go up and slap these lazy pigs twice, not only will they not dare to resist, they will also apologize!"

The fat ronin didn't even say whether he believed it or not. He walked up to the worker closest to him and slapped him twice.

The worker staggered a few steps after being hit by him. He looked at the person who hit him with an angry face, and found out that the other party was a ronin supervisor. Thinking of his hungry children at home, he could only bend down and lower his head, repeating the word "I'm sorry" over and over again.

The two ronin looked at each other and laughed at the same time. They seemed to be addicted to the game. They didn't look like supervisors at all and kept beating and humiliating the workers for no reason. In just a short while, the construction site was in a mess because of the two of them, but no one dared to control them.

During this era, there was no peace both inside and outside China. Ordinary people’s dignity, let alone their lives, could not be guaranteed. People learned to endure and become numb.

The two ronin never stopped laughing. In their hometown, they were nothing but hooligans, trash that everyone looked down upon.

But after they came to China, because they had the army backing them up, they were transformed from trash on the land into upper-class citizens in heaven. This transformation made them so happy that they almost rolled their eyes, and so they got crazy.

The two ronin from above came to the place where the sewer was being dug. At this time, Li Hanchao was holding a shovel in his hand, concentrating on shoveling out the soil and throwing it into the basket.

When the two ronin saw how tall and strong this guy was, and then looked at their own short stature that was less than 1 meters tall, they immediately felt jealous.

The thin ronin was so jealous that he lost his rationality. He cursed something in Japanese, picked up a blue brick from the ground, and hit Li Hanchao directly on the forehead.

With a crisp sound, the blue brick broke into two pieces, and a lot of blood oozed out of Li Hanchao's forehead.

Li Hanchao did not show any pain. He just stopped the work in his hands, touched the blood flowing down his face, and looked at the little monkey-like guy in front of him with confusion.

"I'll give you one sentence to convince me not to kill you."

The Japanese ronin obviously didn't understand Chinese. When he saw the guy in front of him being hit by a brick, he not only didn't bow his head and try to please him like the others did, but instead stood there questioning him.

Bastard! You are so tall and you dare to stick your back out like that? You deserve to die!

He was envious and jealous. The twisted dwarf blushed because of his height problem. He drew the samurai sword at his waist and cursed: "Baka! How dare you look at me like that, you rude guy? Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Li Hanchao only understood the two words "Baga" and shook his head.

"What a shame you didn't convince me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Hanchao suddenly jumped up, raised the shovel in his hand high, and hit it directly on the head of the short ronin. A sound of bones breaking was heard, and the forehead of the Japanese ronin was actually broken by Li Hanchao's blow.

He fell to the ground, his limbs twitching constantly, and it seemed that he was dead.

The fat ronin was standing aside with his arms folded, watching happily, but when he saw the other party suddenly attack and kill, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

How dare he!

The moment this thought came to his mind, fear filled his brain and he subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and shout, but before he could make any sound, four or five manuscripts attacked him from behind and knocked him to the ground. One manuscript smashed the back of his head, killing this guy.

These two extremely arrogant ronin did not notice that at the moment the brick fell on Li Hanchao's head, more than 30 people who were digging pipes nearby put down their work at the same time and surrounded them.

As soon as Li Hanchao took action, the other clones also took action at the same time, using all kinds of weapons to attack the two ronin, and soon they were beaten into a paste.

Li Hanchao hurriedly called for a stop and looked elsewhere. At this time, the workers on the construction site were digging the ground. This work was very strenuous, and many people had dug underground, so no one paid attention to this side.

Li Hanchao hurriedly gave orders, asking his clones to dig a three-meter-deep pit in the sewer, throw the two ronin who were looking for trouble into the pit, shovel the blood on the ground in, and fill it back with soil. The clones then continued to work as if nothing had happened.