Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

At nine o'clock in the evening, at the construction site, Li Hanchao and other clones were preparing to get off work. They put down their work, rubbed their aching bodies, and walked towards the Wupeng area assigned to them at the construction site.

However, before they could leave the construction site, the large searchlight above the construction site was lit up, and two Ronin supervisors came to Li Hanchao's team and shouted: "You are not allowed to leave! Today's work is not finished yet, all of you have to work until 12 o'clock!"

This guy spoke in half-baked Chinese for a long time before the clones understood what he meant. Li Hanchao walked forward, tilted his head and asked, "Overtime? Is there overtime pay?"

The two ronin overseers thought they had heard the funniest words in their lives and burst into laughter.

"You guys! You lazy pigs! You dare to ask for overtime pay when you haven't finished today's work! Get back to work!"

Li Hanchao rolled his eyes and waved to the clones behind him.

"Brothers, let's go. We have to go to get off work on time without overtime pay!"

With a wave of his hand, all the clones followed him out of the construction site, which made the two ronin supervisors furious. One of them drew his samurai sword and shouted, "Asshole! How dare you disobey orders! Die!"

Seeing the Japanese soldier drawing his knife, Li Han winked at a clone behind the soldier. The clone nodded, picked up a brick from the ground, and hit the Japanese soldier on the back of the head with all his strength, knocking him to the ground and causing his head to burst.

The Japanese soldier holding the samurai sword heard some noise behind him and just turned around to look. Li Hanchao swung the shovel in his hand and cut into the opponent's neck. Half of the shovel was cut in. The two pieces of trash lay on the ground for a long time and then died.

In order to deal with the bodies, Li Hanchao and his men worked overtime. They dug a three-meter pit where the sewer was located, threw the bodies in and buried them. They happened to be neighbors with the two supervisors who were killed in the morning. It was unknown how many more people the Japanese could consume.

The next day, Li Qinwu and Hu Xiaoming gathered at the gate of Fengtian Arsenal at around 6:30. Together with them were 12 representatives of factory leaders. They got on a horse-drawn carriage and drove towards the Japanese military camp outside Fengtian City.

Since the actual control of the Nanman Railway was in the hands of the Japanese, the Japanese demanded that 10 soldiers be stationed every 15 kilometers on the grounds of protecting the railway. As a result, there was a Japanese troop of more than 1 people living along the South Manchuria Railway in the three northeastern provinces. Fengtian City, an important city in the north, received special attention. There was an independent battalion of Japanese stationed along the railway outside Fengtian City.

Although it is called a brigade, in fact, the number of people in this Japanese army is extremely excessive. It is impossible to detect the exact number of people. The other side is secretive and uses the employees of the South Manchuria Railway Company to hide the soldiers. In addition, there are a considerable number of tanks and armored vehicles here. This is like a sharp knife, holding up Fengtian, the heart of the north. I don’t know how the leader of Fengtian can tolerate this. If it were Li Qinwu, he couldn’t stand it. The damn Japanese sliding door cannon can be fired into the urban area on the railway. If the Japanese go berserk and find out where you sleep, a few shots will kill you in your dream.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, the carriage stopped at the gate of the Japanese army camp. The Japanese army camp had a defensive wall built with reinforced concrete, and there was a tall machine gun tower inside the wall.

After getting off the car, Li Qinwu and his companions just waited, but no one from the Japanese side came to receive them. The door was closed, leaving them outside.

He waited and waited, for more than an hour, until the sky turned from dark to light. Li Qinwu felt like he had waited until all his flowers had withered, and his irritability was rising. Finally, the official from above arrived.

Two black cars drove slowly up and stopped at the door. The person in the passenger seat opened the door of the back seat, and four middle-aged men got out of the two cars.

Two of them were wearing military uniforms and were from the army, and two were wearing suits and were probably government officials.

As soon as these four people arrived, the atmosphere instantly became warmer. The tightly closed door of the Japanese military camp finally loosened, and a row of Japanese soldiers and officers lined up to greet them. Leading them, a lieutenant colonel came up to the middle-aged man in military uniform, saluted and shook hands with him, and then started a lively conversation in Japanese.

The middle-aged man also answered fluently, and the two sides walked into the military camp like good partners. Only then were they able to enter the Japanese camp.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Qinwu rolled his eyes. Damn, they had been waiting in the cold wind for more than an hour, and these Japanese soldiers didn't make a move. As soon as the officials arrived, they immediately came out to greet them. They looked down on these small officials!

For the first time, he felt how insignificant his position as deputy director was. In the small temple of firearms design department, he could still bully others with this title, but here, not even a small soldier paid any attention to him.

Li Qinwu decided that he would have to become a high-ranking official in the future so as not to be bullied by these petty people.

Fortunately, his temper didn't last long, because the Japanese really took action. As soon as they entered the military camp, they didn't even offer to treat them to breakfast or anything, but directly dragged them to sit in the viewing seats, and the military show began immediately.

The spectator seats were similar to those of a football field, low in the front and high in the back, and made of concrete. The four high-ranking officials from Fengtian City and several Japanese lieutenants sat in the front row, followed by some middle-level officers, and further back were the little Karamis like Li Qinwu.

As soon as everyone sat down and had no time to adapt to the environment, a large number of military whistles suddenly rang out in the barracks. A solemn atmosphere quickly spread, followed by the Japanese shouting and killing. These little Japanese soldiers rushed towards the stands with their rifles with bayonets, as if they were going to rush up and kill them.

They shouted loudly and charged forward, and their momentum changed the faces of everyone in the audience. Those with weak wills were frightened by the charging Japs and thought they were going to kill them. Fortunately, the Japs stopped when they reached the bottom of the stands, put away their bayonets and quickly lined up. In less than 20 seconds, they switched from a bayonet charge to a square formation assembly.

Several Fengtian high-ranking officials sitting in the front row had solemn expressions on their faces. The momentum and responsiveness displayed by the Japanese army made them feel difficult to deal with, and they couldn't help but compare them with the Northeast Army.

But the more difficult part was yet to come, as the Japs began to demonstrate the marching of their infantry squads, their shooting techniques, grenade throwing, and accurate artillery firing. These scenes made the Chinese people's faces change again and again, while the Japanese people's faces were full of pride and ridicule.

The Japanese have held such military exercises countless times. The purpose is naturally to intimidate the senior officials in Fengtian City and make them realize the gap between themselves and Japan.

Their threats are very effective. So far, they have developed no less than 20 pro-Japanese elements in Fengtian City, and the activities of some Japanese capitalists in Riqiao will not be hindered, but will be given the green light all the way.

Every time this kind of exercise started, the faces of the senior officials in Fengtian City would become very ugly, and the Japanese would feel extremely proud, thinking that they were so fortunate to be the citizens of a powerful country.