After hearing the vivid narrative of the leader Guandai who was in a mess and fled back to the camp, Ma Tianbao was also secretly surprised. He knew that Guangzhou and Zhenhai were both defeated by foreign guns and cannons back then? Using flesh and blood to resist sharp gun bullets, it was undoubtedly touching the eggs on the stone. It seemed that Chen Xingzu was in danger.

While he ordered the battalions to strengthen their vigilance, he quickly sent people to report to the Governor. Then, he climbed up the lookout tower set up by the central army and raised his Qianliyan to look forward to seeing what he could see. This day, he was also making trouble, and everything was hidden in the dark night. Apart from the intermittent and sudden gunshots here and there, he could not see anything. He threw Qianliyan to the guards beside him, cursing constantly. The more he could not guess the final development of the matter, the more he could aggravate his psychological fear, especially as a military commander, once he felt like he was blind, he could only be beaten passively.

Ma Tianbao had no choice but to go down to the Look Tower and carefully checked the defense of the camp, for fear of any mistakes. The best way now is to stick to it. Persist until dawn is victory, he lamented in his heart.

Lin Haifeng woke up and the first thing he did was to go into the toilet.

Squatting in the toilet, pricking up his ears and listening to the movement outside, he took out a box of wrinkled "Daqianmen" cigarettes in his arms, and counted them repeatedly and carefully, eight! "Oh!" He sighed softly. When he left the military station, the cigarette given to him by the political commissar of the military station who was also a fellow Beijing fellow villager, now only these eight are left. How can you do this in the future?

He took out one carefully, tilted his head and thought about it, put it under his nose, and sniffed it, gritted his teeth and put the cigarette back into the cigarette box. However, in just a few seconds, he took out the cigarette again. "What's the relationship between smoking opium and smoking? Hong Xiuquan really hates it, and even smoking is prohibited. Isn't this harmful to the autonomy of the person? No, I have to find a way to change this rule in the future." He held the cigarette roll and lit the match. He took a sip of the cigarette, tightly stretched his mouth for a while, and then opened it gently. His eyes closed slightly, and he sucked the smoke that was about to slip away from his mouth and completely sucked into his lungs with his nose. It smelled so good!

After a sip of cigarette, Lin Haifeng reluctantly snatched out the cigarette butts, carefully put them in the cigarette box and tucked them into his arms. Then he stood up, dusted his robe, stretched his arms, and walked out seriously. He began to think about a new problem in his mind.

A society, an era, educates a group of different people, and each person will be marked by the times. For Lin Haifeng, he grew up in a red era, and an era of heroes. From the people's leaders who made the sparks of fire spread to ordinary soldiers who sacrificed themselves to blow up bunkers, to the internationalist soldiers who rushed towards the guns of the enemy with their flesh and blood, he was all admired and admired. Born in a new society, growing under the red flag, and being the successor of the communist cause is not a simple mouth.

No. People without their experience in that era could hardly imagine their steadfastness towards the red ideal. "The vast world has great achievements." The old man's words aroused millions of intellectuals to give up the comfortable environment of the city and go into distant rural areas to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants. "All reactionaries are paper tigers." It is called a country that was originally backward to mobilize the whole nation, fearlessly confronting the Soviet revisionists on Zhenbao Island, fighting for nothing, and atomic bombs and nuclear weapons cannot intimidate the people.

All this can be achieved through simple preaching and ideal indoctrination. The officers and soldiers are united and lead the peaceful people to share weal and woe. The people truly feel that they are living in a free blue sky. In a happy environment, there is a red China where "If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, I will offend others."

Lin Haifeng really didn't know the taste of wealth, and even had the fear of hunger in three years of natural disasters. Now, it can be said that he is starting to become rich. He is already the Qiansui of King An. Although he has not yet contacted a monday of silver, it is only a matter of time. As long as he wants, there will be a mountain of gold and a sea of ​​silver. However, he doesn't need that. What he wants to see is the red ocean deep in his heart.

For this sacred purpose, he tried his best to be a perfect person. Although it was difficult and he had to lose a lot of himself, he had to do it. He wanted to set an example for the people here, and the power of example is infinite.

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

The three of them greeted each other. Zheng Nan looked at Lin Haifeng mysteriously and said, "Guess, what gift did I bring to you?"

"The sample of the grenade is no longer a land mine." Lin Haifeng said happily as he looked at Zheng Nan's hands behind him.

"Pediatrics, too pediatrics." Zheng Nan suddenly raised something from behind, "Look at it, what is this, my King An?"

Carrying rifle, a real carrying rifle! Lin Haifeng snatched the gun over and admired it carefully and carefully, "Oh my God, it's actually so exquisite." He pulled the gun, pulled out 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 very much." He handed the gun to Lin Fengxiang's hand, pulled Zheng Nan and sat down, picked up a cup of tea and sent it respectfully to Zheng Nan, "Please ask Prince Ning to use tea."

"No gifts, no gifts." Zheng Nan laughed and took the teacup, looked at Lin Fengxiang, and then looked at Lin Haifeng, and said with infinite emotion, "The people, only the people are the driving force for creating and developing history. What the old man is talking about is the truth. I originally felt that it might be difficult to develop here as we imagined. Without a foundation, there is no industry. But the fact is not the case. The military stations in Tianjing could have produced gunpowder and poured cannons on their own. I was surprised by the craftsmen's skills."

"Of course," Lin Haifeng sat down and nodded, "gunpowder was invented by our ancestors. It was truly used for the production of modern guns. It was their ignorance that caused such a new thing to die halfway."

"I'm a technician now," Zheng Nan laughed, "If you come up with an idea, someone will turn it into reality."

"You are not just a technician, I'll see you." Lin Haifeng looked at him and suddenly frowned.

"What do you think of me?" Zheng Nan asked strangely.

"Oh!" Lin Haifeng looked helpless, "not only did you take away the Nobel job, but you also told many people who should have left their famous historical books to lose their precious opportunities."

Zheng Nan smiled proudly, and after a while, he sighed, "Actually, what am I doing? A few days ago, we were building a testing station. In order to ensure the processing accuracy of the table, I thought of many ways. Guess why, there was a craftsman named Qi Nong, and he finished the work with just one simple move."

"Oh," Lin Haifeng asked with interest, "Did he have any tools for invention?"
Chapter completed!