It was a matter of confidentiality, and after Zhao Hunt went down to the city, he only took Jueyuan alone and went with the craftsman.

Wan'an Military City is not big, the north area is the public house, the public party is lined with official residential areas, and there is an alley more than a foot wide in the middle. Opposite is the South District, which has only two buildings: the barracks and the old small barracks. Outside the city, there are school fields, private households, and some scattered Shuli villages, and the structure of the entire military city is very simple. The Wan'an Army had never garrisoned more than two hundred troops before, and this area was actually enough. Now it has skyrocketed to 1,500,600 people, and after a while, the families of Japanese soldiers and craftsmen will also arrive one after another, and the population may exceed 2,000 by then.

Of course, at this time, it was impossible for any state (county) in the world to fully accommodate all the residents, and the vast majority of them were still scattered outside the city, and only withdrew into the city when there was an enemy invasion. Therefore, Zhao Lie only needs to repair the military city and deal with the upcoming difficulties, and the rest of the chores are not considered for the time being.

Next to the old camp, there are seven or eight earthen sheds, which are the hottest places in the city. For no other reason, it was an artisan workshop, and the iron stove was not extinguished day and night, and even if water was sprinkled on the roof of the shed, the temperature was unbearable.

However, the craftsman did not take Zhao Lie to the craftsman's workshop in the southeast of the city, but turned to the northeast. Zhao Lie's face was as usual, Jueyuan, who was two steps behind, changed slightly, his steps tightened, and he was about to ask, but was stopped by Zhao Lie raising his hand.

Although Jueyuan wondered, he didn't make any more moves, just followed silently. Although there are doubts, they will never ask much, everything is only the head of the main horse, which is also the reason why Zhao Lie appreciates it and uses it as a guard.

To the northeast of the city is an undulating mountain, like a natural barrier, guarding the north of the military city. At the foot of the mountain, there are several caves of different sizes, the big ones can accommodate a thousand people, the small ones can barely accommodate themselves, and the largest cave is the iron house.

Zhao Lie arranged a whole team of sergeants here to take turns to guard, during the day it was a fire (ten people) of the Zhongshun team, and at night it was a member of the Thunder team, and the security level was not high.

Jueyuan followed behind Zhao Lie, and kept walking towards the mountain road, feeling someone peeping at him from time to time, but he didn't see anything when he raised his eyes, only to feel that this deep path was full of murderous motives, which made people's backs chill.

On the other hand, Zhao Hunt and the craftsmen were calm and calm. Zhao Lie has the bottom in his heart, the craftsman is ignorant, and such a mysterious feeling as killing can only be perceived by those who are skillful.

It wasn't until in front of the entrance of the cave that a few loaded sentinels appeared. Seeing the heavy muskets in the hands of these people, the craftsman was a little nervous, but Jueyuan was calm.

When the sentry saw Zhao Lie, he saluted, and Zhao Lie showed the gold medal representing his identity and was allowed to enter - this is Zhao Hunt's rule, and anyone, including himself, needs to show a nameplate to enter the iron house. Except for himself, the rest of the people must have a warrant signed by him and explain the reason, otherwise they will not be allowed to enter. In addition, including craftsmen, they had to be searched when they entered and exited, and not even a screw or a piece of paper were allowed to be taken out. The tightness of its defense can be seen.

Zhao Lie motioned to Jueyuan to wait at the entrance of the cave, and entered with the craftsman by himself.

As soon as you enter the cave, you will be greeted by a strong smell of steel and oil. In the corner of the cave, there is a long platform made of wooden planks, and the platform is covered with a stack of objects stacked high. Zhao Lie didn't need to lift the tarpaulin, he knew what it was. He did all the materials and machines here. Underneath the tarpaulin is a seamless steel tube that is unique in this era – a pure steel mac rod to be exact (with a small round hole in the middle for the boring line). There are three models that can be used to make pistols, revolvers, and shotguns. As long as the boring line is pulled, it is a ready-made barrel. If you make a shotgun, you don't even need to pull the boring line, you just need to cut the steel rod of the right length according to the size, and it is a proper barrel.

