Hanoi Tractor Factory, in an atmosphere full of hope and challenges, advanced equipment carefully obtained from distant Germany, and after many twists and turns and complicated debugging processes, it finally slowly started trial production. At first, every key link seemed to be troubled by an invisible hand, and troublesome situations such as unqualified parts frequently occurred. Delving deeply into the root cause, the main reason is that the technical level and operational ability of workers are still insufficient. Compared with the mature worker quality in the German industrial system, the gap is like an insurmountable gap. After arduous exploration and unremitting efforts, a long day passed quietly, and finally a barely qualified part was produced as if it was difficult to give birth. That small part carries everyone's expectations and anxieties. Although it is not perfect, it can be regarded as the first step in a long march of thousands of miles. Time passed slowly, and on the third day, after the workers and masters worked day and night on the production line, a wheel was born in front of everyone's attention. It stands there quietly, as if telling the perseverance and perseverance of the workers. Although the process of its birth is full of hardships, its appearance undoubtedly injects a glimmer of light into the entire production process. When the sunshine on the fifth day shines on every corner of the factory, qualified transmission shafts also come into being amidst the roar of the machines and the sweat of the workers. This transmission shaft is like the backbone of the tractor. Its successful manufacturing means that we are one step closer to a complete tractor. Every worker has a look of relief and exhaustion on his face. The wheel of time rolled forward and came to the eighth day.
According to the originally scheduled production cycle, the six days had already slipped away quietly, and two full days had passed. At this time, the all-important tire was barely produced despite everyone's eager anticipation. Its appearance makes the outline of the entire tractor gradually clear in people's minds, as if a picture is about to be completed, with only the final touch missing. On the tenth day, accompanied by the roar of the machine and the cheers of the workers, the engine, the core component of the tractor, was finally successfully produced. After Cun Yunsheng heard the news, he just stared at the brand-new engine silently, with mixed feelings in his heart, but he did not get angry. He knows that behind the scenes, German engineers are working tirelessly to guide day and night, and local workers are also doing their best to learn and practice. Faced with the current situation of weak foundation, it is an extremely difficult feat to achieve such results in such a short period of time. The fifteenth day is a milestone day. With the concerted efforts of everyone, the first tractor officially began to be assembled. Each part is like a loyal soldier, accurately placed in the hands of the workers, and finally assembled into a complete tractor of its own. It parked there quietly, exuding the unique luster of metal, as if announcing to the world the rise and tenacity of the Hanoi Tractor Factory. Since then, as workers have become increasingly skilled and production processes have been continuously optimized, the speed of manufacturing has soared like a rocket, several times faster than before. Nowadays, it is no longer a problem to build a tractor in five days, and this speed is steadily and continuously improving. According to expert predictions, the theoretical limit of this production line is to be able to produce ten tractors a day. Not only that, there are three production lines in the factory that are being assembled. "We have finally made a tractor. This is the industry with the lowest difficulty. If we produce the most difficult industrial product - tanks, it would be doomed." Meng Fanlao couldn't help but shake his head after receiving the telegram, his face full of worry and doubt. He is well aware of the complexity and difficulty of industrial manufacturing. The production of tractors is already so difficult. The precise and demanding structure of tanks is undoubtedly a difficult peak to climb for the current industrial base. "What are you afraid of? Nothing is difficult in the world. As long as we are willing to learn and do it, we can build even an aircraft carrier!" Cun Yunsheng didn't think so. His eyes were shining with determination and fearlessness. Confidence seems to break through all obstacles. In his view, as long as there is determination and perseverance, any industrial challenge can be overcome, whether it is a tank or an aircraft carrier, it is just a matter of time and effort.
Seeing that Cun Yunsheng was as confident as ever, Meng Fangli curled his lips and said nothing. His heart was still occupied by doubts. After all, the gap in reality was right in front of him and could not be easily bridged by enthusiasm. Anyway, he didn't really believe it. He secretly felt that Cun Yunsheng was a little too optimistic and ignored many actual difficulties and bottlenecks. "Let the tractor factory expand its production scale." Cun Yunsheng ordered again. He knew in his heart that what could be done with just this amount of output? Looking around, in such a vast land, the development of agriculture and the construction of infrastructure require a large number of tractors. Therefore, in the face of such a huge market demand, the meager output is tantamount to a drop in the bucket and cannot meet actual needs at all. Fortunately, as the remaining three production lines begin to be constructed, as the technology gradually matures and the workers gain experience, the output will slowly increase. He seems to have seen the future tractors galloping on this land, driving the entire region. The scene of prosperity and development is just the beginning of the rise of industry. He firmly believes that more miracles will happen in the future. At this moment, Lin Yi, who had been busy with immigration matters and was running around like a tireless migratory bird, came back. His figure looked slightly tired, but he also showed a sense of relief and pride after completing his mission. "Take a seat, this time there are at least four million people." As soon as he came in, Lin Yi couldn't wait to speak, with excitement and excitement in his voice that could not be concealed. "Very good. Now that the weather has cooled down, and the situation in the Central Plains has changed drastically, it's like a storm has swept through and reshaped the pattern of the earth. Many people have chosen to migrate. This is an excellent opportunity for us to grow. Finally, more people will come. Someone." Cun Yunsheng's eyes flashed with blazing light. "Hurry up and send someone to greet them, prepare food and supplies, and be sure to bring them back safely." At this moment, he was silently calculating in his mind that the total number of immigrants in his hands was less than five million. This time, more than four million came in one breath, which was a huge force of tens of millions. This power is like a trickle that converges into a rushing river, which is enough for him to set off a magnificent development wave in this land. At this moment, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, as