Chenyang Arsenal.

Zhang Xinghan took the guard platoon to arrive at the arsenal's warehouse by car. The soldiers who were in charge of guarding the arsenal quickly opened the warehouse gate.

"Little Lizi, go and find me the person in charge of the arsenal." Zhang Xinghan ordered Xiao Lizi while walking into the warehouse.

"Yes." Little Lizi responded and immediately sent a guard to execute.

Taking advantage of the gap, Zhang Xinghan walked around the warehouse and roughly calculated that the military warehouse where he was located was at least tens of thousands of square meters, and the guns and ammunition inside were piled up like mountains, all kinds of which were produced by the Chenyang Arsenal, and there were also many foreign battles by the Fengtian warlords, mainly the large number of weapons and equipment seized in the Second Zhi-Feng War.

"Damn it, there are fewer than 100,000 rifles here, there are thousands of light and heavy machine guns and hundreds of various types of artillery, and there are so many pistols and grenades that cannot be calculated, and there are countless bullets.

Not to mention anything else, the equipment stockpiled in the Northeast Army's Chenyang Arsenal warehouse is enough to expand the army of 100,000. Zhang Xiaoliu is a fucking prodigal, the most fucking bastard in modern history. I, Zhang Zuolin, saved such a big family business for him, and he actually had to give it to the Japanese. It's so fucking anger!" Zhang Xinghan looked at the mountains of equipment and ammunition, and sweared in anger.

While Zhang Xinghan was scolding Zhang Xiaoliu for making a fortune, a guard walked over with two middle-aged men in suits and glasses.

"Commander, they are the heads of the arsenal." The soldier stood attentively and saluted.

Zhang Xinghan looked up and down, and politely saluted the military salute and said, "To introduce myself, I, Zhang Xinghan, the commander of Fengtian City Defense, now I need your help."

"In the Shenyang Ordnance Agency, Weng Zhilin, the battle of Beidaying, Commander Zhang Daming has resounded throughout the city, and we are also well-known. Our General Office Zang has notified the humble position. If you have any questions, we will cooperate with us." The middle-aged man who was a little older on the right said hurriedly.

"Cangmao Office?" Zhang Xinghan was a little confused.

"Oh, it is Zang Shiyi, the governor of Liaoning Province and mayor of Chenyang. He also serves as the general office of the Arsenal Office. Usually, the affairs of the arsenal are managed by the subordinates, and the final decision is in the hands of the governor of Tibetan." Weng Zhilin explained.

"Oh." Zhang Xinghan nodded expressionlessly. Zang Shiyi, a famous Northeast Fenglian warlord regime in history, was highly appreciated by the Zhang father and son before the September 18th Incident. When the Huanggutun incident occurred, he took the lead in organizing the blockade of news and secretly sent someone to inform Zhang Xueliang, making considerable achievements for Zhang Xueliang to take over the three eastern provinces.

In addition, this person was honest and had great governance skills, so he was valued by Zhang Xueliang and was successively promoted to the position of governor of Liaoning Province. However, after the September 18th Incident, he was arrested by the Japanese army because he was unwilling to retreat. Later, he could not withstand the coercion and temptation of the Japanese and eventually became a lackey of the Japanese and became a famous traitor in the puppet Manchukuo.

However, judging from Zang Shiyi's performance before he surrendered to the enemy and treason, this person was quite loyal and righteous. If he had not fallen into the enemy and was forced to do anything to rebel, he might not have done anything rebellious.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Xinghan said, "Weng will do it. I have something I want to ask you. I hope you can answer truthfully."

"Mr. Zhang has no choice but to ask, and he will definitely speak all the words." Weng Zhilin said hurriedly.

"Are there still a batch of chemical weapons hidden in our arsenal warehouse?" Zhang Xinghan asked straight to the point.

Weng Zhilin looked at Zhang Xinghan in surprise when he heard this, and then nodded: "There is a batch of poison gas bombs bought by the young marshal from Europe. They were bought by the Russians after the Central East Road incident. However, since then, our Fengtian army has almost no major battles, so the poison gas bombs have never been used."

"Just have it." Zhang Xinghan said happily: "The Japanese invaders are gathering their troops and will soon attack Chenyang again. In order to defeat the Japanese army, I plan to requisition this batch of poison gas bombs, and I also ask the Weng Hui Office to support it."

"The General Office of the Tibetan Communist Party said that as long as you fight the Japanese, you can get as much as you want in the warehouse of the Chenyang Arsenal. Commander Zhang, we will do our best to support the soldiers in the fight against the Japanese invaders, defend Chenyang, and defend the Northeast." Weng Zhilin agreed readily without any hesitation.

"Okay." Zhang Xinghan said: "In addition to this batch of poison gas bombs, I also asked the Wenghui to send me 100,000 rifle bullets, 200,000 machine gun bullets, 30,000 pistol bullets, and 2,000 artillery shells. Please also issue as many light and heavy machine guns as possible to increase the firepower of my defending troops and the aviation team's aviation team. Please try to meet their needs."

"Well, no problem, I'll have someone start to handle it right away." Weng Zhilin nodded again to agree.

"Then I'll trouble you to do it. Xinghan still has military affairs, so I'll leave first." Zhang Xinghan honored the military salute.

"Commander Zhang walked slowly." Weng Zhilin quickly turned around and said with a solemn look.

