After being scolded by Li Yunlong and crying, the industrial salvation system was accidentally activated.
Facing the mortar gun pressed against his head, Lin Feng grabbed the damp mortar shell and said, "Give me ten minutes, if you can't break that rock, you'll kill me again!"
Ten minutes later, the rocks were shattered. Li Yunlong's gun fell to the ground, and Zhao Gang's eyes were as wide as bells.
From then on, the Independence Regiment had a "crazy military industry" - homemade steel-making and cannons. The unscrupulous cannons made the Yamamoto special agent team doubt their lives; booby traps, sniper scopes, and thunder cannons, and they just used millet and rifles as dimensionality reduction strikes.
Yamamoto Kazuki gritted his teeth: "This person must die!"
Chu Yun sent a telegram to Yan Xishan: "One Lin Feng in the communist army is better than a hundred thousand soldiers."
Li Yunlong hugged his shoulders and said happily: "Damn it, I almost killed my own son!"
Upstairs in Ping'an County, Yamamoto threatened Xiu Qin. This time, before Li Yunlong could call for fire, Lin Feng's sniper had already pulled the trigger——
"In this prosperous age, I will let you watch it be fought with your own eyes."
