I am an industrial worker during the War of Resistance

Chapter 1 Dream Back 1935
When Chen Chang woke up, he felt like the sky had fallen.

I was originally going to watch the 9.3 military parade with my old comrades, but I got so excited that we ended up having a few extra drinks.

Unexpectedly, after a night of heavy drinking, I woke up to find that my home, though quiet, was no longer the clean and tidy place I had been in.

Instead, he was lying in a dilapidated cave.

Chen Changzai had a terrible headache; his head felt like it was about to explode, as if it were filled with a paste.

It took a long time before I felt a little better.

However, something strange seemed to have appeared in his head.

A young man also named Chen Changzai was from Liaoning in Northeast China, the young master of a small landlord family.

He was in his second year at Fengtian No. 1 Middle School, and before he graduated at the age of fourteen, he encountered the September 18 Incident.

Later, he fled to Guanli with his family.

The family of six fled westward with the crowd.

The journey was filled with chaos and bandits.

On the road, you can't tell who is a soldier and who is a bandit.

A few years later, when he fled to northern Shaanxi, only he and his father remained of the six members of his family.

The others either died from gunfire or starved to death.

He's dying now.

He slowly turned his head and saw another person lying not far from him.

The person's face was almost completely covered by long, messy hair and beard, making it impossible to tell what they looked like.

He was so thin he was just a skeleton, and his tattered clothes didn't cover much of his body.

He knew that was his father, who was now dead.

Chen Changzai struggled to raise one of his hands, a hand so thin it was skin and bones, covered in scars.

The sleeves, their original color indistinguishable, were tattered and torn to shreds.

This is clearly not my own hand.

He let his arms fall limply, unable to understand how he had suddenly ended up here.

Is this what time travel is like in novels?

Although he is nearly sixty years old, Chen Changzai still enjoys reading time-travel novels online.

I'd call myself a seasoned bookworm.

A man is a boy until he dies. I once fantasized that one day I could travel to ancient times and accomplish something that would change the world.

But that was just a fantasy when I was bored.

Who would have thought that my dream would come true today?

But to die here right after transmigrating, isn't that a bit too tragic?

"I have to survive, I have to survive." Chen Chang encouraged himself as he struggled to turn over.

This simple action alone was enough to leave him breathless.

The dilapidated cave dwelling was small and shallow, and sunlight shone outside.

Chen Chang was struggling to crawl outwards.

Each crawl felt like it was exhausting the last bit of strength in his body.

But the stubborn Chen Changzai did not want to die in this dilapidated cave.

"Climb out, maybe there's hope if you climb out."

When he finally climbed to the cave entrance, he heard footsteps.

Chen Changzai didn't know who was outside, but as long as there were people, there was hope.

He tried to climb a couple more times, but couldn't climb any further.

He could only sob hoarsely, stretching out his arms and patting the ground with his hands, hoping to attract the attention of the people coming.

However, after being patted twice, he stopped moving.

"There are people there, let's go take a look."

"He's still alive. Quick, water bottle, give him some water first."

"There's another person inside, but he's already dead. It looks like he starved to death."

"He can drink water, that's good, he can survive if he can drink water."

In a daze, Chen Changzai felt himself being turned over and held in someone's arms, as if someone was feeding him water.

He was already half-conscious, and unconsciously began to gulp down the water that seemed like nectar.

When the water moistened his already chapped lips and his throat, which felt like it was on fire.

Chen Changzai slowly regained consciousness.

He opened his blurry eyes and saw several dark-skinned, thin men wearing tattered military uniforms.

They all wore hats with a red five-pointed star on them.

When Chen Changzai saw that star, he suddenly smiled.

He now knew why he had come here.

Slowly closing his eyes, Chen Changzai fell asleep again.

When Chen Chang woke up again, he felt himself lying on a kang (a heated brick bed).

There was a thin blanket covering him.

He knew he had survived.

His mouth was very dry, and he wanted to drink some water.

"Water, water."

Chen Chang managed to squeeze out a few words from his hoarse throat. "You're awake. Want some water? I'll get you some in a bit."

