## Introduction to the work
Lin Hao is dead. Then I woke up on the battlefield in 1937.
An Eighth Route Army soldier dug him out of the pile of corpses and asked him what he did. He looked at the job tag on his chest: Gun Maker.
At that time, a company had just been defeated, with less than forty men left. The barrel was rotten, the rifling was worn out, and there were less than ten bullets per person. Someone asked him to run south. He took one look at the pile of broken guns and squatted down for three days. Forty crappy guns, all repaired to the point where they can shoot.
But he wanted more than just cultivation.
Since making the first gun, he has done three things in total: to make the Eighth Route Army no longer short of guns, to make the enemy dare not underestimate it, and to make this country rise from poverty to a world power.
No one knows where he comes from. All I know is that the blueprints he drew can withstand a hundred thousand soldiers.
Very beautiful