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    After listening to the vivid narration of the leader who fled back to the camp in embarrassment, Ma Tianbao was secretly surprised.  Does he know how powerful foreign guns and artillery are? In those days, which one of Guangzhou and Zhenhai was not defeated by foreign artillery?  Using flesh and blood to resist sharp bullets is undoubtedly like hitting an egg against a stone.  It seems that Chen Xingzu's place is in danger.

    While he ordered all battalions to be on guard, he quickly sent someone to inform the Governor.  Then, he climbed up to the watchtower set up by the Chinese army and raised his clairvoyance, hoping to spy something.  That day was also the day when his mother was causing trouble. Everything was hidden in the dark night. Except for the intermittent gunshots that appeared here and there, nothing could be seen.  He threw the clairvoyance to the guard aside in disappointment, cursing constantly.  The less you can guess how things will develop, the more it will aggravate people's psychological fear. Especially as a military commander, once he feels like a blind man, he will only be beaten passively.

    Ma Tianbao had no choice but to go down to the watchtower and carefully inspected the defense of the fortress, fearing that there were any flaws.  The best way now is to hold on. Holding on until dawn is victory, he lamented in his heart.

    When Lin Haifeng woke up, the first thing he did was go to the toilet.

    Squatting in the toilet, pricking up my ears to hear that there was no movement outside, I took out a box of crumpled "Daqianmen" cigarettes that had been tucked away in my arms, and counted them very carefully, eight cigarettes!  "Alas!" He sighed softly. When he left the military station, the political commissar of the military station who was also a fellow Beijinger gave him a pack of cigarettes. Now only these eight cigarettes are left.  How are you going to mess around in the future?

    He carefully took out a cigarette, tilted his head and thought about it, put it under his nose and smelled it, gritted his teeth and put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.  However, in just a few seconds, he took out the cigarette again.  "What is the relationship between opium smoking and smoking? This Hong Xiuquan is really disgusting. He even banned smoking. Doesn't this harm the person's independent rights? No, we must find a way to change this rule in the future." He took a cigarette in his mouth and smoked it.  He lit a match on the ground and took a long drag on the cigarette. He tightened his mouth tightly for a while, then opened it gently. His eyes were slightly closed, and he tried hard to inhale the smoke that was about to slip away from his mouth through his nose.  It smells so good in your lungs!

    After taking a puff of cigarette, Lin Haifeng reluctantly put out the cigarette butt, carefully put it into the cigarette case and tucked it into his arms. Then he stood up, dusted off his robe, stretched his arms, and walked out solemnly.  A new question began to arise in his mind.

    A society and an era educate batches of different people, and everyone will be marked by the era.  For Lin Haifeng, he grew up in a red era and an era when heroes emerged in large numbers.  From the people's leaders who set fire to the prairie land, to the ordinary soldiers who sacrificed their lives to blow up bunkers, to the internationalist fighters who threw themselves at the enemy's machine guns with their flesh and blood, he admired and worshiped all of them.  Born in the new society, raised under the red flag, and being a successor to the cause is not a simple slogan.  It is difficult for people who have not experienced their time to imagine their steadfastness to red ideals.  "The world is vast, and there is much to be accomplished." The old man's words inspired millions of educated young people to abandon the comfortable environment of the city and go to distant rural areas to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants.  "All reactionaries are paper tigers." Mobilize the entire population of a country that was originally backward and fearlessly confront the Soviet revisionists on Zhenbao Island, fighting for every inch of territory. No atomic bomb or nuclear weapon can intimidate the people.

    None of this can be achieved by simple preaching or the instillation of ideals.  The officers and soldiers are united, the leaders are peaceful and the people share weal and woe. The people truly feel that they are living under a free blue sky and in a happy environment. Only then can we have a "If someone doesn't attack me, I will not attack others. If someone attacks me, I will attack them."  .¡± Red China.

    Lin Haifeng really doesn¡¯t know what it¡¯s like to be rich, and he even has the fear of hunger during the three-year natural disaster. Now, it can be said that he is starting to become rich.  He is already a thousand years old as King An. Although he has never touched a penny of silver, it will only be a matter of time. As long as he wants it, there will be mountains of gold and seas of silver.  However, he doesn't need that.  What he wanted to see was the red ocean deep in his soul.

    For this sacred purpose, he is trying his best to be a perfect person. Although it is difficult and he has to lose a lot of himself, he must do it. He must set an example for the people here. 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 been seen for "a long time".

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

    "A sample of a grenade, or else it's a landmine." Lin Haifeng looked at Zheng Nan's two hands behind his back, said happily.

    "Pediatric, too childish." Zheng Nan suddenly raised something from behind, "Look up and see, what is this, my Prince An?"

    Carbine, a real carbine!  Lin Haifeng snatched the gun over and admired it carefully, "Oh my God, it's so exquisitely made." He unbuckled the gun, ejected a bullet, and looked at it in his hand, "This kind of  The bullets are also very extraordinary, little Zhengzi, I really want to thank you." He handed the gun into Lin Fengxiang's hand, pulled Zheng Nan to sit down, picked up a cup of tea and held his hands respectfully  Send it to Zheng Nan, "Please have some tea with Prince Ning."

    "No gift, no gift." Zheng Nan laughed and took the tea cup, looked at Lin Fengxiang, then at Lin Haifeng, and said with infinite emotion, "The people, and only the people, are the driving force for creating and developing history, as the old man said  That's the truth. I originally felt that it might be difficult to develop here according to our imagination. There is no foundation and there is no industry. But this is not the case. The ordnance factory in Tianjing has long been able to produce ammunition, pour cannons, and craftsmen on its own.  Their craftsmanship amazes me.¡±

    "Of course," Lin Haifeng sat down and nodded. "The gunpowder was invented by our ancestors. It was actually used in the production of modern firearms. It could have been done in the early Qing Dynasty. It was their ignorance that led to this new life.  Things die by the wayside.¡±

    ¡°I am a technician now,¡± Zheng Nan chuckled. ¡°When you come up with an idea, someone will turn it into reality.¡±

    "You are more than just a technician, I see you" Lin Haifeng looked at him and suddenly frowned.

    "What are you looking at me for?" Zheng Nan asked strangely.

    "Alas!" Lin Haifeng looked helpless, "Not only did you take away Nobel's job, but you also caused many people who should have left their names in history books to lose precious opportunities."

    Zheng Nan smiled proudly. After laughing for a while, he sighed and said: "Actually, what did I forget? We were building a testing bench a few days ago. In order to ensure the processing accuracy of the bench, I thought of many ways. Guess  Why, there was a craftsman named Qinong, and he got the job done with just one simple move."

    "Oh," Lin Haifeng asked with interest, "Did he have something invented?"

    "What?" Zheng Nan shook his head and raised his hand, "He always carries a small copper mirror with him. It was polished by him for several generations and is enough for the accuracy I need. He put the copper mirror and the detection surface together.  Together, by looking at the sunlight, you can immediately tell whether the processing is appropriate."

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