Wang Chuanming processed it very quickly, and the next day he made the cannon barrel, and then went out of the city with the explosives and Yang Feng, found a deserted ravine, divided the explosives into medicine packages according to the mortar's primer charge, and tested them in order from less to more.

The final result is self-evident, even the maximum charge is nothing, Wang Chuanming continued to add it ruthlessly, until it was nearly twice the charge, and finally blew up the steel pipe.

"Good stuff! This is stronger than the original French Blond barrel, with the current 82 shells plus the medicine pack, there is no problem in hitting more than three kilometers, let alone against mortars, even against Japanese infantry artillery. He said with emotion.

"That means we're okay with the mortar?" Yang Feng smiled sinisterly.

"It's useless, no one will buy it unless you sell it together." Wang Chuanming shook his head.

"What if we made our own shells?"

"The government will not allow it, it doesn't matter if we make artillery secretly, artillery shells will not work, and it is impossible to hide the purchase of large-scale explosives, not to mention that we must also carry out all kinds of tests, and we can't afford it with our financial resources.

Besides, who did you build and sell it to? The Zhongyang Army doesn't need it, they have their own arsenal, which involves countless chains of interests, and we can't get into it at all.

Sell to those warlords?

That's looking for your own death, and the first thing Chairman Jiang did was to kill you first. Wang Chuanming said.

Yang Feng didn't pay much attention to his words, it was a big deal to go to Chahar Lane, and then let Song Zheyuan give him any name, such as the 29th Army Ordnance Repair Institute or something, this is not a problem.

"Do you really have five hundred sets of mortar parts?" Wang Chuanming asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I made it separately in the name of mechanical parts abroad, completely imitating the 82 mortar of the Jinling factory, and the barrel cannot be made, after all, this thing can be seen at a glance that it is a mortar, but the other parts are not lacking, and the cannon barrel can be made, at most in another ten days, I will bring the steel pipe belt parts together."

In a few days, the Japanese will definitely start attacking Rehe, don't count on the Northeast Army, they have long been soulless, and the designation is still about to collapse at the touch of a button, if my estimate is right, the real war will be launched on the Great Wall, and then I am afraid that the Northwest Army, the Jin Sui Army and even the Zhongyang Army will have to go into battle, and then we can take the opportunity to make a profit, and by the way, add some blockage to the Japanese.

Tama, now I want to beat the Japanese when I see them. Yang Feng said viciously.

The 29th Army can give it to them, but in fact, it can't be said to be sent, they even brought antique ginseng medicinal materials, Yang Feng estimated that the total value was almost more than 40 million, deducting the 10 million yuan for military uniforms, as well as sulfonamides and viagra for weapons exchange, Yang Feng still had half of the money.

But the Yang army in China can't be given away in vain, the mortars that Heinz bought from the Jinling factory are more than 2,000 guns, and the quality is not good, and the heavy fight is still close, it is still very reasonable for us to sell 1,000 in order to support the front line, and it is almost close to 400 grams of gold, which is 100,000 yuan according to 251 grams.

"Earn a lot!" Yang Feng was talking to himself there.

"If it's five hundred, I'm afraid it's too late for me alone, so we can divide some of them." Wang Chuanming didn't hear him talking to himself, and said with a frown on the side.

"Is there anyone who is reassured?" Yang Feng asked.

Most of the machinery factories in Beiping City are opened by foreigners, and some are even Japanese-funded, Yang Feng doesn't want to make the city stormy, he trusts Wang Chuanming because he has heard some things about him from his heart.

Wang Chuanming was a student who returned from Germany in 1914, first worked as a civil servant for a while in the Ordnance Department of the War Department of the Beiyang Government.

Then he joined the industry and developed a small diesel engine by himself, and sold a few of them at the beginning and used them on some small inland river boats, but then Japanese goods poured into China in large quantities, and he was suddenly bankrupt.

Later, he started to build water pumps again, but within two years, the Japanese were crushed again, and finally had to build a small machinery factory, relying on processing parts for other factories to make a living.

After the 918 incident, he donated a whole 10,000 oceans to Ma Zhanshan, you must know that the total assets of his machinery factory are only 100,000 oceans, Yang Feng still trusts such a person.

When Yang Feng asked like this, Wang Chuanming also hesitated.

"Are there any workers left who can make this thing?" Yang Feng asked again.

"I count one myself, Master Zhang counts one, by the way, a few days ago, there were three technicians who fled from the Northeast to me to find a job, and the craftsmanship is okay, but I didn't stay because there was no shortage of people, but they left me an address, but in this case, the machine is not enough." Wang Chuanming said.

"The machine is easy to do, as long as you have someone, I have any machine you want." Yang Feng immediately said, the lack of machines is not a problem, we can't get a five-axis linkage CNC machine tool here, how many old-fashioned machine tools are needed, tens of thousands of dollars a piece, up to hundreds of thousands of dollars.

"Let's go, let's find someone!" He immediately came to the spirit.

After returning to the city, the two first went to the factory to find the address left by the Northeasterners, and then Yang Feng drove over, drilled countless alleys, and asked for directions countless times, and finally found a dilapidated courtyard in front of it.

"Who are you two looking for?" The one who opened the door was a little girl, eighteen or nineteen years old, she looked very good, she was dressed a little plainly, wearing a cotton coat patches that were not too thick, and a yellow dog head was sticking out from her back as she was talking.

"Contemptible Wang Chuanming, director of Yongxin Machinery Factory, is this Master Liu Jianping's house?" Wang Chuanming asked.

"My dad is gone." The little girl said apologetically.

"When will he be back?" Wang Chuanming asked.

"It's this little hoof, just let the dog bite me, hurry up, don't let her run!" Not far from the alley, a piercing gong suddenly sounded.

The little girl's face changed immediately, and she hurriedly retracted and closed the door.

Yang Feng turned his head unhappily, and saw a little fat man who looked like a second ancestor, in a strange posture, with two small short legs, limping over, and commanding the four dogs to pick up sticks and start smashing the dilapidated gate.

"Hi, hi! What to do! Yang Feng grabbed his neck and twisted his head all of a sudden.

"Hey, what's the matter, man, don't you feel comfortable finding it?" The little fat man glared, looked up at Yang Feng and said.

"! I think it's uncomfortable! As soon as Yang Feng heard the music, he casually pulled out the fast and slow machine and put it directly into his mouth.

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