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After listening to the eloquent narration of the leader of the wolf bèi who could not bear to flee back to the camp, Ma Tianbao was also secretly surprised in his heart. He knows how powerful foreign guns and foreign cannons are, which of Guangzhou and Zhenhai was not defeated by the guns of foreigners? To use flesh and blood to resist sharp bullets is undoubtedly to hit an egg against a stone. It seems that Chen Xingzu is more auspicious and less auspicious.

On the one hand, he ordered the battalions to strengthen their guard, and on the other hand, he quickly sent people to communicate to the governor. He then climbed up to the watchtower set up by the Chinese army and raised his clairvoyant eyes in anticipation of what he could see. This day was also a fucking trouble, and every qiē was hidden in the dark night, except for the intermittent gunshots here and there, nothing could be seen. Disappointed, he threw the clairvoyant to the guards beside him, cursing incessantly. The more you can't guess what is going on, the more you can intensify people's psychological fears, especially as a military commander, once you feel like you are blind, you can only be passively beaten.

Ma Tianbao reluctantly went down to the watchtower, carefully inspecting the defense of the barracks, for fear that there would be a slight mistake. The best thing to do now is to hold on, and to hold on until dawn is victory, he lamented in his heart.

When Lin Haifeng woke up, the first thing he did was to go to the toilet.

Squatting in the latrine, pricking up his ears to listen to the lack of movement outside, he took out a box of crumpled "big front door" cigarettes that had already been tucked in his arms, and counted them very seriously, eight! "Alas!" He sighed softly, when he left the military station, a cigarette given to him by the political commissar of the military station, who is also a fellow Beijing villager, is now only these eight cigarettes. How can you mix things up in the future?

He carefully pulled out one, tilted his head to think about it, put it under his nose and sniffed it, gritted his teeth and put the cigarette back in the cigarette case. However, in just a few seconds, he took the cigarette out again. "What does smoking opium have to do with smoking? This Hong Xiuquan really hates going home, and even smoking is forbidden, isn't this a damage to personal autonomy? No, we have to find a way to change this rule in the future. He took a cigarette in his mouth, struck a match, took a hard breath, his mouth tensed for a while, and then opened it gently, his eyes closed slightly, and he tried to suck the smoke that was about to slip from his mouth into his lungs with all his heart.

After a puff of cigarette, Lin Haifeng reluctantly snuffed out the cigarette butt, carefully put it into the cigarette case and tucked it into his arms, then stood up, dusted off his robe, stretched his arms again, and walked out seriously. A new question began to be in his mind.

A society and an era educate batches of different people, and everyone will be branded with the times. For Lin Haifeng, he grew up in a red era and an era of heroes. From the people's leader who set the spark on fire, to the ordinary soldier who sacrificed his life to blow up the bunker, to the internationalist soldier who threw himself at the enemy's machine gun muzzle with his flesh and blood, he was admired and worshipped. Born in a new society, growing up under the red flag, and being the successor of the first career, that is not a simple slogan. Without the experiences of their time, it is difficult to imagine their steadfastness to the red ideal. "The world is vast, and there is a lot to be done." The old man's words aroused millions of young intellectuals to abandon the comfortable environment of the city and go to the remote countryside to receive re-education from the poor and middle peasants. "A qiē reactionary is a paper tiger." It is necessary to mobilize the whole people of a backward country and fearlessly confront the Soviet revisionists on Zhenbao Island, fighting for every inch of territory, and nothing can intimidate the people with atomic bombs and nuclear weapons.

This qiē cannot be achieved by simple preaching and the inculcation of ideals. The officers and men are unanimous, leading and sharing weal and woe with the common people, and the people truly feel that they are living under a free blue sky and a happy environment, so that there is a "no one offends me, I will not offend others." If anyone sins against me, I will offend. "Red China.

Lin Haifeng really didn't know what it was like to be rich, and even had the fear of starvation during the three years of natural disasters, and now, it can be said that he is starting to get rich. He is already a thousand years old King An, although he has not yet touched a penny of silver at hand, it is only a matter of time, as long as he wants, there will be mountains of gold and silver seas. But he didn't need that. What he wanted to see was the red ocean deep in his heart.

For this divine purpose, he is trying his best to be a perfect person, although it is difficult and he has to lose a lot of himself, but he has to do it, he wants to set an example for the people here, and the power of example is endless.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the living room, he was happy. There is Lin Fengxiang inside, and Zheng Nan, who seems to have not been seen for a long time.

The three of them greeted each other, Zheng Nan looked at Lin Haifeng mysteriously, and said he, "Guess, what gift did this king bring you?" ”

"A sample of a grenade, and then a mine." Lin Haifeng looked at Zheng Nan's two hands behind his back and said happily.

"Pediatrics, too pediatric." Zheng Nan suddenly lifted something from behind his back, "Look up, what is this, my Royal Highness King An?" ”

Carbine, a real carbine! Lin Haifeng snatched the gun and admired it carefully and carefully, "Oh my God, it's so exquisite." He pulled the pistol on the leash, withdrew a bullet, took it in his hand and looked at it, "This kind of bullet is also very unusual, Xiao Zhengzi, I really want to thank you." He handed the gun into Lin Fengxiang's hand, pulled Zheng Nan to sit down, picked up a cup of tea and respectfully sent it to Zheng Nan with both hands, "Please use tea for Lord Ning." ”

"Excuse me, excuse me." Zheng Nan took the teacup with a smile, looked at Lin Fengxiang, and then at Lin Haifeng, and said with infinite emotion, "The people, only the people, are the driving force for the creation of zào and development history, and what the old man said is the truth." Originally, I also felt that it would be difficult for this place to develop according to our imagination, there is no foundation, there is no industry. However, this was not the case, and I was amazed by the craftsmanship of the craftsmen who had been able to produce gunpowder and pour cannons on their own. ”

"Of course," Lin Haifeng sat down, nodded and said, "Gunpowder was invented by our ancestors, and it was really used in the production of modern firearms, which could have been done in the early Qing Dynasty, and it was their ignorance that caused this new thing to die halfway." ”

"I'm a technician now," Zheng Nan laughed, "and if you have an idea, someone will turn it into reality." ”

"You're more than just a technician, I look at you" Lin Haifeng looked at him and suddenly frowned.

"Look at me for what?" Zheng Nan asked strangely.

"Alas!" Lin Haifeng made a very helpless look, "You not only took away the Nobel Prize, but also made how many people who should have left their names in the history books lose their precious opportunities." ”

Zheng Nan smiled proudly, and after laughing for a while, he sighed and said, "Actually, what am I counting." A few days ago, we were building a testing table, and in order to ensure the machining accuracy of the table, I thought of a lot of ways. Guess what, there was a craftsman named Qi Nong, and he got things done with a simple move. ”

"Oh," Lin Haifeng asked with great interest, "could it be that he has some invented tools?" ”

"What," Zheng Nan shook his head and raised his hand, "He has always had a small copper mirror by his side, which he has polished over generations, and it is enough for the accuracy I need." He combined the bronze mirror with the detection surface, and when he looked at the sunlight, he could immediately judge whether the processing was suitable. ”

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