Wang Chuanming processed it very quickly. The next day, he made the gun barrel and then went out of the city with explosives and Yang Feng. He found a deserted ravine. He divided the explosives into medicine bags according to the base fire of the mortar, and tried them in sequence from less to more.

The final result was self-evident. Even the maximum charge was not enough. Wang Chuanming continued to add it up until nearly twice the charge, and finally exploded the steel pipe.

"Good thing! This is stronger than the original French Bronde gun barrel. Use the current 82 shells to add medicine bags, and there is no problem in shooting more than three kilometers. Not to mention dealing with mortars, it is OK to deal with Japanese infantry guns." He said with emotion.

"In other words, it's okay for us to take out mortars?" Yang Feng smiled sinisterly.

"It's useless. Unless you sell the shells together, no one will buy them." Wang Chuanming shook his head.

"What if we build our own shells?"

"The government will not allow it, it doesn't matter if it is sneaky to build artillery, and shells will not work. Large-scale explosives procurement cannot be hidden. What's more, we must conduct various experiments, and with our financial resources, we can't afford to play at all.

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 interest, so we can’t insert it at all.

Sell ​​to those warlords?

That's because I'm seeking death. Chairman Jiang's first thing is to kill you first." Wang Chuanming said.

Yang Feng didn't care much about his words. At worst, he could go to Chahar and ask Song Zheyuan to give him any name, such as the 29th Army Ordnance Repair Center, which was not a problem.

"You have really prepared 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 from Jinling Factory. The barrel cannot be made. After all, this thing can be seen as a mortar, but there is no shortage of other parts. It can be used with the barrel. At most ten days, I will bring it with the steel pipe and parts.

In a few days, the Japanese will definitely start attacking Rehe. Don’t expect the Northeast Army. They will be out of their souls long ago, and they will be defeated at once. If I guess it is good, the real war will be launched on the Great Wall. At that time, I am afraid that the Northwest Army, the Shanxi Sui Army and even the Zhongyang Army will have to go into battle. Then we can take the opportunity to make a fortune and make some congestion for the Japanese.

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

The 29th Army can give it to them, but in fact, it cannot be said that they even gave it to them. They even brought antiques with ginseng and medicinal materials. Yang Feng estimated that the total value was about 40 million. After deducting the 100 million military uniforms, as well as the sulfamide and Wei Ge used to change weapons, Yang Feng still had half the profit.

But the yang army cannot be given away for free. The mortar Heinz bought from the Jinling Factory is more than 2,000 per unit, and the quality is not good, and it is still close to it. It is reasonable to sell 1,000 to support the front line. If it is about 400 grams of gold, it is calculated as 251 grams, which is 100,000 yuan.

"I've earned a lot!" Yang Feng said to himself there.

"If it was five hundred gates, it would be too late for me to come here alone. If it really doesn't work, we can split some." Wang Chuanming did not hear his words and said with a frown on the side.

"Is there anyone who can rest assured?" Yang Feng asked.

Most of the machinery factories in Beijing were run by foreigners, and some were even Japanese. Yang Feng didn't want to make the city full of storms. He trusted Wang Chuanming because he had heard about him from Xin'er.

Wang Chuanming was an international student who returned from Germany in 1914. He first worked as a civil servant in the Ordnance Department of the Army Department of the Beiyang Government for a while. After Yuan Da was distracted from becoming the emperor, he resigned in anger.

Then he devoted himself to the industry and developed a small diesel engine. At the beginning, he sold several of them and used them on some small inland river boats. However, Japanese goods poured into China in large quantities and broke him in an instant.

Later, he started the stove and built a water pump, but within two years he squeezed it out of the Japanese. In the end, he had to set up a small machinery factory and make a living by processing parts for other factories.

After the September 18th Incident, he donated a total of 10,000 oceans to Ma Zhanshan. You should know that the total assets of his machinery factory were only 100,000 oceans. Yang Feng still trusted such a person.

When Yang Feng asked this, Wang Chuanming hesitated.

"Are there any workers who can do this?" Yang Feng asked again.

"I'll calculate one by myself, Master Zhang calculates one by myself. By the way, a few days ago, there were three technicians who fled from the Northeast to find jobs. Their skills were OK, but I didn't stay because I didn't have enough people, but they left me an address, but in this way, the machine wouldn't be enough." Wang Chuanming said.

"The machine is easy to deal with. As long as you have someone, I have any machine you want." Yang Feng said immediately. If there is no machine, it is no problem. We cannot use the CNC machine tools with five-axis linkage. The old machine tools cost as much as possible, only tens of thousands of yuan per unit, which is more than 100,000 yuan.

"Let's go, let's find someone!" He immediately became energetic.

After returning to the city, the two went to the factory to find the addresses left by the Northeastern people. Then Yang Feng drove over, drilled into countless alleys, and asked countless times, and finally found a dilapidated courtyard.

"Who are you two looking for?" The one who opened the door was a little girl. She was eighteen or nineteen years old and looked pretty good. She was dressed in a simple dress and was wearing a patch of patches that were not too thick. She was talking and stretched out a yellow dog's head from behind her. The standard Chinese pastoral dog, although she was skinny, had a big body, and looked at Yang Feng with malicious intentions.

"I am Wang Chuanming, director of Yongxin Machinery Factory, is this the home of Master Liu Jianping?" Wang Chuanming asked.

"My father is out." The little girl said apologetically.

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

"It's this little hoof. She let the dog bite me. Come on, don't let her run away!" A harsh and broken voice suddenly came from the entrance of the alley not far away.

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

Yang Feng turned his head with an unhappy look and saw a fat man who looked like a second-generation ancestor, limping over with two short legs in a strange position, directing four dog legs to swing sticks and start smashing the worn-out door.

"Hi, hey! What are you doing!" Yang Feng held his neck and turned his head over.

"Hey, why are you guys, you're not feeling comfortable?" The little fat man glared and looked up at Yang Feng and said.
Chapter completed!