Late at night on May 2, gunfire that lasted for more than twenty hours around the capital finally subsided. The civil war between the Qing Dynasty did not end but entered a short period of truce.

Taking Qinghe as the dividing line, to the south are the rebels of the Japanese Sixth rebels staring at the factory on the north bank with torches. Countless workers across the iron bridge are piled up fortifications, and red flags are checking on it.

The lights flashed in the dark industrial area, and even several blast furnaces did not extinguish the fire. Xin Jian and the others did not dare to stop the flames and continued to produce crude steel.

The blast furnace of the steel plant cannot be ceased, and if it is ceased, it will have to be overhauled and rebuilt. It is not easy to build the Qinghe Industrial Zone. After it is destroyed, God knows whether the Japanese will let the fire be reignited.

However, today, the steel furnaces of this furnace did not become commodities such as rails and steel bars, but directly processed steel plates and various profiles, and became countless weapons and rough blanks in the processing factory.

There were endless jingling sounds, and all the workers were involved. People built simple steel helmets and armor. It was too easy to make this armor in a small stamping machine.

There were even classic half-body breastplate like European Dragoons. A model was made. When the bang was pressed, it was a piece of plastic steel plate. The front and back were tied to the workers' bodies, and all the internal organs were protected.

In addition, various shin guards, arm guards, and steel helmets are stamped and formed in one go, and the production speed is very fast!

Such a set of equipment is useless against heavy machine guns, and it is not enough to resist Mauser at close range, but it still has a certain defense ability to resist small-caliber pistols or long-range rifles shooting.

As for what bows and arrows are, the effect of ordinary cold weapons is even better!

Workers are arming themselves with the methods they can think of. No one knows when the fierce war breaks out. Anyway, there are some steel in the industrial zones, and they can burn them one after another!

Not only does it have armor but also various weapons. In the sand-turning workshop, the simplest method of losing wax is used to make a spear to make abrasive tool, and the red steel is poured in. After cooling, it will be clusters of spears!

This is an ancient luxury version of cold weapons. Due to the lack of wooden gun rods, this iron gun is made of cast iron from the tip of the gun rod. It is more than three meters long and looks murderous!

One after another, armed workers, wearing stamping armor and holding three-meter iron guns, were as if they were tin cans, gathering in groups.

When Weng Tonghe followed a few hands to the industrial area, he was already shocked by the scene in front of him. Xin Jian led the way forward, with a gray face as if he was deliberately taking him back and forth from these armed workshops.

The old man said to Xin Jian with caution at this moment, "This...this...this was all prepared in advance?"

"Where are there any preparations in advance? This is temporarily processed after the truce...all are new..."

The old man couldn't believe his eyes, but until he saw the mold box open, he took out bundles of iron guns from the dark sand!

The hammer was smashed and connected, and twelve steel guns were scattered on the ground in a mold box, making jingle sounds!

In the other stamping workshop, they kept pushing out various protective armors, and carefully looked at the edges of the parts in western Zhejiang and there was a white fork after the stamping machine smashed down. The silver-white is very new!

Workers came out to collect these cold weapons according to the roster, and they were right in front of the old man and the others, tied their breastplate and polished the burrs on the iron gun... After a while, a team of more than a dozen people took shape, and when they walked, they were filled with the sound of metal hitting each other, like iron cans.

How efficient is this? This is the efficiency that the old man and the others dare not imagine. This is steel! Why is steel as simple as pinching dough in the hands of these people?

Xin Jian looked at him with contempt, "Don't be surprised, this is the power of industrialization... At the current speed, 220 sets of individual soldiers can be produced in an hour... There is no problem in arming 4,000 people in a day!"

"Haha...this is the industrial area you have always opposed! This is the force you have always feared..."

The old man couldn't even say anything about the verbal advantage at this moment. When he saw countless iron carts as thick as three centimeters were pushed out, he didn't dare to say anything.

A piece of three-centimeter-thick steel plate was tilted on the simple wooden shelves forty-five degrees, and these steel plates were pushed to the iron bridge defense line along with the wooden shelves.

One piece after another is spliced ​​together, and the triangle area behind is filled with stone and sand, which is very solid. The steel plates are also connected with iron wire. This steel defense line cannot be torn apart even with heavy machine guns, and it is not easy for field guns to destroy it!

Xin Jian and others are using their own methods to build the entire Qinghe Industrial Zone into a huge iron hedgehog, making no one dare to stab him!

The old man and others walked through the workshops carefully, watching the hot production scene inside, especially the furnaces of red steel tilted down, and no one dared to speak.

I don’t know how long I walked through many factories and material pile areas. Finally, I found several simple red brick houses in a material pile yard where iron slag is stored like a maze. Only then did the old man see his familiar face.

The red brick house is surrounded by densely packed officials, eunuchs, maids, guards and others who escaped from the palace... and the piles outside use the staggered heights to defend.

The new army, Guaizima, Xishanying, the General Office of the Capital Police, and the part of the army outside the pass that had just been transferred, were closely guarding the possible enemies here.

More troops were reorganized in other places in the industrial zone and workers were guarding them!

The old man ignored the greetings with his acquaintances around him and ran into the red brick house. After entering, he felt a smell of medicine. He saw Emperor Tongzhi leaning against the pathological ones.

The old man's tears were like tap water and kneeled down on the ground, "Long live Mr. Wuwu...Long live Mr. Wuwu, you are suffering..."

Seeing that the old man was coming, Fuqing rushed over with gritted teeth, grabbed his collar and picked it up from the ground, "Old Templar... Do you dare to betray Your Majesty? Didn't you kowtow to the Japanese Six and be loyal to you? Are you still coming here to die?"

"Fuqing... let go... let Lord Weng finish his words!" If Ci'an hadn't spoken in time, Fuqing's bear-paw-like slap would have slapped the old man's nose.

Weng Tonghe no longer cared about these insults and beatings. He walked a few steps and knelt on the sickbed of Emperor Tongzhi and whispered, "Long live Mr....Long live Mr. How are you okay...Long live Mr...."

Zai Chun was actually always groggy. At this moment, he opened his eyes when he heard the summoning, "Ah... it's Master Weng... let's flat, bring a chair..."

When the old man saw Zai Chun like this, he felt sad and burst into tears!
Chapter completed!