Traveling back to the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, Lu Chengan didn't touch the system, but he fell into the muzzle of Fengjun's heavy machine gun.
Faced with the desperate situation of being shot in the head at any time, he remained calm, spoke pure Boston English, and had an accurate prediction of metallurgy, and he insisted on describing the flaw in the explosive chamber of Fengjun's firearms as a miracle.
On this day, the young marshal gained a close friend who was "double PhD from MIT and a wealthy man in Nanyang".
On this day, Fengtian Military Factory gained a magician who "can rub smokeless gunpowder with his hands."
No system? Out of the way!
The advanced mathematics, physics and chemistry knowledge in your mind is the most powerful plug-in!
Special High School Course: "Mr. Lu is Japan's best friend."
British and American companies: "Mr. Lu has a monopoly on half of Asia's arms. He is the godfather!"
Young Marshal: "Cheng'an, tell me honestly, how much identity do you still have?"
Lu Chengan lit a cigarette and smiled slightly: "Young Marshal, I am really just an academic."
Mark it,
Reflect on yourselves