Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

The next day, Deputy Director Li and Supervisor Li brought the giant Li Xiongnu into the factory. Li Xiongnu's terrifying height and physique made passers-by stop and watch, and they all exclaimed in amazement.

Li Qinwu came to the workshop he was supervising and met Lao Huotou who was debugging a machine. There were only a dozen senior technicians in the Fengtian Arsenal, and they were very precious resources. Li Qinwu and Lao Huotou had a master-apprentice relationship, so he was able to call him to provide technical guidance.

"Master, I'm busy."

The old fireman was lying under a machine, tightening a screw with a wrench, and then scooped up some lubricating oil to apply on it.

"Young man, I have shown you all these machines. There is a barrel forging workshop, a stamping workshop, a cutting workshop, and a grinding and assembly workshop.

If all these workshops are put into operation, they can produce flamethrower submachine guns in an assembly line. If the workers become familiar with the process, they can produce at least 80 submachine guns a day!

There is also a composite workshop that produces anti-tank guns for you. Since most of the parts of this gun can be produced by other workshops, the composite workshop is only responsible for polishing and assembling.

The heavy machine gun workshop has an empty machine for you to make gun barrels, 10 barrels a day, no more, they still have heavy machine gun production tasks. "

As the old fireman spoke, he put down his work and turned around.

"I'm telling you, Deputy Director Zhang takes this very seriously. The machines in the workshop are all the latest, and the electricity has been connected. The workers will be in place today, and they can start work tomorrow after getting familiar with the parts. Oh my god!!"

The old fireman was frightened by Li Xiongnu and jumped up, pointing at the other party with the wrench covered in oil.

Li Qinwu hurriedly snatched the wrench from Lao Huotou.

"Master, don't be nervous! This is my second uncle's aunt's cousin's mother's third grandson. He is my eldest nephew. He came to me because there was no food at home. What a poor child!"

Old Huotou's eyelids twitched wildly as he looked at the giant.

"This guy is still a fucking kid!?"

Li Qinwu pointed at Li Xiongnu's face.

"Master, look at his face. Doesn't it look weird? Think about those big fools in the countryside. He is one of them."

Lao Huotou looked at Li Xiongnu's eyes which were moving up and down. The other party grinned foolishly, and Lao Huotou quickly covered his eyes.

"Young man! Your nephew is a bit mentally handicapped. He won't go berserk all of a sudden! My old bones can't stand him breaking them!"

Li Qinwu quickly made a promise.

"Master, don't worry! Although my nephew is a fool, he is very obedient and kind. Isn't that right, nephew? Come and call me Master."

Li Xiongnu opened his mouth wide, revealing his huge diamond-like teeth.

"Hehehehe, hello, Master."

Li Qinwu: ...

Old Firehead: ...

"That's right, Master!"

Li Qinwu quickly diverted the old man's attention.

"Now that I have money, there are too many people watching me in my position. I want to buy some guns for self-defense. Can I buy them from the factory?"

The old fireman glanced at Li Xiongnu from time to time, nodded and said, "You can buy some pistols. The factory can sell them to you at the original factory price."

"Can I buy some submachine guns?"

The old fireman glanced at him.

"What's going on? You want to go to war? And you need a submachine gun? Do you know that you need to register when you buy a long gun?"

Li Qinwu had to give up the purchase temporarily and took Li Xiongnu to the warehouse to buy a gun.

The Fengtian Arsenal has several large and small warehouses, some of which are even buried underground to avoid possible risks.

At 918, the Fengtian Arsenal was taken over by the Japanese intactly, along with tens of thousands of rifles and thousands of other weapons stored in these warehouses.

Li Qinwu followed the warehouse manager down to the underground gun warehouse. The underground warehouse was divided into several cement rooms, and numbers such as 1234 were painted white on the outside of the rooms.

The warehouse manager led the way with a flashlight, turning back from time to time to talk to Li Qinwu.

"Director Li, your name has spread to our Qingshui government. You are really amazing. You can design two weapons by yourself.

I wonder if Director Li is married? I have a niece who is sixteen years old and is very pretty!

A frown flashed across Li Qinwu's face. He didn't know how many people had introduced him to a marriage partner. These guys knew that he had 35 yuan in his hands, and they really wanted to marry their mothers to him!

Li Qinwu replied awkwardly: "I have no plans to get married for the time being. Brother, I wonder what kind of pistol I can buy."

"Oh, that's such a pity, my niece won't be able to enjoy the happiness with Director Li.

As for the pistol, I recommend Director Li to buy a box gun. This is the most produced pistol here. It is easy to use, durable, and cheap. "

Li Qinwu shook his head. The box gun was too big and not suitable for clones. It would feel a bit shameless for the thugs in suits to take out the box gun during a fight. They needed a powerful and easy-to-conceal pistol that would not be too conspicuous under their suits.

"The box gun is too big. Brother, do you have any other pistols? I need a gun for self-defense. Why don't I carry a box gun with me all day? Do you have a pistol similar to the M1911?"

This made the warehouse manager pause for a moment, then he slapped his forehead and said, "Hey, it's true!

Our factory imitated a batch of American m1911s a few years ago, but there were some problems with the copyright of this gun, so the factory did not dare to sell it openly and sold it secretly.

