Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

On October 10, Li Qinwu led the team to Shanhaiguan. Here, everyone finally no longer had to walk, but could take the train.

It is about 900 kilometers from Shanhaiguan Station to Kaifeng Station. At this time, the train can run 40 kilometers per hour and it can reach the destination in 2 to 3 days.

However, when Li Qinwu led his people into Shanhaiguan Station to buy tickets, the huge crowds of refugees buying tickets made it difficult for him to start.

The ticket hall was packed with people, with no space at all. The refugees were madly pushing towards the ticket window. They seemed to regard the people around them as enemies, shouting, cursing, pushing and beating. It was a scene of chaos.

Li Qinwu felt horrified when he saw this scene. He saw several people who accidentally fell down and were trampled on the ground by dozens of legs. They wailed and died soon after. There were also some pickpockets and blatant robbers mixed in the crowd. They grabbed a person's package and pulled it hard, and then they started beating and biting, causing even greater chaos.

The ticket hall seemed to have become a place where people were eaten, and Li Qinwu didn't dare to get close to it.

Hu Xiaoming's face turned pale with fright when he saw this. With his small body, if he was thrown in there, he would be trampled to death in no time.

"Director, what should we do? We have more than a thousand people. It will take forever to buy the tickets!"

Li Qinwu thought about it and did not enter the ticket hall, but walked towards the station dispatching building next to the ticket hall.

"I'll take you through the back door."

The dispatch room, also known as the telegraph room, is located on the second floor and is one of the command hubs of the railway station, where the stationmaster works.

Li Qinwu and his companion approached the door of the dispatch room and were stopped by a guard. Li Qinwu revealed his identity as the director of the weapons design department of the Fengtian Arsenal and showed the approval document given to him by Huang Xiansheng. He claimed that there were more than 300 skilled workers in his team and that it was related to the country's industrial development and he must meet the stationmaster as soon as possible.

Seeing that Li Qinwu was tall and well-dressed, the guard did not dare to neglect him and immediately went into the dispatch room to report. After a while, Li Qinwu was invited into the dispatch room and met the stationmaster of Shanhaiguan Station.

When he met the stationmaster, Li Qinwu went straight to the point and told him that he was leading a group of important workers south, and showed him Huang Xiansheng's documents.

The other party read the document and said hesitantly: "Director Li, you can see the current situation. There are a large number of refugees in the station. Our trains are already full and we cannot provide you with new trains."

As he said this, he winked at Li Qinwu. Li Qinwu understood at a glance that this man was asking for a bribe.

He took out four silver dollars wrapped in red paper from the bag that Hu Xiaoming was carrying, which amounted to 4 silver dollars.

The webmaster glanced at the big dollars on the table, greed flashed in his eyes, but he looked unmoved.

Li Qinwu's eyelids twitched, and he took out two dollars from his waist bag and put them on the table. Seeing this, the greed in the other party's eyes became even stronger, and he almost wanted to stick his eyes to Hu Xiaoming's waist bag.

Seeing that the man was getting more aggressive, Li Qinwu snorted coldly, pulled out the M1911 from his waist and slammed it on the table with a bang.

The stationmaster was startled, and when he saw the pistol on the table, cold sweat broke out on his body.

Li Qinwu pointed at the stationmaster's nose and cursed: "You spicy guy next door, that's enough! If I get pushed to the limit, I'll kill you for obstructing public service. Believe it or not, not only will no one bother me, but some people will even think it's a good idea for me to kill you!"

The stationmaster was shocked by Li Qinwu. He felt a little regretful and secretly cursed himself for being greedy. Li Qinwu was right. He brought so many workers south with him, and there were also documents for officials of Huang Xiansheng's rank. He, a small stationmaster, dared to make things difficult for them. He must have thought he didn't want to live long enough.

He quickly put an awkward smile on his face.

"Director Li... Director Li misunderstood. That's not what I meant!"

Li Qinwu muttered in his heart, between himself, a deputy director and him, a stationmaster, who is the subordinate?

He picked up the pistol and put it back into the holster at his waist, looking at the guy coldly.

"I don't need to tell you how important these skilled workers are, do I? I want to get on the bus today, can I do it?"

The stationmaster nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, yes, yes! We can definitely do it! Although there are no passenger trains, there are still freight trains."

Li Qinwu looked unhappy. The stationmaster hurriedly explained: "Director Li misunderstood. The conditions of freight trains are better than those of passenger trains.

The seats on passenger trains are all made of wood and are terrible. Passengers are not comfortable whether sitting or lying on them. However, the space on freight trains is much larger. Although there are no chairs, passengers can lie down and rest.