A young woman's voice rang in my ears.

With great effort, he opened his eyelids, which were almost touching.

Chen Changzai saw a soldier wearing a worn-out but very clean military uniform.

A tall girl with shoulder-length short hair.

She was using a kettle to pour water into a bowl.

Then he took a spoon, gently blew on the water in it, and tested the water temperature with his lips.

She must have felt that it wasn't too hot before she turned around and fed it to Chen Changzai.

After drinking a few sips of warm water, Chen Changzai felt much warmer inside.

So she gave a weak smile and said, "Thank you, thank you for saving me."

“Fellow villager, we are the Red Army. Saving you is what we should do. We are the people’s army, here to save the people. How could we stand by and watch you die?”
"You've just woken up, so don't talk too much. There's cornmeal porridge on the stove; drink some first, and you'll feel better gradually."

Chen Changzai moved his head slightly, which was considered a nod.

After swallowing a bowl of corn porridge with pickled vegetables, Chen Changzai felt the power of life reviving within his body.

I have finally come back to life.

"Hello, may I ask where this is?" Chen Changzai asked softly.

"This is Wujiabao, and this is the hospital. You were carried back by Commander Chen."

Commander Chen and his men are the troops stationed here.

We've only been here a short time ourselves. Commander Chen and his men found you while they were out surveying the terrain.

That's why I carried you back.

However, the old man you were with has passed away. Was he a relative of yours?

The young female warrior said with some sadness.

"That's my father. Our whole family has been escaping from Northeast China for four years."

Of the six people in my family, I'm the only one left now.

Damn those Japanese devils, damn this war!

Hearing Chen Changzai recount the deaths of his entire family in an almost calm manner, the young female soldier's eyes reddened.

However, in this chaotic world, there are far too many tragedies like this.

"By the way, my name is Chen Changzai. May I know your name?"

"My name is Wang Ling. You can just call me by my name."

"Alright, Miss Wang Ling, could you please help me find the Commander Chen you mentioned?"

I think I might be able to help them.

You told Commander Chen that you could make explosives, not black powder, but TNT, a high explosive.

Commander Chen and his men should need this."

"You can make high explosives? You really can make high explosives?" Wang Ling asked, somewhat incredulously.

Yes, I will.

I learned about it in chemistry class when I was in school, and I even made it myself.

"Great, then you get some rest. I'll go find Commander Chen for you right away."

After Wang Ling finished speaking, she ran out of the cave dwelling as if she were crazy.

Wang Ling ran out of the cave and shouted, "Sister Liu, please look after my patient for me. I'm going to find Commander Chen."

Watching this tall girl, who was not very old but had delicate and pretty features, run out like the wind.

Chen Changzai unconsciously laughed as well.

Of course, the Chen Changzai of this world wouldn't make explosives.

Although he attended high school for two years and studied physics and chemistry, he never made any explosives.

The one who knew how to make explosives was Chen Changzai from later generations.

Chen Changzai, who came here in later generations, had served in the army when he was young. After retiring, he was assigned to work in an explosives factory.

The explosives factory produces TNT.

After working as a technician in the explosives factory for several years, he was transferred to a military factory.

Assist in ammunition development.

Later, the connection was established with the military factory.

This military factory is a large factory, and it produces a wide variety of products.

From rifles to anti-aircraft machine guns, from rocket launchers to anti-aircraft guns, from jeeps to tank repair and assembly.

They even produced propeller-driven trainer aircraft and Y-5 transport aircraft.

The technical department also has a jet aircraft project, but it's not in production because it's not their main focus.

However, two trainer prototypes were still produced and accepted by the military.

Later, the factory partially shifted its production to civilian products. They first produced agricultural tractors, then tricycles, and later trucks.

Chen Changzai worked his way up from technician to engineer, and then to vice president of the company.

Until Chen Changzai was nearing retirement, the factory was still doing quite well.

Both military and civilian products have achieved some good results.

Although Chen Changzai doesn't know how to build missiles or atomic bombs, he believes he can still be of some use at this time.

　This is a topic I've wanted to write about for a long time, simply because I felt a sense of urgency.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)