A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

The finger can locate the part by touch, and the push, lock, buckle, and twist are all done cleanly and efficiently without a moment's pause.

Zhao Gang silently counted the seconds from the moment he started working on the first part to the moment the last part was put back in place. It took less than thirty-five seconds.

"Wow, the commander is amazing! He completed the assembly in just 35 seconds."

Zhao Gang was astonished. Although he was a political officer, he still had basic knowledge of firearms. The ability to blindly assemble a brand-new automatic rifle in just over thirty seconds was a skill that was rare even in the entire army.

Zhang Renfeng felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

He thought to himself, if the old sergeant had seen him take 35 seconds to assemble the equipment back in his previous life in basic training, he probably would have whipped him with his belt on the spot.

Back then, mastering this thing was a must-do skill, a skill so advanced that it became muscle memory. You could disassemble and reassemble it repeatedly, and even with your eyes closed, you could pinpoint which part was faulty and which process caused the problem.

He waved his hand: "Zhao Gang, stop flattering me. Under normal circumstances, it needs to be assembled within 20 seconds to be considered合格 (qualified/acceptable)."

"what?"

Not only Zhao Gang, but even Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment.

Li Yunlong was still clutching the gun Zhang Renfeng had just handed him. Hearing this, he looked down at the weapon in his hand, then looked up at Zhang Renfeng. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The young Wang Zhijun chuckled and replied, "The commander is right. Good firearms should have a simple structure. A simple structure means high stability and less likelihood of problems."

Team leader Cheng Erkang nodded in agreement, his face displaying the confident air typical of an engineer.

"Our leader used to tell us that there is a very simple principle in industry: the simpler it is, the more reliable it is."

Li Yunlong, who had been listening for a few moments, immediately seized the opportunity to flatter him: "Oh, right, right! When the commander was instructing me before, he said, 'Resilient, durable, and easy to work with, you know!'"

After he finished speaking, he chuckled twice, tossed the gun in his hand, and looked at it with the same eyes he would give his own son.

Zhang Renfeng's lips twitched at his ridiculous appearance.

He took the gun back from Li Yunlong and casually tossed him a handful of bullets: "Load it, thirty rounds. Give it a try."

Li Yunlong caught the bullet and deftly loaded the magazine, filling it in just a few clicks.

He picked up the gun and glanced at the target more than 100 meters away. To his surprise, he found that the gun was extremely easy to hold. With the shoulder and cheek against it, the aiming line naturally aligned, and there was no need to adjust the posture like with old-fashioned rifles.

Da da da!

He pulled the trigger, firing three shots in quick succession. The gunshots echoed through the workshop, and the metal ceiling vibrated with a hum.

Three more holes appeared on the target paper in the distance, spaced close together and scattered over an area about the size of a fist.

Li Yunlong took off his gun, his face beaming with joy. He turned back to Zhang Renfeng and grinned, "Commander, this gun is awesome! Its accuracy is exceptionally high!"

Zhang Renfeng ignored his words and turned to Cheng Erkang: "Team Leader Cheng, come here."

Cheng Erkang walked forward with a smile, took the gun, first switched the fire selector from the safe position to the middle automatic fire position, then raised the gun, aimed at the target, and gripped the trigger—rat-a-tat-tat-tat!

In just a moment, the remaining 27 bullets of the gun were unleashed.

The muzzle jumped slightly upwards, but the bullet impact point remained within the target paper area. By the time the last shot was fired, the distant target had become a sieve, with sawdust and paper scraps flying in the sunlight, and a faint smell of gunpowder wafted over.

"Damn it! This gun is absolutely amazing!" Even the usually refined Zhao Gang couldn't help but swear.

Li Yunlong was so excited that he rubbed his hands together, wishing he could snatch the gun from Cheng Erkang and fire two more rounds.

What amazed them was not how fancy the gun itself was.

The key is that we were able to produce a finished product with high precision and stable performance by hand using existing equipment and materials!

Two years ago, who would have dared to imagine this?

