Your Excellency, General, we have captured Li Feng's parents, and we are now preparing to negotiate with Li Feng! ”

Somewhere in Shanghai, a devil Shao Zuo said to a major general.

And the devil major general also has a touch of ruthlessness on his face at this time, and if you look closely, you can find that he actually has a deep scar on his face.

I only heard the corner of his mouth sneer, and said very confidently:

"Yo Xi, this time His Excellency the Prince will personally witness this matter, please be sure to ensure Li Feng's smooth surrender!"

"Hey!"

The devils are now ready to win over Li Feng, and their bargaining chips are Li Feng's parents and relatives.

And our little fat man doesn't know it at this time, he is now thinking about some other problems here in the arsenal.

The problem in the arsenal is very simple, that is, the demand is very large, the supply of steel on their side is very small, and they need to build a larger steel mill.

This in itself is a minor problem, but because the arsenal is located between enemy war zones, this leads to the fact that the location of the steel mill is not easy to determine, and God knows if it will be put in the devil's nest.

Zhang Guoqiang had no choice but to hand over this matter to Li Feng, anyway, this little fat man has great ability, and I believe that he can handle this matter.

But what he didn't expect was that after this dead fat man came to this place, the first thing he did was not to look for the location of the steel factory, but to go to their arsenal workshop to see the weapons and equipment.

A certain fat man grabbed a steel helmet, knocked it vigorously, and then put it back in place, with a look of disgust on his face.

"The quality of your steel helmet needs to be improved, and the shape is not quite right, you continue to refer to the shape of other countries' steel helmets!"

When a few engineers heard the little fat man say this, their faces immediately turned green, originally the Eighth Route Army did not produce many steel helmets, and in many cases they were produced with leftovers, and it was normal for the quality to be poor.

There is even a considerable part of the steel that is recycled and recast into steel helmets, and it is normal for some to be unqualified.

"These steel helmets are forged by us according to the experience of the soldiers on the battlefield, and they are the most powerful steel helmets in our Eighth Route Army now."

Zhang Guoqiang on the side coughed a few times, and then scolded the little fat man.

This dead fat man is not at home, I don't know how difficult things are.

Well, when the little fat man heard these men say this, he walked to the other places, reached out and grabbed a submachine gun, and then put it down.

The quality of the submachine guns manufactured in their arsenal is okay, and the biggest problem at the moment is the unification of the caliber of bullets.

As we all know, the weapons and ammunition of the Eighth Route Army are made in all countries, and the caliber is uneven, and when fighting, it even has to pick out the bullets belonging to its own rifle from the bullet stack.

Picking up a replica of the Thomson submachine gun, he looked at it carefully and found that the quality was still very good, but it was much more difficult to manufacture than other pumping guns, so the cost was also high, so his production was not much.

However, the production of the Stern submachine gun is very high, because this submachine gun may not be so powerful on the battlefield, but it is cheap.

"Try to keep enough attention for me when you make this submachine gun, because this kind of gun doesn't have a good reputation on the battlefield!"

Just kidding, the Stern submachine gun that can kill its own people can have a good reputation?

After turning around, I found that their own semi-automatic rifle was relatively good, but the production was too low, and it might not be able to produce 1,000 units a month.

"The growth line of bullets is going to be tightened, although our steel bullets are a bit serious about the wear and tear of the barrel, but it's better than nothing."

China lacks copper, so it is a very luxurious thing to use copper to make bullets.

There's no way to make bullets out of steel, and if the little fat man has enough copper, it won't be like this.

"Our current copper is still relatively sufficient, half of the copper bullets on the production line, half of the steel bullets, so there is a balance, so there should not be any big updates in the next bullets!"

Lao Zhang takes good care of this arsenal, but his health is not very good, since the last time he had a serious illness, he now coughs a few times a day.

"Since this is the case, then I can rest assured, I will confirm the location of the steel mill for you in the near future, you don't have to worry!"

Just as the little fat man finished saying this, a boat hurriedly rushed in and said a word in the little fat man's ear, and then Li Feng was stunned.

"What did you say?"

Li Feng couldn't believe what he had heard, and then he returned from the arsenal with people.

Originally, the little fat man thought that it would be okay for Ma Zongcai to go to the master to report the results of this battle, but what he didn't expect was that he would have to go there himself.

did not return to Furong Town, but directly bypassed here and went north to the division headquarters.

The division commander saw that the fat man rushed over in a hurry, and he also knew that the matter seemed to be more serious than he imagined.

The whip in the hand of the minister and brigade commander has never been put down, and he keeps rubbing and rubbing, and it seems that he is also very anxious.

"This matter has been determined by the Intelligence Bureau, your parents were indeed caught by the devil and are now being held in a secret prison in Shanghai!

Where exactly, the intelligence section of our Eighth Route Army and the intelligence section of the New Fourth Army acted in unison, but there was still no discovery!

But we hope you don't rush and believe that things will be resolved! ”

The division commander and political commissar persuaded the fat man on the side, and Li Feng didn't expect that his parents were really caught by the devil.

They should have been allowed to go to the United States in advance, otherwise they would not have been so passive now.

"How long have you been hearing this?"

The little fat man raised his head and asked a person from the intelligence department in front of him, who thought carefully and finally said:

"It should have been a week ago!"

A week ago, the little fat man was fighting a bloody battle with the devil, and I didn't know that this matter was normal.

"Division commander political commissar, I ask to go to Shanghai to rescue my parents!"

The little fat man is not a selfless person, at such a time, he still hopes that he will save people himself.

The political commissar and division commander thought about it carefully, they actually liked Li Feng very much, but because the rescuer was Li Feng's relative, according to their regulations, the little fat man could not participate in this operation.

"Li Feng, our intelligence department has dispatched a lot of intelligence officers, I believe they can rescue your parents!

And Chongqing has already known about this matter, and they have also sent a lot of people to help us, I believe there will be news soon! ”