A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Zhang Tiechan, who was lying on the coal pile, regretted not bringing the sniper rifle disguised as a large broom.

He was just curious about what so many people were welcoming on the airport runway, so he took advantage of the coal delivery to quietly climb up the coal pile for a look.

Unexpectedly, this was one of their targets.

Through the 3x scope, Zhang Tiechan aimed at Jiang Xia: "Bang!"

"Kid, you're lucky you survived another day!"

Once he showed up, things would be much easier. Zhang Tiechan, whose face was covered in soot, was a professional. Back in the day, he was sent to the Alliance for a period of training by the commander of the Bald Head Squad in the South because of his excellent marksmanship.

His superiors at the time placed high hopes on him and even made a solemn promise that if he could achieve great military exploits in the future, he would be able to become the next general who would be renowned throughout the Tianshan Mountains.

However, fate is fickle. When he returned after completing his studies, he found that the situation had completely changed, and his former superior had been stripped of his military power by the bald man.

Zhang Tiechan was determined to follow his superior and planned to escape to Taiwan together, but an unexpected event occurred along the way, and the two were separated. They ended up in the vast Northeast China in a daze.

After arriving in Northeast China, thanks to his superb marksmanship, he secured the position of the fifth-in-command under a local bandit leader, which gave him a place to settle down.

During this time, he also made contact with someone from his hometown, Azu, by chance. This made Zhang Tiechan feel as if he could see the dawn of his life again, and his past glory seemed to have a chance to bloom again.

Unfortunately, not long after, red flags fluttered over Northeast China, and sickles and hammers shattered Zhang Tiechan's dream of exploiting the countryside.

Knowing full well that he had committed many evils and could not be tolerated by the new China, he took advantage of the chaos to sneak down from the mountain and escape to a remote place, where he disguised himself as a displaced hunter.

The situation at the time was complex and turbulent, with various forces intertwined and information flow extremely poor. Zhang Tiechan, relying on the superb disguise skills he learned in the Alliance and taking advantage of some of the still-developing policy loopholes in the early days of the People's Republic of China, successfully went undercover.

Later, he even managed to get a job at the 112 auxiliary power plant, although he was just a slag remover.

If it weren't for Azu's appearance, Zhang Tiechan felt that his life would have just passed by uneventfully.

But it seems the goddess of fate has lifted the hem of her skirt for him again.

Zhang Tiechan considered himself a man who was good at seizing opportunities. After coming down from the coal pile, he used his years of experience in reading people and making small talk to calmly chat with the people around him. He quickly deduced the location that Xiao Daimao would be going to the next day—the bunker area not far from Factory 112.

This bunker area was meticulously constructed by the Japanese back then, using only high-grade cement, making it extremely sturdy.

After the war, Factory 112 selected this place as an excellent site for testing related weapons.

For Zhang Tiechan, Xiao Daimao going to this location was a godsend.

Normally, this place is rarely visited. When Factory 112 conducts weapons tests, the area is cleared in advance and appropriate security measures are taken. After the tests are completed, no unauthorized personnel are allowed to linger.

Zhang Tiechan had secretly hunted in this area before and knew every plant and tree there like the back of his hand.

With the target and location confirmed, the next step is to take action.

It's performance time now!

Poking through slag requires quick hands and eyes; getting injured is incredibly easy.

Zhang Tiechan used his back, stuffed with Ula grass, to take the gushing out slag.

"what!!"

Hearing the shout, the coworker hurriedly turned around and saw that Zhang Tiechan was covered in coal slag, with wisps of smoke rising from his cotton-padded coat. He was immediately panicked.

"Quick! Take him to the clinic!"

His coworkers on duty helped him put out the flames on his back, and then the foreman carried him and tried to rush out.

"It's alright! Don't worry about me! Work is important, I can go by myself!" Zhang Tiechan climbed shakily off the squad leader's back, his face full of determination.

"Can we really walk?"

"Yes, I think so~~"

The foreman glanced at the still-gushing slag, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! You can go on your way. This area really can't be left unattended. This month's outstanding worker award is yours!"

"I've been resting at home for the past few days. I'll report to the union later and ask them to put you on the honor roll!"

Zhang Tiechan was secretly delighted, but still pretended to be extremely grateful and said, "Thank you, squad leader! You are such a good person."

The squad leader waved his hand: "Call him comrade!"

After saying that, he picked up the large iron skewer and rushed towards the slag discharge port again.

"Ha, you fool!"

To avoid revealing his whereabouts, Zhang Tiechan still went to the health center, picked up some burn ointment, and said he would apply it at home.

That night, under the cover of darkness, Zhang Tiechan stealthily slipped into the bunker area not far from Factory 112, like a ghost.

Thanks to his familiarity with the terrain from previous hunting trips, he quickly found an excellent hiding spot. It was a shadowy spot at the corner of the bunker, surrounded by piles of messy cement blocks, which perfectly concealed his figure.

Just wait. As a sniper, patience is the last thing you need.

……

early morning.

Two small jeeps escorted a Jiefang truck, which arrived as scheduled.

Xiong Da pulled out a tin megaphone, mounted it on the roof of the car, and yelled a few times at the top of his lungs towards the group of bunkers.

"Let's do the experiment! Let's do the experiment! Anyone who's not involved, get out of here... or we won't care if you jump around!"

After shouting like that a few times, he said to Jiang Xia, "Alright, we can begin!"

"Ah! Is that all? Aren't you going to send someone to check if there are any fellow villagers inside?" Jiang Xia nestled in the jeep, surveying the group of bunkers.

Xiong Da laughed heartily, waved his hand dismissively, and explained, "Hey, there's no fellow villager here. Have you forgotten the bear paw you ate? The security department came to patrol here a couple of days ago and put up a cordon. It's fine!"

He paused, as if recalling something interesting, and continued, "Besides, this is also a training ground for the militia. They even organized a drill to blow up a pillbox a while ago!"

As he spoke, Xiong Da pointed to the bunker on the side, "Look, that corner that collapsed is where they bombed it!"

Little did they know that Xiong Da's casual pointing gesture startled Zhang Tiechan, who was hiding in the shadows.

"Damn it, have I become rusty? How come I was discovered so quickly?"

He immediately grabbed his sniper rifle and carefully began moving among the rocks and ruins. At the same time, his eyes never stopped scanning, constantly searching for the best position to fire.

"If that kid is testing weapons in the jeep, he'll probably be carrying things inside. So, what's the best shooting position after he gets out?"

Zhang Tiechan turned his gaze to the largest bunker in the very center.

"Yes! That's it!"

Although this guy with the ahoge wasn't alone, the men around him didn't look like they were easy to mess with.

However, as a professional sniper, Zhang Tiechan never cared how many people were around his target.

It's just a matter of one bullet anyway.

I, Zhang Tiechan, never miss!