I heard that those officials like to equip their guards with this kind of pistol, saying that this pistol is very powerful! "

He brought Li Qinwu to the iron gate marked No. 7. He took out a bunch of keys from his waist and opened the door. Li Qinwu's eyes stayed on the bunch of keys for a few seconds.

"Brother, don't you come down to this warehouse often? I see the ground is covered in dust."

Li Qinwu said as he looked at the footprints left on the ground.

"Oh, this. Many guns are stored in the warehouse and will not be moved. They will only be taken out when there is a need to expand the army or the arsenal receives a large order.

This happened the year before last. The young marshal expanded the strength of a regiment and immediately cleared out the weapons in two underground warehouses. This year, there has been almost no large-scale expansion of the army, and several warehouses have not been moved for more than a year. "

The warehouse manager opened the door as he spoke. The dust stirred up by the door made the manager raise his hand to fan it away. Seeing this, Li Qinwu's eyes flashed more violently, and a bold idea was brewing in his mind.

Entering Room 7, the warehouse manager used a crowbar to pry open a wooden box, took out an item wrapped in oil paper, tore open the oil paper, revealing a brand new M1911 pistol.

He handed the pistol to Li Qinwu and said, "Director Li, this is the M1911 pistol that our factory imitated. Let me tell you the truth, the products made by our factory are definitely not as good as the original American ones. The barrel life is a little shorter, but actually not much.

Remember to oil this gun before you use it. The gun comes with 4 magazines, 100 rounds of bullets, a cowhide holster, and a cleaning kit.

We sell this gun to the public for 80 yuan each, and if Director Li wants it, the factory price is 40 yuan each."

Li Qinwu took the pistol and fumbled with it, and found that the steel stamp on the gun was still American. This was a very thorough piracy, but with the manufacturing capabilities of the Fengtian Arsenal, the performance of this gun should not be too bad.

The warehouse manager opened another wooden box and took out two types of holsters. One was a yellow cowhide holster that was tied to a belt and used to hang the pistol around the waist.

The other type is similar to a small jacket worn on the body, with a pistol inserted at the waist and a holster on each side, all black.

Li Qinwu fell in love with the holster that allows you to hang a gun under your armpit. Nothing else to say, it’s just cool!

This thing can hold two guns. Although it is not very convenient to draw the guns, hiding the guns under the armpits is much more concealed than hanging them around the waist. This style of pulling out two guns from the armpits is perfect for a thug in a suit.

"Man, how many guns can I buy?"

"No more than 10. If you have more than 10, you have to go through the formalities, which is very troublesome."

Li Qinwu walked up to him, put his arm around his shoulders, put his face very close to him, and spoke in a very low voice.

"Brother, please help me, I want 60 of them!"

The warehouse manager's eyes widened instantly, and he quickly took a few steps back to try to get rid of Li Qinwu, but Li Qinwu held his hand so hard that he couldn't step back at all.

He was a little panicked.

"Director Li, stop joking! The factory will investigate the whereabouts of so many guns, and the Marshal's Mansion will also investigate. Unless you are a special profession such as a bodyguard or bodyguard, you will have to show your personal ID, property certificate, and strictly check your ancestral home, otherwise we will not sell you so many guns.

Anyway, it's very troublesome, Director Li, please stop joking!"

Every word he said was a refusal, but Li Qinwu just hooked his finger at Li Xiongnu behind him, and Li Xiongnu took out a few long red objects from the bag on his back and threw them on the ground.

He threw out 10 things in a row. When they hit the ground, some of their packaging broke, revealing the silver dollars inside. These were dollars wrapped in red paper in groups of 50. If he threw out 10 of them, that would be 500 dollars.

"Oh! Brother, how did you lose your money?"

"I?"

The warehouse manager was stunned for a moment, shining the flashlight directly at Dayang on the ground and swallowing his saliva. He understood what Li Qinwu meant.

500 dollars is something that a warehouse manager would have to spend half his lifetime to earn. It was impossible for him not to be tempted by such a large amount of money.

The warehouse manager hesitated for a long time, thinking about the risks of this matter. Finally, he decided to keep half of the money for himself and use the rest to bribe people above and below. He heard that someone had done this in Warehouse 4, and not only was that guy not held accountable, he seemed to have been promoted this year.

"it is good!"

After making the decision, he began to help Li Qinwu carry the guns. In fact, there were only two wooden boxes, and it was mainly the holsters and bullets that were a bit troublesome.

Li Qinwu asked him to find a hemp rope and tie all the boxes together. Li Xiongnu carried them all on his shoulders by himself without feeling any effort at all.

When the three were about to leave the warehouse, Li Qinwu suddenly saw two violin cases hanging on the wall. The appearance of these things in the warehouse was a bit abrupt, so Li Qinwu asked the warehouse manager what they were?

The warehouse manager was about to close the door, but after taking a look, he casually replied, "There are Thompson submachine guns in there. I heard that gangsters in the United States like to use violin cases as disguises, so we did that, too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qinwu inserted his foot into the door that was about to close.

The warehouse manager looked at Li Qinwu in confusion. Li Qinwu grinned at him. Then, with two jingle sounds, two golden little yellow croakers slid down Li Qinwu's clothes and fell to the ground.

"Oh my, brother, you are so careless. How could you drop two 500-gram yellow croakers with the seal of Northeast Bank on the ground when you were just closing the door?"

The warehouse manager's mouth twitched, but when he saw the two golden little yellow croakers on the ground, he happily pushed open the warehouse door again.