Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Pavlov's forehead.

He was a veteran, and he knew Mosin-Nagant's problem better than anyone.

However, this was a Soviet military secret, and outsiders could not possibly know such details, let alone pinpoint the mechanical principle of the bottom edge jamming mechanism.

The young man in front of me, who wasn't wearing a military uniform, had an unfathomable knowledge of firearms.

However, Lin Qi's massacre had only just begun.

"It's one thing for your weapons to be outdated, but your tactics are even worse—it's garbage that's just throwing lives away."

Lin Qi turned around, placed his hands on the back of the sofa, and stared intently into Pavlov's eyes.

"Red Army Infantry Regulations? You're still clinging to the myths of deep cavalry maneuvers and human wave infantry charges from the Civil War era. In modern warfare, when faced with modern trench systems and two heavy machine guns forming a crossfire, your human wave charges are nothing but suicide missions."

"The infantry and artillery are out of sync, without the cover of advancing barrages. The company and platoon-level officers don't know how to utilize the terrain's blind spots; all they know is to point their bayonets and shout 'Hurrah!' You want to cram this backward, agrarian-era fighting style into the Whampoa Military Academy? You want to ruin this new army."

The three Soviet advisors exchanged bewildered glances, their earlier arrogance replaced by utter shock.

Who exactly is this person?

He not only understood the fatal flaws of Russian firearms, but also had a thorough understanding of the most advanced infantry-artillery coordination tactics in Europe.

Every word he uttered precisely struck at the tactical sore spots that the Soviet army was currently secretly reviewing internally.

Pavlov threw away his cigarette, stood up, and his posture had completely changed; he was no longer aloof and superior.

"Dr. Lin, tactics and firearms can be discussed. But without our assistance, you won't even have bullets. No matter how good the theory is, it's just empty talk."

Pavlov is still trying to regain his confidence.

"Who told you we don't have bullets?"

Lin Qizhi stood up, straightened his cuffs, and unleashed the most devastating blow of the night.

"The Ishii Arsenal currently produces 2,000 reloaded bullets per day with a barrel explosion rate of less than 0.5%. The rudimentary lead chamber sulfuric acid purification equipment is already operational, and our own single-base smokeless powder has been mass-produced. The lead bath tempering and carbonization process ensures that our barrel life is no worse than your Mosin-Nagant."

A series of extremely hardcore military industry terms.

Pavlov was completely numb, utterly numb.

Single-base smokeless gunpowder and lead bath tempering for carbonization—these are core technologies that even in the Soviet Union, only advanced arsenals could master. Yet this wretched place, Guangzhou, has actually developed them.

He looked at Lin Qi, and what shone in the young man's eyes was not arrogance or bluster, but absolute confidence.

The fear of not knowing the truth instantly overwhelmed his arrogance.

"General Pavlov."

Lin Qi put away all his expressions, his voice as cold as the Siberian wind: "Stop your charity act. Even without your broken guns and rubles, the General Headquarters' arsenal can still arm a mechanized new army that can crush the Beiyang Army."

Lin Qi pointed to the gate.

"If you've come to be friends, put down your shoes; we welcome you. If you're looking to use this opportunity to become masters and control the new army, the door's in the back. Take your junk and get back to Vladivostok."

The reception room was deathly silent.

Chiang Kai-shek sat next to him, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Although he couldn't understand Russian, he had eyes.

Watching helplessly as the once arrogant and domineering Soviet general, under Lin Qi's rapid-fire questioning, changed from arrogance to shock, and finally to a solemn expression bordering on fear.

Pavlov's straight back even unconsciously hunched over a little.

Chiang Kai-shek felt a surge of elation at surviving a disaster, and the cold sweat on his back was cooled by the wind outside the window.

If it weren't for Lin Qi, this true god, descending to earth to keep order today, Chang would not only have had to sign a humiliating military agreement to obtain weapons, but he would also have lost face for his headquarters in front of the foreigners, thus becoming a puppet of the Soviets.

This sworn brother is too tough, so tough it gives me the creeps.

Pavlov took a deep breath.

He was a seasoned officer who knew when to back down.

The playing field has completely changed. Guangzhou is no longer a beggar begging for food. It has its own military industrial base and tactical masters. If it continues to act like an emperor emeritus, it will only mess things up.

Pavlov straightened up, his attitude completely changing.

He dropped his arrogance and adopted an expression of equality between soldiers, even one that seemed to carry a hint of seeking advice.

"Dr. Lin, your expertise is admirable. I apologize for my offensive words just now."

Pavlov bowed slightly, his tone sincere: "Regarding the ammunition supply issues of the Mosin-Nagant, our engineers have also proposed improvement plans. I wonder if Dr. Lin prefers to increase the number of light machine guns or improve the shooting accuracy of riflemen for the firepower configuration at the infantry squad level."

The rapid change in attitude left the translator beside him speechless for a long time.

Chiang Kai-shek secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this deal had been completely turned around.

In the corridor outside the door.

One of the guards, who had been ordered to listen in outside the door, was so excited that he trembled all over.

He heard it all clearly: Vice Principal Lin inside, with just a few words of foreign language and the throwing of a bullet, had subdued those arrogant Soviet advisors, making them so submissive that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

This is such a great honor.

The guard turned and ran towards the study deep inside the second floor.

Inside the study.

The gentleman was sitting behind his desk reviewing official documents.

Liao Zikai, Wang Shi, and Hu Shi, the three core elders, sat on the sofas on either side, discussing the raising of military funds in hushed tones.

The guard didn't even knock; he just pushed the door open and entered, sweating profusely but with an undisguised excitement on his face.

"Sirs, sirs. The matter has been settled in the reception room."

The guard, panting heavily, recounted everything he had overheard outside the door, adding his own embellishments and exaggerations.

"Vice Principal Lin pointed his finger at the Soviet advisors and told them to flatten their shoes, saying that our own arsenals could produce smokeless powder and that we didn't need their broken guns at all. Those Soviets were terrified and their attitude completely changed. Now they're asking Vice Principal Lin for advice on infantry tactics."

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

The gentleman abruptly put down his calligraphy brush and slammed his hand on the rosewood desk.

"happy."

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