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Section 13

Li Wei smiled and said, "I am not a master. My name is Li Wei. I came here from the Third Regiment. This is my letter of introduction. Please take me to find the factory director." Ancient machine guns like Maxim have no complex structure for him. He has seen the disassembly of the Grint six-barrel rapid-fire machine cannon that can be called a metal storm. Although this old water-cooled pipe Maxim has not recorded any details, it is not difficult to go. Just remember the principle of the transmission method of the chain-type machine gun.

"Ah, it's the new comrade. It's great. Our strength has been strengthened again. Welcome everyone! ~" A maintenance worker wearing black-framed glasses applauded first. He was really convinced. Such a difficult comrade Maxim was like a toy in the hands of the new comrade. He was so happy that the arsenal had a stronger comrade joining, and his strength was improved.

The courtyard caused a burst of warm applause. It seemed that Li Wei was accepted by these people based on his true nature. Everyone came forward enthusiastically, reported his name, and shook hands with Li Wei. Everyone knew each other.

"Let's find the factory manager, right? Go in and you'll see it!" The glasses-wearing maintenance worker who called Lin Fuming when introducing himself pointed to a yard gate and said.

"Thank you!" Li Wei smiled and thanked. The others didn't say much, and returned to his post and focused on his work.

The fun in the yard only disappeared in a while, and it was still as if nothing had happened.

Li Wei entered the deeper yard and walked towards the bustling depths. In his eyes, he felt that this trip was a bit like playing a computer game to break through the level and fight monsters, and triggering the level task.

After passing the yard, it was no different from an ordinary blacksmith shop. The air was filled with a hot breath. Even if it was autumn, the temperature of summer was still maintained. A few people were busy inside, wearing Eighth Route Army caps, naked, holding their upper body, holding one hand and the other. An old man was waving the hammer and repeatedly hitting the anvil, attracting Li Wei's gaze.

Li Wei was about to speak, but when the old man shook his hand and threw something, he subconsciously hurriedly caught it. It turned out to be a large tong, and the head of the tong was still red.

Seeing that the old man was still staring at him, Li Wei understood that he wanted to help, and it felt like he was playing a game.

Li Wei didn't say anything, put down his bag, and did not roll up his sleeves. He held the iron pliers in both hands and picked up the iron ingots on the anvil. Without saying a word, the old man spitted into the palm of his hand and fucked the hammer and smashed it hard.

After smashing for a while, the old man signaled, Li Wei cleverly handed the iron tongs back to the old man, asking the old man to put the iron block back into the fire and burned it again, while Li Wei began to pull the bellows.

Mars suddenly appeared on the stove, and the color of the fire changed from red to blue, which was obviously a sign of sufficient combustion.

The old man kept pulling out the iron block and putting it in the fire torch, and then Li Wei took it out and fixed it. The old man held the iron hammer and repeatedly hit it. Li Wei and the old man didn't say a word all day long. One look and one action could convey the meaning clearly. Even if he had lunch, the old man threw a steamed bun for Li Wei.

After lunch, two people thrust the iron, fixed it, and made a bellows until the sun sets.

The side ignored the old and the young man cooperated to make a tacit iron.

Huh!~A violent white smoke burst out from the furnace, and the last trace of flame was extinguished after the old man poured out a scoop of water, and a forming bayonet with cold light left the water surface.

After putting the gourd ladle back into the bucket, the old man raised his eyes and looked at Li Wei: "Youngsheng, where is the person?"

"I'm from City X." Li Wei replied in a daze, and suddenly said, "So you are not a mute!" It turned out that he treated this old man as a mute.

It doesn't matter if this sentence is said. The whole courtyard inside and outside the courtyard burst into laughter. The courtyard, which was originally dull, became active immediately. Others have long been very proud of the cooperation between the new and the factory director. No one knows what the old and young gourds are selling, and I'm afraid only the person involved knows.

The old man was not angry either, but just rubbed his white beard and said, "This young man is a bit interesting."

"Hello, this, what, oh, I should call me comrade, hello, comrade, everyone here calls me Old Man Li, you can call me Old Man Li, I am the leader of the arsenal here, I won't know how to do it, I will make a blacksmith." The old man stretched out his thick calluses.

Li Wei touched the back of his head and said, "Hello, Comrade Li, my name is Li Wei, and I am my family. Today I will report to you by the order of Political Commissar Wang. Please give me more guidance in the future. This is my letter of introduction." He said the second word of Comrade Li, which is even smoother than Old Man Li.

"What are you guiding? Learn from each other and learn from each other. I'm sure, we welcome new comrades to the arsenal tonight. Let's have a drink together." Old Man Li said while scanning the introduction letter. This sentence was deeply loved by the people and cheered the crowd of people in the arsenal. Others were very afraid that this kid would not meet the appetite of the old factory manager and would not be able to keep people, otherwise the loss would be great.

Li Wei temporarily fell into the arsenal of the Eighth Route Army. This arsenal was formed by the Third Regiment and several other regiments. The front yard was for repairing firearms, and the back was for making simple gun parts and bayonets. In another farther place, the place where bullets were turned over. Because of the dangers during military production, the arsenal was not combined.

Lao Li, the director of the arsenal and the blacksmith master, is a good iron thug. He can make all kinds of exquisite parts, and even carve a fine pattern. Li Wei is a master who is proficient in the ordnance structure. When the two cooperate, they complement each other. Li Wei Guan made suggestions and took the plan. Lao Li Guan started to implement it. The two were perfect matches.

Others in the arsenal were also surprised. Although Lao Li was a good iron thug, he was very good at guns. Although he was very good at shooting various metal parts and made whatever he wanted, he had no idea how to start with the complex composition of guns. But now, Li Wei was very proficient in the principles of various guns, and the chemical composition of metals made everyone dizzy every night thinking about iron-chromium, copper-tin, carbon-iron ratio, and the original small iron furnace began to melt high-quality steel and alloys, which were not much inferior to imported Damascus steel. Many guns that could not be repaired actually made Li Wei design parts casting molds and responded one by one, especially a Maxim heavy machine gun seized from Japan. It used to be able to make single shots, but now it was repaired by Li Wei for a while and then shouted happily on the battlefield.
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