Li Wei's face was calm but was seen by Political Commissar Wang, "This kid is amazing in the future!" Political Commissar Wang muttered in his heart while touching his beard.

"Wow, Lieutenant General, let's kill a lieutenant general of the Japanese." Wang Bao stopped making trouble. He began to feel dizzy. Such a big Japanese official was killed in front of him. He had never thought about it.

"Dreaming must be dreaming." The first thing Duan Cheng did when he came to his senses was to pinch himself hard.

"Political Commissar Wang, I don't want to go to the art troupe, I want to join the battle." Li Wei thought about it over and over again, and expressed his meaning very clearly, making things about rap. Li Wei knew very well that he had no artistic cells, so it would be nice not to cause trouble for the art troupe.

"This, this is not very good. If a high school student carries a gun and fights, if there is a mistake, it will be a loss to the army." Political Commissar Wang was stunned. This kid is really different from an ordinary student. The regiment rewards a gun to the newly joined non-combatant, which is really unpredictable.

"I decided that every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. I just read more books. Others are no different from ordinary soldiers." Li Wei stared at Political Commissar Wang. To be honest, he hid in the rear to teach. Compared with those anti-Japanese soldiers who fought bloody battles on the battlefield, he almost felt a sense of shame.

Seeing Li Wei's tone firmness, Wang was stunned for a long time, shook his head and sighed, "Okay, listen to you, but you go to the military cooperative military factory in the military region first. If you want to fight, learn to play guns first. Then you can go to where I will get the letter of introduction later." He waved his hand to stop Li Wei and wanted to speak again, so he turned around.

In the mind of Political Commissar Wang, Li Wei's ability to repair his hands-on maintenance impressed him. He asked him to learn more in the arsenal, which was also considered a training talent. If he accidentally hung up the battle company, what if his baby's radio broke again, what should he do? It would be better to carry a medicine bag and fight the Japanese. What else can the political commissar who can't hear the voice of the party be used? Putting Li Wei in the arsenal is safe and able to train people is a killing killer. Political Commissar Wang is deeply satisfied with his wisdom when he thinks of this.

"Wei Zi, come on, don't worry, my second uncle is also for your own good. The engineer platoon will be there first, and it will be your turn to go to the battlefield to work with the Japanese." Wang Bao stepped forward and comforted.

Duan Cheng also came up: "That's right, Wei Zi, let's play with guns first, have more mastery and more ability to kill the Japanese. Don't forget to leave some good goods for us." Duan Cheng blinked, and in his eyes, the arsenal was also very rich.

"Oh!" Li Wei was really speechless. He was almost too familiar with the weapons of World War II. He could draw parts of the 38th gun with his eyes closed. The arsenal was a useless to his talents. At least the art troupe could sneak out to attack the Japanese black guns when he had time. But looking at the current state of the Eighth Route Army's ordnance, I guess he didn't even have time to spare.

As soon as it dawned, Li Wei carried his small bag and letter of introduction to the address where the military factory was located. He heard the jingle inside, as if it was a blacksmith shop, which Li Wei did not expect.

Through the verification letter of introduction by the guards at the door, Li Wei stepped into the gate and crossed the front yard with strict guards.

There was a small yard behind, with guns all over the floor, complete with guns and scattered parts. Seven or eight people sat scattered at the large wooden table, holding gadgets and hitting the gun parts on their hands. There was no such thing as an arsenal. It was just a repair shop, and there were no professional tools, namely iron hammers, vises, wrenches, various wire drivers, and files.

Everyone was focusing on fiddling with the guns in their hands, not caring about the people coming in the yard at all. The autumn morning was still very cold, but Li Wei saw a little sweat on these people's foreheads. It was not someone who came to put down the damaged guns and took away the repaired guns.

"Comrade!~Where is the factory manager?" Li Wei asked someone nearby and said.

Unexpectedly, he did not answer him. The man seemed to have heard nothing and was still dismantling and fiddling with the things in his hand.

I found several people one after another, and seemed to be immersed in the busy work and had no time to pay attention to Li Wei.

Li Wei was not angry either. These maintenance personnel were all treasures of the Eighth Route Army. The combatants were fighting on the front line, and the maintenance personnel of the arsenals behind were also in a war. In order to ensure that the weapons of the day were repaired on the same day, reducing losses and affecting the decline in the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army.

People who focus on work generally lack social communication, Li Wei thought to himself: "Then speak with your ability."

Seeing two people surrounding a Maxim heavy machine gun on a large table next to them, the barrel was crooked and the gun body was damaged in many places. Perhaps the mechanism was complicated, the two were sweating profusely and were afraid of using brute force to injure the gun.

Without saying a word, Li Wei walked over, put down his burden, took a few wire drivers, and removed them with force from several key parts. He removed a large piece of components and then removed a few wires in one go. He removed the Maxim in large pieces in one go, and then continued to dismantle them completely. He had long been tired of seeing the overwhelmed Maxim drawings uploaded online.

It turned out that the two maintenance personnel were about to scold the man who suddenly came out and talked to himself. Before he could make a sound, the next thing surprised them. The heavy machine gun, which was originally complicated and didn't know how to start, was disassembled smoothly in this person's hands like a child's toy. He took off the damaged parts, and found parts of similar specifications from the side to replace them. The deformed parts were corrected. After a while, the machine gun parts were assembled again. A complete Markchin was placed safely on the table, emitting a sharp murderous aura again.

The two maintenance personnel stared at Li Wei's repair work that almost didn't think about. Until the end, they didn't say a word and were dumbfounded. It was not until Li Wei pulled the plate machine, put the empty chamber, and smoothly made a brief rolling sound of the slamming and the air sound of the firing needle that he came back to his senses.

"Okay, so awesome!" A maintenance worker looked at Li Wei with almost admiration. Others in the courtyard were also alarmed by the machine gun sound. Their eyes were concentrated in one go, and everyone's faces showed a surprise expression. Almost at this moment, Li Wei immediately received their affirmation.
Chapter completed!