A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

These days, liars are rampant, and there are those with wicked intentions who set up their own traps to trap some kind-hearted ladies and gentlemen.

The common routine is to sell one's body to bury his father, or go to the city to find his husband and so on.

There are also people who carry the dying person to the hospital to cheat. No matter what medicine the doctor prescribes, they say that they will put the person to death, in order to use this to extort money.

These alone are already wicked enough, and there is also a group of low-level demolition gangs, who love to pick on everyone's young masters, young ladies and concubines, and then smear oil on the soles of their feet after cheating money and sex.

Wen Weiyong has a calm and honest personality, and hates this kind of dirty things the most.

"It's a pitiful person. If the other party finds him, he will ask his elder brother to take care of him and make arrangements when I come back."

In this era, there are more than one or two mothers and daughters like Cheng Wenniang and Ke'er.

Under the tide of the times, there are always some innocent fish to sacrifice. For Shu Ange, saving one more is one.

Before leaving Hecheng, Shu Ange didn't talk to Wen Weyong about changing his surname.

He still had fantasies about Wen Guanghou, and only after he gave up completely could he figure out some truths.

Cloud City is to the north, and the climate is dry, much colder than Crane City.

Geng Wuxiang traveled with more people than Shu Ange imagined, and the group stood in nearly two carriages.

After arriving in Yuncheng, Geng Wuxiang changed into a military uniform and had a cold and solemn temperament.

He was about to serve as the commander of the first army at a young age, and when the smoke of gunpowder was filled with internal and external troubles, in order to deter his subordinates, he naturally had to be more serious.

There are two arsenals in Yuncheng, one is in the outer suburbs, surrounded by a high wall, a power grid full of spikes is pulled, and many sharp broken glass are inlaid on the wall.

Not only that, there are heavily armed guards patrolling and defending the vicinity of the arsenal twenty-four hours a day.

What Shu Ange went to was not an arsenal in the outer suburbs, but a smaller and more secret arsenal on the mountain.

The arsenal is built in a natural karst cave with twists and turns.

Whenever a new weapon is developed, it is directly tested and blasted on a farther hill, and when it is spread to the city, everyone just thinks it is quarrying.

Geng Wuxiang personally brought Shu Ange to the arsenal, and everyone solemnly introduced her.

It is all the arsenals of the big gentlemen, and suddenly a little girl with thin skin and tender meat came. You can imagine the mood of these gentlemen who have been burying their heads in the manufacture of weapons all the year round.

"This is Miss An, who has made great achievements in weapons research. You are all great heroes of the Geng family army. I hope you can give more guidance to the little girl and work together to develop a submachine gun as soon as possible."

"Young commander, our arsenal is not a place for little girls to play. In case the guns go off and hurt the little girl's face, it will be a lifetime event."

The person who spoke is called Sledgehammer. He is the five and three thick in life. He is shirtless and has very developed biceps. There is a very obvious scar on his cheek.

Since he was a teenager, Sledgehammer liked to do artillery battles and pour gunpowder by himself. Later, when the war broke out, he began to make earth guns.

The wound on his face was left when he was making a dirt gun.

Sledgehammer is not the oldest in this arsenal, and he is not the most skilled in firearms manufacturing, but he is not afraid of offending people.

"Thank you for your concern. I believe that with the help of the seniors, there will be no accidents."

Shu Ange is not in a hurry or annoyed, smiling like a spring breeze, with a pair of beautiful eyes, as clear as a landscape painting.

Sledgehammer is a rough man, he chokes on the little girl, the other party is neither angry nor embarrassed to say bad things.

Others also have their own ideas in their stomachs. In front of Geng Wuxiang, at most, they quietly smack their eyebrows and sue for lawsuits, and they don't speak out like a sledgehammer.

"This is a drawing drawn by Miss An. After you read it, your impression of her will change."

Before coming to Yuncheng, Shu Ange revised the sketch, and Geng Wuxiang asked a reliable person to transcribe three more copies.

He took out the blueprint, and the sledgehammer took it first. Master Xing, who was over 50 years old, took it second, squinting his eyes and using the light to look at the blueprint in his hand.

Others also took over the blueprints one after another, and the conference room fell silent in an instant.

Shu Ange had a smile on his face, his eyes were clear and calm, neither anxious nor overwhelmed.

The layman watches the fun, the layman watches the doorway.

"Miao, wonderful!" Five minutes later, Master Xing patted his thigh and called out Miao, looking at Shu Ange eagerly; "Little girl, did you draw this drawing by yourself? It's really exquisite."

They have always wanted to improve the earth gun, reduce the rate of fire, and increase the performance and accuracy of the gun. But the guns that imitate foreigners can only be as close as possible in appearance.

Sometimes the barrel caliber data is less than a tenth of a millimeter, which will lead to a decrease in shooting accuracy.

In addition, China's smelting technology is not developed enough to make light and strong metal materials, resulting in insufficient weapon performance.

Master Xing pondered the blueprint repeatedly, wishing to get started immediately and make the weapon on the blueprint.

"This is my inspiration based on the new submachine guns developed by foreign countries. If we can successfully build the submachine guns, we will have a better chance of fighting the invaders. There are many holes in the heat dissipation sleeve of the submachine gun, and it can be connected like a machine gun. The rate of fire can reach 500 rounds per minute.”

"500 rounds per minute? If this is achieved, it will definitely increase the strength of the Geng family's army."

The people present were carefully selected by Geng Wuxiang. They not only love weapons research, but are loyal to the Geng family army, and they are also enthusiastic about China.

What he wanted was never a single word for the world, but the great rejuvenation of China.

Everyone gathered around Shu Ange to ask questions enthusiastically, and she knew everything she could say: "Everyone is right, this gun also has an advantage, the gun is short and powerful, and it has a wide coverage during combat, which is conducive to increasing tactical flexibility and strengthening Melee firepower."

In just one hour, Shu Ange successfully won everyone's appreciation and acceptance by relying on a few drawings and her knowledge of weapons.

Geng Wuxiang was not surprised that Shu Ange was able to get along with everyone so quickly. He selected talents not only by ability but also by virtue.

Geng Wuxiang excluded those who liked to fight in the nest and climbed up by playing tricks.

One person is short, two are long, and a dozen people discuss and research together, like a hundred flowers blooming.

Shu Ange is like a duck in water in the arsenal, she is not hypocritical, and she will not be awkward because others are shirtless.

Everyone said a few vulgar catchphrases, and she just pretended not to hear them.

The development and manufacture of new weapons is always accompanied by day and night experiments and improvements. Shu Ange lives with everyone at the same time, and does not engage in any specialization.

In less than a month, a generation of Polu brand submachine guns was officially developed. The first batch consisted of thirty guns, all hand-polished by people in the arsenal.

Next, what they have to do is to improve the machine tools, improve the metal smelting technology, and strive to mass-produce the Polu brand submachine guns as soon as possible.

(Dear readers, life is always full of twists and turns, I hope you can always be loved and never be sad.)