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Weng Zhilin's work efficiency was very good. Not long after Zhang Xinghan returned to the headquarters from the arsenal, he sent someone to secretly send a large number of ammunition and poison gas bombs.

In the headquarters, Zhang Xinghan was using his watch to produce poison gas bombs and aviation bombs. With a large number of ammunition outside as a cover, he could produce as much ammunition as possible.

Now he owns the Chenyang Arsenal, and the arsenal warehouse has stockpiled hundreds of thousands of ready-made weapons and equipment. As long as there is sufficient ammunition, the eight thousand defenders can use various light and heavy machine guns and automatic firearms as unscrupulously as possible without worrying about insufficient ammunition supply.

In this way, the firepower of the defenders will inevitably be greatly strengthened. It is not that easy for the Japanese army to break through the defense line of the Chenyang defenders.

Looking at the poisonous gas bombs and aviation bombs falling out of the light curtain, Zhang Xinghan couldn't help but feel a sneer on his lips. So what about the Kwantung Army? So what about the Japanese Empire?

With this watch that can produce ammunition without limit, his team under his command will never be in danger of lacking ammunition.

And now he has successfully mastered Zhang Xiaoliu's biggest possessions, the Shenyang Arsenal Military Industry System Series Factory, the Northeast Airlines Team, and a group of armored troops. As long as he defeats the Japanese Kwantung Army and gets a chance to breathe, Zhang Xinghan will be able to expand his army in a very short time and build a brand new Northeast Army.

He is not Zhang Xiaoliu. He has countless knowledge and predictions of the direction of history that has been ahead of Zhang Xiaoliu for nearly eighty years. As long as he has a strong enough new army, his goal will not be as simple as defending the Northeast.

At twelve o'clock that day, all the defenders in Chenyang City had received supplementary ammunition and guns, and reinforced and modified the field positions outside the city in accordance with Zhang Xinghan's requirements.

At the same time, the Japanese army had gathered more than 10,000 troops in Sujiatun. Itagaki Seishiro and Ishihara Kanir immediately sent a large brigade of vanguard troops to three kilometers outside the south gate of Shenyang and began to build an attack position.

By 2 pm, the Japanese front-line attack position was completed, and Seishiro Itagaki immediately commanded more than 6,000 main forces of the 2nd Division to enter and began to launch a formal attack on Chenyang.

"Miscellaneous..." The typical attack method of the Japanese army, 36 75mm field artillery guns from the Second Regiment of the Japanese Second Division, who had just arrived from Haicheng to reinforce through the South Manchuria Railway, began to launch artillery bombardment on the position of the 1st Regiment in the south of Chenyang City.

"Boom boom boom..." Dozens of shells dragged the scarlet and slender tail flames and fell onto a ball of positions, and a violent explosion occurred.

For a moment, a group of officers and soldiers hiding in anti-aircraft holes and bunkers only felt the ground under their feet trembling, and mud kept scattering above their heads.

At the top of the South Gate City, Zhang Xinghan held a telescope and looked at a group of positions that were already filled with smoke and fire, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he had not spoken for a long time.

"Commander, Commander Liu's phone number!" A correspondent soldier ran to Zhang Xinghan and reported.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinghan put down his telescope and followed the correspondent to the telephone.

"Hey, I'm Zhang Xinghan." Zhang Xinghan answered the phone and said.

On the other end of the phone, in the group of troops, Liu Jianguo, the commander of the regiment, held the microphone in both hands and shouted: "Hey! Camp, the Japanese's artillery fire is very fierce, and my command center is almost shattered now."

"Well, I saw that it was the Japanese 75th field artillery group. It was probably the artillery unit directly under the 2nd Division." Zhang Xinghan said in a plain tone on the phone.

"Can you find a way to kill him? If this continues, it will have a serious impact on the morale of our soldiers." Liu Jianguo shook his head and tried to shake off the dirt path that was falling from his head.

"No hurry, just stand up to the Japanese infantry attack. I will arrange for the Air Force to kill the Japanese artillery." Zhang Xinghan looked at the field positions outside the city with a determined look on his face.

"Oh, don't worry. As long as you kill the artilleryman raised by the Japanese devil, I promise that a Japanese devil will not pass through the first regiment of positions!" Liu Jianguo promised confidently on the other end of the phone.

"Don't be too careless. This time the Japanese came prepared. It's different from the unexpected surprise that they were caught off guard by surprise. This is a head-on offensive and defensive battle between positions, heroes and cowards, and this battle will be clear!" Zhang Xinghan reminded.

"Don't worry, camp. I promise not to embarrass our ** 7th Brigade." Liu Jianguo made a vow of confidence.

"Well, I believe my soldiers will not disappoint me. The Second Japanese Division is called elite, but I am fighting elite. This is also my intention to put your group on the front line. I want the military and civilian compatriots in the city to watch, who are the real elites and the Japanese! When necessary, I will give you artillery fire and air support!" Zhang Xinghan nodded.

"Yes!" Liu Jianguo agreed with enthusiasm and immediately hung up the phone.

At this time, the Japanese artillery fire had begun to extend, and the explosion was gradually disappearing and gone.

Liu Jianguo immediately turned his head and shouted to the outside of the regiment command center: "The commander, the Japanese have finished swinging the three axes. I have passed the order of all the brothers in the regiment to prepare for the battle immediately and let the Japanese taste our power!"

"Yes!" The two commanders who had been waiting outside responded loudly at the same time, then turned around and passed the orders along the traffic trench.

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