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

"Put it on again!"

Lin Qi did not stop.

The second shell followed immediately after.

Boom!

The bullet struck the center of the bunker's wreckage directly, and the already crumbling earthen wall collapsed completely in the violent explosion, turning into a pile of flat ground.

The firing range was deathly silent.

Then, a deafening roar erupted, and the students went mad. They had never imagined that the artillery built by their headquarters would be so powerful.

Lin Qi stood up and kicked open the empty ammunition box.

"Jiang Wushan! Chen Chuanjin! He Junshan!"

"arrive!"

The future three heroes of Whampoa shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices filled with fanaticism for weapons.

"Fire! Five reloaded rounds per person! Target: 100-meter chest-ring target. Live fire!"

Fifty brand-new rifles were distributed.

The sound of gunfire echoed continuously in the mountains behind Cheung Chau Island.

The reloaded bullets, made with high-purity single-base smokeless powder, not only have stable recoil but also lack the thick white smoke that obstructs vision like old-fashioned black powder, resulting in an incredibly straight trajectory.

Most importantly, hundreds of people took turns firing, emptying ten ammunition boxes without a single barrel explosion, resulting in a near-zero jamming rate.

Gu Mosan watched from behind, his palms sweating.

Tactical instructors are most afraid of their soldiers going to their deaths with guns that won't fire. Now, with this stable industrial base, all those complex tactical maneuvers in their minds have become possible.

As the smoke cleared, Du Guangting and Guan Yudong were both flushed.

The two men walked up to Lin Qi, stood at attention without hesitation, and gave a standard military salute.

"Vice Principal Lin!"

Du Guangting's voice was hoarse: "The student was rude and short-sighted! This cannon, this gun, are divine!"

Guan Yudong roared, "With this kind of equipment, anyone who dares to say the vice principal is all talk and no action, I, Guan Yudong, will be the first to knock their teeth out!"

Lin Qi stood with his hands behind his back on the battlefield where the smoke of battle had not yet cleared, his gaze sweeping over the group of geniuses who had been completely conquered by the power of modern industry.

"Did you see that clearly?"

He raised his voice.

"This is the answer from the Ishii Arsenal! The guns in your hands, the cannons you just fired—that's the source of your confidence in your sand table simulations!"

"Today, we only have two cannons and fifty rifles. But as long as the arsenal's chimneys are still smoking, by the time you graduate in your first term, I'll equip every company with a mortar! I'll make your heavy machine guns create a real barrage!"

Lin Qi pointed to the distant, vast mountain range.

"Don't give me that 'brotherhood' nonsense, and don't spout those pretentious platitudes. From today onward, you all remember this one principle!"

"The rule of Whampoa is the range of cannons! Truth lies only within the range of artillery fire!"

The fervor ignited the passion of everyone present.

From student to instructor, their gazes toward Lin Qi had become completely devoted.

Chiang Kai-shek stood at the back of the crowd, listening to the deafening cheers.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The morale of this new army, the soul of this unit, was shattered by Lin Qi in the quagmire, and today on the firing range, it has been completely forged into steel by Lin Qi using cannons and smokeless gunpowder. He, the principal, is becoming more and more like a decoration.

However, when he recalled Lin Qi's heartfelt words to him that morning, he immediately felt relieved.

He chuckled to himself, "What's Tuozhi's is mine, so why bother arguing?"

Lin Qi looked at the hundreds of future generals before him and nodded slightly.

This is exactly the effect he wants. There will be many battles to come, and we can't afford to use human lives to fill the gaps like in another timeline. With him around, we'll have enough firepower.

In another timeline, even renowned generals like Du Guangting, who were equipped with mechanized troops, often knew very little about firepower configurations. The reason was simple: he was trained at the Whampoa Military Academy.

Therefore, today Lin Qi wants to plant a seed, a seed of firepower as king.

……

The next morning, in the same classroom as yesterday.

The venue was packed this time, and no one was whispering to each other.

Even Chen Chuanjin, who is usually the most carefree, sat up straight with his eyes fixed on the podium in front of him.

For the first time ever, Gu Mosan sat in the last row of the classroom, by the window.

A thick kraft paper notebook lay open in front of him, and he held a fountain pen in his hand, the nib of which was full of ink.

As a tactical instructor, he was deeply impressed by the live-fire shooting at the firing range yesterday, and today he is prepared to write down every detail of Vice Principal Lin's infantry-artillery coordinated positional warfare.

The steady sound of military boots echoed down the corridor.

Lin Qi walked onto the podium.

He didn't open any lecture notes, and didn't even bring his lesson plan.

He turned around, picked up a piece of white chalk, and started drawing directly on the blackboard.

The lines are bold, yet they convey the rigor of industrial drawing.

In less than two minutes, the outline of a mechanical object with wings, a propeller at the front, and an oval object hanging on its belly was clearly drawn on the paper.

Lin Qi threw the chalk back into the tin box and patted the white dust off his hands.

"Yesterday at the firing range, you witnessed the power of cannons and thought you were invincible, didn't you?"

Lin Qi braced his hands on the edge of the lectern, leaned forward, and scanned the entire room with his gaze.

"But I'm telling you, that's just a two-dimensional massacre crawling on the ground. Today, we'll put the lessons on infantry-artillery coordination on the back and talk about three-dimensional warfare, about this sky."

Lin Qi picked up the pointer and slammed it down on the propeller pattern on the blackboard.

"Air superiority."

Lin Qi uttered these three words, his voice echoing in the spacious classroom.

"On land, the meat grinder is a battle of lives and steel consumption. But in future wars, whoever controls the skies holds the key to the enemy's fate. An army without air superiority is doomed."

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed commotion arose in the classroom.

Gu Mosan, sitting in the back row, frowned.

He put down his pen, stood up, and his military boots made a dull thud as they hit the wooden floor.

"Vice Principal."

Gu Mosan pushed up his round-framed glasses, his tone carrying the stubbornness of a traditional tactical instructor: "We witnessed the power of cannons and machine guns with our own eyes yesterday, and we are convinced of their strength. But to use birds in the sky to decide the outcome of a war is far too frivolous."

He pointed to the simple drawing on the blackboard and offered his insightful opinion in sharp terms.

"I've studied the war reports of the European War countless times. In the trenches of Verdun and the Somme, the outcome was still decided by infantry and artillery. Those planes were nothing more than toys pieced together from wooden frames and canvas. They flew slowly, had a high failure rate, and at best, they could only fly over the positions for reconnaissance. Occasionally, a few daring pilots would drop a few small bombs into the trenches by hand to make a sound. The ultimate goal of war is to capture positions with the foot of infantry. To gamble victory on those wooden frames that could crash at any moment with a strong wind is not the way of war."

Many students nodded silently after hearing this.

In their minds, airplanes are too delicate, and war is about fighting with bayonets and cannons.

Lin Qi looked at Gu Mosan without getting angry, and simply put away his pointer.

"Instructor Gu, as a tactics instructor, you study war history very diligently, but your vision is stuck on the banks of the Somme a few years ago, and you can't see the explosion of industrial technology at all."

As he spoke, he began his overwhelming attack, a move that belonged to the science and engineering PhD.