Director Li wants to take these people to Kaifeng. Such a long distance, including the time for the vehicle to stop to refuel with water and coal, will take at least three days. If they take a passenger train, they will lose 10 pounds in three days. If they take a freight train, at least they can lie down and rest. "

When Li Qinwu heard this, he stopped making things difficult for him.

"Calculate the fare and prepare the train. I'm leaving today!"

When the stationmaster heard the fare, the awkward smile on his face became more sincere. Just now he wanted to remind the other party to pay the fare, but the pistol on the other party's waist made him dare not mention it. Now that the other party took the initiative to mention it, he was relieved. After all, it costs money to run a train, and it would be a loss of thousands of dollars to make a wasted trip.

"Director Li, the ticket price from Shanhaiguan Station to Kaifeng Station is three dollars, but considering that you are working for the country, how about two dollars per person?"

Li Qinwu lamented that taking the train was damn expensive in this era. The salary of an ordinary worker in the Fengtian Arsenal was only nine yuan, which was a high salary among the common people. However, even so, ordinary workers could not afford to take the train.

Li Qinwu paid the money immediately, using his own money as he did not withdraw any money from Huang Xiansheng.

While preparing for the train at the station, Li Qinwu sent his clones to spread fear among the crowd, telling them that they might not be able to buy tickets for a long time in the future.

Everyone suddenly panicked, and anxiety began to spread. Then Li Qinwu came back with the information that the tickets had been purchased, and told them that he had subsidized them with two thousand dollars to buy tickets.

Everyone was deeply moved and thanked Director Li for his kindness. They shouted that they would pay back the money after they started working at the Xiaoyi Arsenal.

Li Qinwu was very satisfied with their gratitude. He had already made plans that these 300-plus workers must be firmly under his control. After going to work at the Xiaoyi Arsenal, these people would become his team.

A few hours later, the train was ready, everyone successfully boarded, and the train started.

Looking at Shanhaiguan in the distance, everyone felt relieved and they felt they were completely away from the war.

Li Qinwu had never ridden a train of this era, and on a whim he followed everyone into the carriage, then he regretted it.

There were no windows in the freight car, so he couldn't see the outside. If he wanted ventilation, he had to open the door. But as soon as the door was opened, the wind rushed in, making him very uncomfortable.

The stationmaster said that the conditions in freight cars were slightly better than those in passenger cars, but that was only relative. How could a dark car be much better? The noise from the operating mechanical structure was so deafening.

Fortunately, the space in the freight car is a little larger, which allows nearly half of the people in the car to lie down and rest. As for the other half, they have to stand or squat to make room for those who are resting, and everyone has to take turns before they can lie down and sleep.

Li Qinwu couldn't stand staying in the carriage for more than ten minutes anymore, so he took the time to come to the empty connecting part of the carriages, opened a portal, and slipped directly into the island space.

The three-story warehouse in the island space has been built. The first floor is filled with weapons and ammunition. The clones can come here to get them at any time when they need to fight. The second and third floors have become resting spaces for the clones.

Li Qinwu went up to the third floor, where there was a small room specially prepared for him. It was equipped with all living facilities, and one could see the sea outside through the window. The view was very beautiful.

He entered his room, lay on the bed, and stared at a 10-centimeter-long, -centimeter-wide, and -centimeter-high cube at the head of the bed.

This thing is what I got by signing in this month. It is an unknown metal cube with many tiny ripples on the surface.

You have no idea what this thing is just by looking at its appearance, but the explanation given by the sign-in system is that this is an unknown STC, which is the carrier of ancient technology used by the Mechanicus in Warhammer 40k for archaeological excavations.

They could be a USB flash drive, an automated factory, or more likely some unknown formula engraved on a stone slab.

STC is an invaluable treasure. The Mechanicus has been exploring all over the galaxy for it. If an Imperial governor gets STC and hands it over to the Mechanicus, he can directly exchange it for a fleet!

However, this thing is useless to Li Qinwu. He can't crack the contents of the STC, and he doesn't even know how to open this metal cube.

Moreover, this thing is extremely heavy. A cube with a size of only 10 centimeters actually weighs more than 20 kilograms. He doubts whether the material used to make this thing is refined gold?

He coveted the technology in this stc very much, but since he couldn't crack it, he could only put it here as a decoration. He didn't know why the sign-in system gave him this thing, unless he signed in a technical priest for himself in the future and let the technical priest crack it.

Li Qinwu fell asleep on the bed while daydreaming. However, not long after he fell asleep, he heard Li Hanchao's call in his mind.

He climbed out of bed. His mind was still a little unclear after being woken up. Li Hanchao's voice became more and more anxious.

"Main, are you awake? Do you want tanks? Lots of tanks!"

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