It is precisely because of the ready-made materials and complete tools that the double-barreled shotgun can be mass-produced so quickly, which makes it possible for Zhao Hunt to expand the team, including exercises.

On the left side of the cave is covered with more than fifty pure steel macaroni rods (six meters in length) used to make shotguns, and twenty thin steel rods (two meters in length) used to make pistols. The tarpaulin on the right is covered with aluminum alloy and steel plates used to make gun parts, both weighing more than a ton.

Zhao Lie calculated that if all these materials were used to make firearms, about 300 single-barreled and double-barreled shotguns and 200 pistols would be made. Together with the original stocks that had been equipped into the two teams, there were five hundred and forty-eight in total. In addition, 200 long and short barrels are also available for replacement.

In other words, the maximum strength of his two teams is no more than 500 people.

Is 500 guns enough to fight Meng Yuan?

Zhao Lie felt that it was enough.

"Lord Totong, it's here. Young Eunuch Guo waited in the stone room. The craftsman bowed and retreated.

Zhao Lie pushed open the door of the stone chamber, and the smell of engine oil was a little stronger. The most valuable thing to see is his most precious treasure - the machine tool.

Manual and foot-pedal punches for the manufacture of bullets; Multi-functional disc manual punches such as cutting barrels, stamping guns, and drilling crosshairs; and the electric, manual milling and drilling (deep hole drilling machine) dual-purpose punching machine. Precision work such as drawing and boring lines and making springs is counted on this machine and equipment. It's just that so far, although there are two large barrels of diesel, no one can operate it electrically. Although it is time-consuming and laborious, the speed of drilling a qualified barrel in one hour is enough to make Guo Dajiang and other famous craftsmen dumbfounded, exclaiming, "The magic is not done by man".

Bypassing a few tall machines and equipment, Zhao Lie saw that in front of the tool table with a shiny oil and piled up with various tools, Guo Chenggui was lying on his not tall body, his wrinkled old face was like a blooming black chrysanthemum, and his calloused rough hand was holding a shiny pistol, and the five-pointed star on the pistol grip was particularly eye-catching.

Black Star? Imitation of May Fourth succeeded?!

Zhao Hunt took three steps and did two steps, and almost knocked over a toolbox full of rifled broaches, spiral broaches, keyway broaches and a large number of broaches.

Guo Chenggui was like holding some treasure, and he carefully offered it, his eyes were full of pride and excitement, and his lips trembled slightly: "It's all over, it's done!" It's done! ”

Zhao Lie originally stretched out one hand, but immediately changed to two hands and solemnly took it. As soon as the gun is in my hands, the heavy feeling makes people feel reliable and safe. Zhao Lie skillfully hammered the floor, pulled the sleeve, and pulled the hair machine. After firing the empty gun several times, the pistol is dismantled one by one. The familiarity of the technique and the speed of the action made Guo Chenggui speechless.

In fact, the structure of the May Fourth pistol is still relatively simple, otherwise it would not have become the most imitated weapon in the domestic black gun workshop in later generations. It's just that in the eyes of the craftsmen of this era, its structure is the most complicated, and it is the top master of the inner court like Guo Chenggui, who has also developed it for many days and exhausted his efforts before he succeeds.

Seeing that Zhao Lie had assembled the pistol like a trick, Guo Chenggui carefully handed over three rounds of yellow and clear bullets.

Zhao Lie pressed the bullet into the magazine, fired the hammer, and came to the test room with the stone room. Wearing soft cloth earmuffs and crystal windproof goggles, holding the gun in one hand and holding it in the palm of the other, he aimed at the thick wooden target twenty paces away and fired three shots, all three of which hit the red heart.

Outside the doorway, Guo Chenggui was amazed: "All good marksmanship!" The old man was ashamed, and he tried firing many times, but he didn't hit one out of ten. If you are in the army, I am afraid that you are not even qualified for auxiliary service. ”

"Good marksmanship comes only when there is a good gun." Zhao Lie took off his earmuffs and glasses, turned to Guo Chenggui and shook solemnly, "I am willing to exchange a broken battalion for a master." ”

Guo Chenggui's eyes were clear, his sleeves were folded, and he bowed deeply.