Jin Yinan stood aside, instructing Ma Jinhai on the steps to use the grease gun.
Remove the magazine, fill it with bullets, open the safety and pull the bolt...
Ye Anran put the butt of his gun against his shoulder, aimed at the target a hundred meters away, and touched the trigger with his finger.
Da da da!
The muzzle of the submachine gun was spitting flames, and the 11.43mm warhead flew towards the target with a straight trajectory.
A barrage of bullets penetrated the bullseye.
The target hit rate is 100%.
Ye Anran fired all thirty bullets in the magazine, and Ma Jinhai beside him also pulled the trigger.
Soon, he fired all the bullets in the magazine.
Ma Jinhai looked at the target with holes in the distance, dumbfounded and shocked.
The best submachine gun he has ever used is the MP18 submachine gun of the Ma Jinshan Guard Regiment.
That gun fires very quickly, has a straight trajectory, and has no major problems except for jamming sometimes.
Just finished using the M3 submachine gun.
Refreshed his knowledge of submachine guns!
Ye Anran looked at Ma Jinhai. His face was filled with shock, indicating that the experience was very good.
The three of them walked to the target. Ye Anran took a look at his target and saw that he had a 100% hit rate.
At least fifteen of them were between the ninth and tenth rings, and the rest of the bullets hit the eighth ring.
He took a look at Ma Jinhai's target and saw that the target hit rate was very high, basically on the eight or nine rings.
Ma Jinhai: "Brother, this gun is much easier to use than the German MP18 submachine gun used by the guard group!"
"Can you get one for me?"
Ma Jinhai salivated and stared blankly at the submachine gun in his hand.
Like a beggar who has been hungry for three days, he suddenly sees a bowl of braised pork elbow in front of him.
So delicious!
Ye Anran asked Jin Yinan: "How many grease guns are there now?"
Jin Yinan raised two fingers and said, "Vice Chairman Ye, these are the only ones available at the moment."
"However, most of this gun is made of stamped parts. It is very easy for workers to get started and it can be put into production quickly!"
Jin Yinan glanced at the bullet holes in the target from the corner of his eye.
He felt extremely shocked.
This is 1932! !
The most powerful MP18 submachine gun he had ever seen was nothing more than that.
When he personally got the grease gun from the worker, Jin Yinan's brain was like a paste.
He still feels like he is dreaming.
With Huaxia's current strength, it simply does not have the conditions to produce high-speed stamping machines and milling machines.
But the facts are there.
The equipment that Ye Anran handed over to him was still working loudly.
"I need to mass produce grease guns. If you need anything, just call my office."
"Vice Chairman Ye, I need someone."
Jin Yinan looked back at the direction of the workshop. The seventy-five people under his command were now divided into three groups.
One group is in the heavy artillery production line, one group is in the 38-type rifle production line, and the other group is currently in the grease gun production line.
In addition to the workers needed on these production lines, the production lines for loading ammunition also need people.
"Where can I find the person you want?"
"At Crane City Industrial School, they all studied mechanics, and it's very easy to get started."
Jin Yinan gave Ye Anran an idea.
Ye Anran looked back at Ma Jinhai, "Second brother, I'll leave this job of recruiting people to you."
"I have other things to do."
Ma Jinhai: "Okay, I'll go to the industrial school to recruit people right away!"
Hecheng was very safe and Ma Jinhai was always by his side. Ye Anran felt that his talent was wasted.
He didn't actually need guards.
The key is that this guard is still the sworn second brother.
After awakening, Ye Anran felt a little embarrassed and arranged some other tasks for Ma Jinhai so that he could take a breather alone.
When Ma Jinhai turned around to leave, Ye Anran stopped him.
"Second brother, leave the gun!"
"..."
Ma Jinhai was reluctant to part with it. Two wrinkles appeared on his forehead and he said pitifully: "Brother, can you give it to me?"
"no!"
"I won't feel bad if I give you this thing from now on, but not now."
Ye Anran is resolute, he does have other uses.
This gun is likely to become a major turning point in the Northeast Army's fight against the Japanese.
If it succeeds, the Northeast Army will not only be able to defend Hecheng, but also reduce sacrifices.
"All right!"
Ma Jinhai reluctantly handed over the grease gun.
"Be careful, I'm going to recruit workers!"
"Go ahead."
Ye Anran waved his hand towards Ma Jinhai, feeling that his second brother's last words had a bit of a sour taste...
Until Ma Jinhai left the arsenal, Ye Anran walked around the workshop twice. He called a reporter from the newspaper and took photos of the workshop's brand-new milling machines and stamping machines.
I took two photos of some of the drawings of the M3 submachine gun.
By the time the newspaper reporter developed the photos and sent them to the provincial capital, it was already afternoon.
Ye Anran put the developed photos into his pocket, wrapped the grease gun in linen, and quietly rode out of the provincial capital.
About ten minutes later, Ye Anran stopped in front of a small building.
On both sides of the gate of the small building are wooden signs bearing the name of the Soviet Consulate in Hecheng.
The Soviet flag is hung diagonally on the wall.
Soviet soldiers stood at the door.
In 1932, the Soviet Union, Germany and other countries had consular offices in Hecheng, Bingcheng, Xuecheng, Heihe, Hailar and other places in Northeast China.
When the Soviet soldiers on guard saw Ye Anran, they raised their hands with clear intentions to signal him to retreat, asking him to keep a safe distance from the consulate gate.
Ye Anran looked at the serious soldiers and said in Russian: "I am Ye Anran, Vice Chairman of the Black Province. Please inform your consul that I have something to see him!"
He heard Ye Anran speak fluent Russian, and the soldier relaxed a lot.
The soldier told Ye Anran to go in and report, and asked him to wait outside.
Soon, Ye Anran entered the Soviet consulate under the leadership of soldiers.
In a bright and sunny office on the second floor, there stood a burly man in a suit and leather shoes.
When he saw Ye Anran, he took the initiative to greet Ye Anran and shook hands: "Hello, Vice Chairman Ye. I am Ivanov, the Soviet Consul General in Hecheng. Welcome to visit."
"Hello, Mr. Ivanov."
Ye Anran shook hands with him humbly.
At Ivanov's invitation, Ye Anran sat down.
His staff prepared coffee enthusiastically.
Ye Anran was a little surprised. Ivanov seemed to know that he was coming and was ready for everything.
"Vice Chairman Ye, to tell you the truth, if you don't come to us, we will go to the provincial capital of Black Province to find you and Chairman Ma."
Ivanov looked at Ye Anran sincerely, "As you know, the Neon Kingdom is holding the founding ceremony of Manchukuo in Xinjing, which is Changchun in the northeast of your country."
"As the only city in Neon Kingdom that has no control over Crane City, Crane City will definitely be attacked by the devils in the future."
"I once attended the meeting of your succession as Vice Chairman of the Black Province. I admire you very much for your recent confrontation with the Japanese in Crane City."
"However, I have to regret to tell you that we have received an order from Moscow to return to the Soviet Union in the near future."
Ye Anran was very calm.
He had long expected this outcome.
Not only the Soviet consulate is leaving now, but all the consuls stationed abroad in Crane City will leave in the near future.
Countries around the world are very sensitive to signals of war.
Before launching a large-scale attack, Neon Country will also notify other countries and give their consuls time to evacuate.
