Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 6: The rear base
When Zhao Fangyuan was reciting the telegram, Zhang Hu happened to pass by with three or four captured rifles on his back.

I just happened to hear the content of the telegram.

"Commander, this Commander Yan is really going too far!"

"In this battle, I won't talk about how many Japanese soldiers our brothers killed, but what was that...what was it?"

"Lieutenant Colonel."

Zhao Fangyuan added on the side.

"Oh, yes, Lieutenant Colonel. They killed a Lieutenant Colonel, but they didn't give me any reward and accused me of running away without a fight!"

"Commander, I can't stand this."

Zhang Hu became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and finally he took off his hat and sat down on the ground.

Wang Feng frowned and said in a serious tone, "Zhang Hu."

"To!"

Hearing the commander calling him, Zhang Hu stood up and stood at attention.

Wang Feng looked disappointed and kicked Zhang Hu on the butt: "Why are you everywhere? Look how free you are. You have nothing to do, right?"

"Go wherever it's cooler!"

"My subordinate understands!"

After driving Zhang Hu away, Wang Feng and Zhao Fangyuan walked side by side, wandering aimlessly in the threshing ground.

"Commander, what should we do now?"

"At present, our troops have gone around to the rear of the Japanese army and are completely disconnected from the frontal troops."

Zhao Fangyuan thought about it and asked about strategy.

Wang Feng put his hands behind his back and thought for a moment:
"The Japanese army is coming with great force. Everyone in this land has the duty to protect the country and the people, let alone us soldiers."

"Organize the troops and set out at dawn tomorrow."

"Yes!"

After sending Zhao Fangyuan away, Wang Feng selected a few personal guards and walked slowly to the mountain behind the village.

At the intersection, Zhu Xiangwen was waiting there early.

"Master, you are finally here."

Wang Feng smiled calmly, walked forward and gently placed his hand on the other's shoulder.

"How many times have I told you to use your job title when you're working?"

Zhu Xiangwen reacted and immediately changed his words: "It's called the position, it's called the position."

"Commander, everything is ready inside, why don't you go take a look?"

Wang Feng nodded.

Zhu Xiangwen led the way, and the group walked to a large cave in the back mountain.

Just by standing in front of the door, you can hear faint clanging sounds coming from inside.

The accompanying guard pushed open the door, a wave of heat hit him, and Wang Feng squinted his eyes unconsciously.

So hot!

Zhu Xiangwen had a very keen eye for judging the situation and immediately handed over a clean handkerchief.

"Commander, all our belongings over the years are in here."

I saw that the space inside the cave was very spacious, but a little dim, and the light from outside could hardly come in.

But there were several bright electric lights on the ceiling.

There are several machine tools placed in the open space in the center.

We have turning, boring, grinding and milling machines, with a wide variety.

It looks like a small factory.

These large equipment were brought from Europe by Wang Feng’s agents. They were old equipment discarded by the factories there.

But in China, it can still play a very stabilizing role.

Most of the family fortune left by our ancestors was invested in this small factory.

There is also an old-fashioned rifling cutting machine.

It's also European.

The old gunsmiths there like to use this rifling cutting machine very much.

The machine is purely manual. The rifling polished by this cutting machine has high shooting accuracy and good stability.

It's just a waste of time and the production efficiency is very low.

There are some manual punching machines placed next to them.

It is very small and can probably only be used to punch small metal pieces the size of a coin or not very thick.

More than a hundred workers were busy in the house, mainly doing two things: repairing and maintaining guns, and making reloaded bullets.

Wang Feng’s ancestors were merchants from Shanxi. They once opened a money shop and even produced a third-rank official.

He has a wealthy family and a wide network of contacts.

It's not difficult to get these devices, it just takes some effort.

"Alas, in times of war, it is not easy for anyone to survive."

Looking at the workers standing in a row in front of him, Wang Feng sighed.

Among these workers, there are old and young, some in their fifties with sparse white hair, and some teenagers in their teens.

The youngest worker is only sixteen years old. In his previous life, he would be preparing for the college entrance examination.

He looks dirty now, and he must be working as a coal shoveler in a factory.

As for the origins of these workers, it is also very simple.

When Wang Feng's parents were still alive, they owned several blacksmith shops in Taiyuan.

After traveling through time, he was determined to join the army to serve his country and drive away the Japanese devils.

He simply sold all his family assets and exchanged them for gold.

As long as the craftsmen were smart, dexterous, and honest, they were all retained.

He followed Wang Feng and started a small workshop privately.

It had been nearly exposed before.

But money can make the world go round.

After some arrangements, I was able to get away with it.

After all, the level of corruption in the military of this era was quite high.

Drinking soldiers' blood, smoking opium, and raising private soldiers were extremely common.

Everyone has the same tone and no one will make things too difficult for anyone else.

Just turn a blind eye and let it go.

Wang Feng was quite different. Although he often pretended to obey his superiors, he was naturally very nice to his subordinates.

When he first arrived at the 414th Regiment, he was able to quickly establish prestige in the army by not taking advantage of the soldiers' blood and eating and living with the officers and soldiers.

"Yes, Lao Zhu has worked hard."

"Not hard, not hard."

Zhu Xiangwen quickly waved his hands and shook his head to explain.

Wang Feng walked around inside and came to a wooden box. He grabbed a handful of yellow bullets and rubbed them in his palm.

Wow!
The collision sound of the bullet shells was very crisp.

The reason why Wang Feng wanted to set up this small workshop was more for future considerations.

He was not sure whether Yan Laoxi and his Second War Zone troops would be able to defend Taiyuan and preserve the Taiyuan Arsenal in the future.

If the Japanese were allowed to enter Taiyuan, the supply to the arsenal would be cut off.

Life was difficult then.

"Guys, the Japanese are invading our Shanxi land right now. I've told you before that the Japanese are vicious wild dogs, and they'll pull you wherever you go."

"Once the Japanese gain a foothold in Shanxi, they will rob your women, occupy your farmland, and kill your children."

"We can never allow this to happen!"

"Not allowed!"

"Not allowed!"

"Not allowed!"

Wang Feng stood in front of the workers and spoke. Although his words were rather rough, facing these uneducated workers, the more straightforward he spoke, the more they could understand.

Walking out of the cave, Zhu Xiangwen whispered beside him.

"Commander, don't worry about what I'm doing. The villagers in front definitely don't know what's happening in the back mountain."

Wang Feng straightened the white gloves on his hands and said indifferently: "From now on, our family's roots will be planted here, and we must be prepared for long-term development."

"Yes."

Zhu Xiangwen lowered his head and spoke in a gentle and respectful tone.

"Okay, don't be so reserved. As the old saying goes, moving into a new house is a happy occasion. No matter how you look at it, this is also a happy event."

Wang Feng patted his shoulder gently and spoke in a gentle manner.

"Hahahaha, the commander is really good-tempered."

Zhu Xiangwen raised his head and smiled happily.

(End of this chapter)