"God General, we have captured Li Feng's parents and are now preparing to negotiate with Li Feng!"

Somewhere in Shanghai, a Japanese master said to a major general.

At this time, the Major General of the Japanese also had a touch of viciousness on his face. If he looked closely, he could find that there was actually a very deep scar on his face.

He only heard a sneer on the corner of his mouth and said confidently:

"Yoxi, this time the Prince will witness this incident personally. Please make sure to ensure Li Feng's successful surrender!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese are now preparing to win over Li Feng, and their bargaining chips are Li Feng's parents and a host of relatives.

And our little fat man didn't know at this time, he was now considering some other issues at the arsenal.

The problem that arsenals arose is very simple, that is, the demand just now is very large, and the supply of steel here is very small, so it is necessary to build a larger steel mill.

This is a minor problem in itself, but because the arsenal is between enemy war zones, this leads to the difficult location of the steel mill. God knows whether it will be placed in the Japanese nest.

Zhang Guoqiang had no choice but to hand over this matter to Li Feng. Anyway, this little fat man is very capable, and I believe he can get this matter done.

But what he didn't expect was that after this fat man came to this place, the first thing he did was not to find a location for a steel mill, but to go to their arsenal workshop to see the weapons and equipment.

A fat man grabbed a steel helmet, knocked it hard, and then put it in place, with a look of disgust on his face.

"The quality of your steel helmet needs to be improved, and the shape is not very correct. Please continue to refer to the shape of steel helmets in other countries!"

Several engineers turned green when they heard the fat man say this. Originally, the Eighth Route Army did not produce many steel helmets, and in many cases they were made of scraps, so it was normal for poor quality.

There is even a considerable portion of the steel material that is recycled and recasted into steel helmets, and it is normal for some of them to fail.

"These helmets were cast according to the experience of soldiers on the battlefield. They are the most powerful helmets of our Eighth Route Army now."

Zhang Guoqiang, who was standing beside him, coughed a few times, and then he still said to the fat man.

This fat man is not in charge of the family and doesn't know how difficult it is.

Well, when the little fat man heard these people say this, he walked towards other places, reached out to pick up a submachine gun, and then put it down.

The submachine guns they manufactured in the arsenal are of good quality, but the biggest problem at present is the uniformity of the caliber of the bullet.

As we all know, the Eighth Route Army's current weapons and ammunition are made of all countries, with uneven calibers. When fighting, they even have to pick out bullets of their own rifles from the bullet pile.

I picked up a copy of Thomson submachine gun and looked carefully. I found that the quality was very good. However, the manufacturing of this thing is much more difficult than other exhaust guns, so the cost is also high, so his output is not much.

However, the production of Stend submachine guns is very high, because this submachine gun may not be that powerful on the battlefield, but it is cheap.

"When you make this kind of submachine gun, try to keep me attentive enough attention, because this kind of gun has a bad reputation on the battlefield!"

Just kidding, can the Sden submachine gun that can kill his own people have a good reputation?

After turning around, I found that their own semi-automatic rifles were better, but the output was too low and 1,000 of them might not be able to be produced in a month.

"The growth line of bullets is going to be tightened. Although our steel bullets have a bit of a serious loss to the barrel, it is better than not."

China lacks copper, so using copper to make bullets is a very luxurious thing.

There is no way to use steel to make bullets. If the fat man had enough copper, it wouldn't be like this.

"Our current copper is still relatively sufficient. Half of the copper bullets and half of the steel bullets on the production line have a balance, so there shouldn't be much updates for the bullets next!"

Lao Zhang took good care of this arsenal, but his health was not good. Since he had a serious illness last time, he now coughs a few times a day.

"Since that's the case, I'll be relieved. I will confirm the location of the steel mill for you in the recent period, so you don't have to worry!"

Just as the little fat man finished saying this, a boat rushed in and said something in the little fat man's ear. After that, Li Feng was stunned.

"What did you say?"

Li Feng couldn't believe the news he heard, and then he took his men back from the arsenal.

Originally, the fat guy was thinking about asking Mr. Ma to go to the master's place to report the result of the battle, but he didn't expect that he would have to go there himself.

Instead of returning to Furong Town, I went directly around here and went north to the division headquarters.

The teacher saw the fat man rushing over in a hurry, and knew that the matter seemed to be even more serious than he thought.

The whip in the hands of the minister and the brigade commander had never put down, and he kept rubbing it, and it seemed that he was very anxious.

"The intelligence department has confirmed this matter. Your parents were indeed caught by the Japanese and are now being detained in a secret prison in Shanghai!

Where exactly is, the intelligence department of our Eighth Route Army and the intelligence department of the New Fourth Army are operating in a unified manner, but there is still no discovery!

But we hope you don’t worry, and believe there will be a solution to the problem!"

The division commander and political commissar were persuading the fat man, but Li Feng did not expect that his parents would be caught by the Japanese.

They should have been asked to go to the United States early, otherwise they would not have been so passive now.

"How long have you been getting this news?"

The fat man raised his head and asked a person from the intelligence department in front of him. The other party thought about it carefully and finally spoke:

"It should be a week ago!"

A week ago, the fat man was fighting the Japanese on the battlefield. I didn’t know that this was normal.

"Teacher Commander and Political Commissar, I ask to go to Shanghai to rescue my parents!"

The little fat man is not a selfless person. At this time, he still hopes to save people himself.

The political commissar and the division commander thought about it carefully. They actually liked Li Feng's past very much, but since the rescuer was Li Feng's relatives, according to their regulations, the fat man could not participate in this operation.

"Li Feng, our intelligence class has dispatched a lot of intelligence officers. I believe they can rescue your parents!
Chapter completed!