if the tight bowstring had finally relaxed for a moment. At least we no longer have to worry about those rebels. It was not because he was afraid of these natives, but because his past experiences bothered him like annoying flies. After eliminating these rebels, the land became vacant. When they evacuated, the natives came back again, just like the repeated breeding The weeds were cut again and again, which made him very troubled. Now that these immigrants are coming, it means that the land he got after clearing the rebels can be planted like hard-working farmers sowing hope, and that land will soon be filled with new vitality and vitality. "Yes." Lin Yi responded quickly, his posture still upright, like a pine tree, sticking to his mission no matter how the wind and rain hit him. "Forget it, why don't you take some rest first?" Seeing that Lin Yi had lost a lot of weight, and his thin face was like a statue eroded by wind and rain, Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but ask, with a trace of concern and love in his eyes. "It's okay, I can still persist." Lin Yi shook his head, like a candle swaying in the wind but never extinguished, and said with firm belief. "Go ahead, thank you for your hard work." The weather is getting colder now, and it will soon snow heavily in the north. The heavy snow seems to be a barrier set by nature. It is very difficult to immigrate at this time, but this is the best opportunity. Because the Japanese army was also wrapped in the cold and did not have much desire to fight, this gave them a rare opportunity to breathe and develop. "I'm sorry, order the garrisons in various places to prepare to wipe out the rebels." Cun Yunsheng said, with unquestionable majesty in his tone. "Yes." Meng Fanglia responded quickly. …
"This road is being repaired really fast. It was just a forest some time ago, but I didn't expect it to be repaired so quickly?" Duan Zhenguo couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the connected road in front of him. His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, as if what appeared in front of him was not a road, but a sudden miracle. You must know that some time ago, this place was still a lush and airtight forest, and it was difficult for sunlight to penetrate the layers of branches and leaves and reach the ground. When they attacked the Japanese army, they complained bitterly that the roads here were really bad. At that time, the roads were bumpy, narrow and difficult to navigate, as if they were obstacle courses randomly piled by nature with dirt and stones, which greatly reduced the troops' marching speed and made it extremely difficult to transport supplies. Unexpectedly, in just a short time, a cement road has been built. The brand-new cement road glows with a faint gray luster under the sunlight, extending flat and straight into the distance, like a solid link connecting different areas. This speed is indeed very fast, so fast that Duan Zhenguo can't react. "Now the construction team is very large, so the construction speed is naturally much faster." Duan Liguo naturally felt a little proud at his brother's surprise. He raised his chin slightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes, like an artist who had carefully crafted a masterpiece to show off his work. The huge construction team is like a well-trained army, with a clear division of labor and each performing its duties. Some are carrying construction materials, some are operating various mechanical equipment, and some are carefully laying the road and spreading the cement evenly to create this smooth road. Thanks to the concerted efforts of everyone, the road was built so quickly and became a new landscape on this land. "You see, all the prisoners we captured should be at your place, right?" Duan Zhenguo nodded slightly, with a trace of exploration in his eyes, and then asked again. "Isn't this a question knowingly?" Duan Liguo tilted his head slightly and glanced at Duan Zhenguo. There was a bit of disdain in his eyes, and he said in a calm tone, as if this was an established fact that did not need to be said. "You know what I mean, I want to know how those little devils are doing now?" Duan Zhenguo frowned and asked angrily with some dissatisfaction. His expression was slightly anxious, and his heart was full of curiosity and doubts about the fate of those Japanese prisoners. "What else? How did the United States build railways back then? This is what they are doing now." Duan Liguo crossed his arms and looked careless, but the words he said casually were like a bombshell, exploding in Duan Zhenguo's heart. Hearing this, Duan Zhenguo was stunned for a moment. His body froze instantly as if a restraining spell had been cast on him. The cruel and **** scenes of the construction of railroads in the United States instantly appeared in his mind, and then he came to his senses. I bet it's all buried under the cement floor? He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking to himself that this method was too cruel, right? No! When did his eldest brother become so cruel? This is not like the familiar big brother in his memory. Duan Zhenguo's eyes were full of shock and confusion, as if he was re-examining the familiar yet unfamiliar relative in front of him. "What? Do you think I've changed?" Duan Liguo seemed to see through Duan Zhenguo's thoughts, and said casually with a slight smile on his lips. The tone was as relaxed as if he were talking about a trivial matter, rather than a cruel decision about life and death. "Well, a bit." Duan Zhenguo nodded slightly, with a hint of confusion and complicated emotions in his voice that was difficult to conceal. His eyes were still fixed on Duan Liguo, trying to find the shadow of his former eldest brother on his face. "This is not an order from me." Duan Liguo explained softly, looking at Duan Zhenguo's eyes full of confusion and reproach. His voice was calm and steady, as if he was stating an undoubted fact.
"It's not you? Who else could it be?" Duan Zhenguo blurted out subconsciously, with instinctive questioning in his words. However, before he finished speaking, he seemed to be suddenly covered by an invisible hand, and he immediately became silent. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Among the entire Nanyang Task Force, there was no doubt that he was the only person who could make his always resolute and independent elder brother say these words. The thing that makes me love is not that my elder brother is cruel, but that the other one is too cruel. Duan Zhenguo secretly thought to himself that that man was already well-known for his ruthless tactics and decisive style, and he was always merciless in dealing with his enemies. But he didn't have any objections. There seems to be nothing wrong with taking tough or even extreme measures against those extremely vicious Japanese troops. After all, the numerous crimes committed by the Japanese army on this land are already too numerous to mention. Blood for blood and tooth for tooth may be the only way for them to truly feel the cruelty and cost of war. Duan Zhenguo raised his head slightly, with a bit more relief and determination in his eyes. "Do you think it was me who gave the order? I don't even dare to kill a chicken, how could I give such a cruel order?" Duan Liguo said with a wry smile. (End of chapter)