Cheng Erkang put down his gun, turned to look at Zhang Renfeng, his tone calm but unable to suppress his smugness:

"This gun achieves precise lethality with a single shot within 400 meters, and in burst mode, it can easily concentrate fire on targets within 500 meters. In the event of a large-scale charge, it can also achieve considerable suppression beyond 800 meters. As for the maximum kill radius..."

He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, his heart pounding with excitement. He exhaled before continuing, "The theoretical threshold, I believe, can reach 1500 meters."

Duo Yingxian, standing next to him, added, her tone brimming with the youthful energy characteristic of her:

"This represents a breakthrough in our self-developed technology! As long as the materials are available and production capacity is increased, we can achieve mass production within two years."

Zhao Gang stood to the side and listened to these bold words, his chest heaving slightly.

Although he was a political officer, he had also carried a gun and fought in battles, and he knew all too well what such automatic weapons meant on the battlefield.

Zhang Renfeng listened to their boasting and didn't rush to express his opinion.

He turned around and waved to Cheng Erkang: "Come on, take the things out."

Cheng Erkang responded, turned around and took out another item from the cabinet, holding it with both hands and handing it to Zhang Renfeng.

It was a bayonet about forty centimeters long, grayish-black in color, with sharp edges and blood grooves on three sides. The tip of the blade had been quenched and gleamed with a cold light.

This is the Type 56 triangular bayonet.

Zhang Renfeng took it and weighed it in his hand; it was icy cold and heavy.

He casually handed it to Li Yunlong: "Take a look."

Li Yunlong took it, examined it twice, then rubbed the blade with his finger and smacked his lips:

"Good heavens! This thing goes in, opens up a blood groove, and comes out with a hole. Commander, is this another one for Liangshan?"

Zhang Renfeng nodded, put his bayonet back on the worktable, and said solemnly:

"These guns can only be produced in small batches for now, so we'll equip your Liangshan with them first. I have high hopes for your Liangshan—after all, they're the old guard I trained. This time in Korea, I don't need them to inflict much casualties; I just need them to capture more American officers for me."

After all, the next step in developing the national defense and military industry will require the strong support of that Fifth Division Master Qian, who is located across the ocean.

We've suffered because of our kindness and compassion; how many prisoners of war have we let go? So this time, we must make good use of the prisoners of war as leverage.

Zhang Renfeng and Brigade Commander Chen had already discussed this issue, and in their names, they gave Chief of Staff Nie a very detailed analysis.

If it were an ordinary person, this report probably wouldn't even get to the higher-ups.

But who is Zhang Renfeng? Not to mention those who are not close to him, Lao Nie is his father-in-law, and he also has his master, Second Master. That's how the matter was settled.

Soldiers must protect any American, British, or French officers captured in Korea and not release them easily, as they will inevitably be key bargaining chips in future negotiations.

Of course, those of Japanese descent are an exception...

Zhang Renfeng thought for a moment and added, "Remember, I need survivors, the more the better!!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong's eyes instantly reddened.

Although he is usually carefree and unserious, he is very clear-headed and knows that his old superior really favors him.

From Taiyue to the Central Plains to Fujian Province and then to the Korean War, every time he pushed forward with all his might.

He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, his voice a little muffled: "The commander really favors Xiao Li."

Seeing his pathetic state, Zhang Renfeng was both angry and amused, and gave him a light, mock kick.

"Alright, alright, stop pretending. Go check what food the kitchen has prepared; it's getting late."

Li Yunlong quickly sniffed, turned and walked out, but after taking two steps, he turned back and shouted to Zhang Renfeng:

"Sir, please wait! I'll have that new intern show you what he's got to do!"

Cheng Erkang, standing nearby, added with a smile:

"Sir, you're in for a treat. The chef was brought in from Zhengyanglou Restaurant in Beiping. I've heard he's quite a figure in Beiping."

"I was chatting with him the other day, and it seems like this guy has some kind of shady relationship with a local widow. If it weren't for his decent cooking skills, I would have kicked him out..."

When Zhang Renfeng heard this, he was stunned. Wasn't this He Daqing?