Peng Feng smiled slightly after hearing this, looked up at the scene on the street outside the window, with a somewhat unclear meaning in his eyes, and murmured: "Don't know our identities? I don't think so."
After he came back yesterday, he carefully thought about what happened during the day. After all, he is an educated and experienced person, and he gradually came to his senses. I'm afraid my identity will be exposed. I just don’t know why the officer let me go so lightly.
My own comrades? As soon as I thought of this, I rejected myself. It was impossible. If I were an adult, it would still be possible. But this age is a flaw. Such a young member of the Red Party became a colonel in the national army? Unless he had been educated by the Red Party since he was still in his mother's womb, he would have had to infiltrate the Kuomintang before 1927. How old was he in 1927? I'm afraid it's no more than 14 years old. Who would joke about sending a 13 or 14-year-old undercover? And even if there is such a person, he can become a colonel in the national army in just three years?
If he is not one of his own, why would he let him go? There can only be two explanations. One is that the enemy is playing a long game to catch the big fish and sends people to monitor him. When he and the Shanxi underground organization are connected, he will catch them all.
The other type is those who sympathize with the Red Party. Such people are not uncommon in the Kuomintang now. After all, the two parties also cooperated sincerely during the Great Revolution, and many people from the two parties have established a deep fighting friendship with each other.
But this colonel is too young. A colonel of this age can only be the son of a high-ranking official of the Kuomintang. Could it be that his family has a tendency to sympathize with the Red Party?
Peng Feng's head started to hurt again as he thought about it, so he gave it up and thought about it. After all, passing each level is one level at a time. If you can't fight, just give up on this stinky skin. Are you afraid of sacrifice when you are working for the revolution?
At this moment, the sound of cars came from the street. Peng Feng looked out the window and saw the convoy of white dogs that Xiao Zhao called passing by on the street. Peng Feng saw that the person driving the second Xiaoqiao car was the young colonel. The windows were not raised, and everyone sitting in the car was clearly visible. I saw the two foreigners also in the car. Peng Feng slandered that he "worships foreigners and favors foreigners."
At this moment, the colonel driving the car glanced at the window intentionally or unintentionally. Peng Feng quickly put on a smile and waved goodbye to the small bridge car. The colonel also smiled and nodded, and drove out of the city. Peng Feng is barefoot now and is not afraid of wearing shoes. Anyway, he has been exposed. Even if he looks at you a few times, he can take the opportunity to test it out. The result is just like that, others seem to behave politely and casually, without seeming to take it seriously.
Looking at the motorcade going away, I sighed in my heart and turned around to help Xiao Zhao scrub.
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One day at the end of November 1930, the ancient city of Taiyuan, Shanxi, was shrouded in haze. The drizzle floating slightly in the gloomy sky made the whole city look cold and dull. The cold wind blowing from the north gave pedestrians on the street a biting feeling, heralding the coming of winter.
On both sides of Binggong Road outside Xiaobeimen in the north of Taiyuan are residential buildings. Most of the people living here are workers and their families of Taiyuan Arsenal. As the name suggests, Ordnance Road is a road specially built for Taiyuan Arsenal.
Taiyuan Arsenal is an arsenal founded by Marshal Yan in Shanxi to manufacture guns and ammunition. Taiyuan Arsenal, Shenyang Arsenal and Hanyang Arsenal are the three major arsenals in the history of the Republic of China. Marshal Yan was able to rule Shanxi for 38 years, which was directly related to the Taiyuan Arsenal manufacturing weapons and ammunition for him, and then recruiting troops and horses to expand his power.
In its early days, the Taiyuan Arsenal was called the Shanxi Military Crafts Training Factory. Its personnel, structure, and machinery were very rudimentary. It mainly repaired weapons and produced broadswords, spears, and muskets. There was no deep hole processing equipment at that time. After Yan Dashuai became the governor of Shanxi, he stepped up arms manufacturing, introduced advanced management experience and mechanical equipment from Japan, Germany, and the United Kingdom, hired foreign military factory technicians, and gradually expanded the internship factory.
In January 1927, Marshal Yan changed the Shanxi Military Craft Practice Factory into the Taiyuan Arsenal. This marks the rapid development of Shanxi's arms production from light weapons to heavy weapons. We can produce imitation Japanese Type 38 rifles, German Mauser 79 rifles and American Thompson submachine guns and their bullets. This is the beginning of Shanxi's manufacturing of armaments.
While successfully manufacturing bullets, they began to develop grenades. The projectile body is divided into two types: iron sheet and cast iron. After many experiments and battlefield practice, the wooden-handled cast-iron hand grenade-shell can explode into dozens or even hundreds of shrapnel, which is highly lethal. It has become a famous brand in Shanxi-made munitions, with a maximum daily output of more than 100,000. Nanjing and Shenyang arsenals both copied it, and it was recognized that the grenade developed in Shanxi was the most powerful.
When it reached its peak in the early 1930s, the Taiyuan Arsenal and the Military Factory had a total of 3,800 pieces of equipment and 15,000 employees. Their scale was comparable to the Hanyang Arsenal and Shenyang Arsenal, the largest in the country. From 1928 to 1930, the monthly output of Taiyuan Arsenal was: 35 light and heavy artillery pieces, 100 mortars, 3,000 rifles, 15 machine guns, 900 submachine guns, 15,000 artillery shells, and mortar shells 9,000 rounds, 4.2 million rounds of bullets. Marshal Yan relied on these weapons and equipment to grow the Jin army to 300,000 troops, and he had the spare capacity to sell weapons at high prices to warlords from other provinces such as the Northwest Army and the Guangxi Army.
However, since the Central Plains War ended in September and Marshal Yan announced his resignation, the Northeast Army Marshal who directly governed Shanxi did not send a single soldier into Shanxi, but he gave an order to Shanxi's acting provincial chairman, Chief Xu. The production of the arsenal was ordered to stop and the factory was restructured and downsized. The arsenal is not allowed to transport a single shot of ammunition out of Shanxi Province. Difficult days have come for the 15,000 employees of the arsenal. From October to now, for two full months, from the factory director down to the workers, they have not earned a penny.
Fortunately, the managers said that their previous salaries were high and they still had some savings. Those working-class families at the bottom are in dire straits. Many families have to go to the city to work for others to supplement their family income. Some people can only go to rural areas to find work. The formerly bustling arsenal no longer had the roar of machines, no sight of thick smoke in the sky and busy traffic on the road. There was only dead silence.
At this time, a woman's cry came from a small house beside Binggong Road. A man in his forties was squatting on the ground at the door, smoking a pipe. The sad face is full of wrinkles.
This man's name was Li Bin. He turned out to be a technical worker in the ammunition branch of the arsenal. He had worked in the arsenal for more than ten years. He was also smart and studious. He soon became the technical backbone of the gun factory and was highly valued by the management. Unfortunately, he had been married for many years and had no children. It was not until he was in his thirties that his wife finally gave birth to a fat boy. Li Bin felt that he had nothing to ask for in life.
However, just when Li Bin was full of ambition and devoted himself to working overtime to make money for his wife and children, the arsenal was closed...
