Three signal flares suddenly rose, and tens of thousands of people on the city wall immediately widened their eyes, staring at the demonstration site not far away as the target. The dull thunder sounded in the distance, followed by a harsh whistling sound pierced the sky. In an instant, the entire demonstration site was submerged in a fire. The tsunami-like explosion made the ancient city wall tremble. The huge power of the 152mm heavy artillery almost flattened all the arrangements on the demonstration site at one time.

"This is our 152mm self-propelled artillery, with a maximum range of more than twenty kilometers. Of course, due to the limitations of the venue, we cannot shoot here twenty kilometers away. In fact, they are now five kilometers away." Yang Feng's smug voice came from the tweeter on the roof of the city tower.

The shelling lasted for a few minutes, and sixteen 2c3s fired hundreds of cannons at the fastest speed. After the smoke dissipated, the soil slope had basically been smoothed out. The terrifying power made the city wall amazed. Especially for the first time who witnessed such a scene, a fat man beside Jiang Xiaoxian said in a low voice with a pale face: "This thing is so powerful?"

Jiang Xiaoxian said lightly: "Teacher, the ordinary shells are more expensive than the original Mauser. The ones that hit 20 kilometers are specially made extended-range shells. The price Yang Feng sold to the British was to exchange for a shell with a weight of gold of warheads."

The fat man choked into his nose with a mouthful of water, and his face was red and coughing violently.

Yang Feng's voice sounded again in the tweeter: "What will be shown below is light artillery shooting, including US-made 75mm howitzers and domestically produced 150mm mortars."

The shocking power of these two types of artillery is much smaller, but it still gives the audience a strong feeling because they are displayed in sight. The two artillery is directly pulled to the base of the city wall, and the mortar is even inside the city wall. Listening to the dense sound of cannons popping out of the hulls in front and back, many timids have already started to tremble.

Yang Feng was even more prodigal in this regard. Anyway, such shells were not worth much. This guy let the artillery fight for nearly ten minutes in one go, and he ravaged all the audience's ears before stopping.

The artillery fire was about to end, and the infantry charge was supposed to be below. However, the audience did not wait for the soldiers carrying the bayonet rifles. Instead, hundreds of Wranglers with large caliber machine guns came, and there were ten strange chariots among these Wranglers, and there were actually four small caliber artillery on them.

This fully mechanized infantry team whistled at a speed of more than 50 kilometers per hour. Instead of rushing towards the preset target, they changed their formation five hundred meters away from the target. The ten chariots lined up in a row. Then the audience could hear a short beep in their ears, and the target ahead was instantly covered by an explosion of flames.

"Why is there no sound of fire?" The fat man asked Jiang Xiaoxian in surprise.

"The buzzer just now was that the firing rate was too fast, and all the cannons were connected into a circle, and our ears could no longer tell the difference. At that moment, these ten 23mm self-propelled anti-aircraft guns fired at least more than a thousand shells. This was a kind of artillery that was faster than machine guns' rate of fire." Jiang Xiaoxian said expressionlessly. He had visited Yang Feng's Shileka River when he got it back. He even reported to the bald man, but when he heard the terrifying rate of fire, the bald man directly gave up the idea of ​​buying.

"This is a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun. Of course, it is also very good to attack ground targets without an aircraft. The fastest firing rate of a single tube can reach 1,000 rounds per minute. You can choose a single tube or a double tube, and four tubes, with a theoretical firing rate of 3,400 rounds per minute." Yang Fengzhen explained to the audience with a smile.

This number shocked the chin all over the floor. The cannon with a faster firing rate than a machine gun, and this guy won't let people live. Many envoys from various countries sitting on the visiting table began to think about it. The more Mijiro Umezu looked, the paler his face became. He knew very well that if he really fought, Yang Feng would not need to destroy the few people in Haikong Temple alone.

Just as the Shileka River was shooting, hundreds of Wranglers lined up in a sparse arc. Under the cover of bulletproof shields, the vehicle-mounted machine gunners began to use the m2 machine gun to scatter the target. The entire convoy adopted a short stop and point shooting method, moving forward while firing. They immediately turned around and walked again to the range. The self-propelled anti-aircraft guns and howitzers on the rear positions and mortars provide uninterrupted fire strikes.

"Ma, who can withstand this? They don't need to charge for the firepower. If I have a brigade on the opposite side to defend, there are few people now. These cars will turn around and drive up after another round. "The fat man murmured to himself with a pale face.

"Teacher, how many people do you say can eat such a teacher?" Jiang Xiaoxian asked quietly.

"If they have a safe rear and then fight with such a force in a short assault, then no one can eat them. If they simply use siege without the supply from the rear, then prepare for a hundred thousand lives to exchange!" The fat man said with emotion.

His words were a bit exaggerated. In fact, he had not added any words. He had to use up all the fuel. If they had enough fuel, no one could stop them. Since they could not stop them, then don't mention any siege.

Yang Feng's firepower demonstration has not yet ended. Next is an air defense demonstration. Now he has hundreds of double 37mm anti-aircraft guns in his hand. These anti-aircraft guns are not only in the name of the security division, but only forty under the name of the security division, and the remaining sixty are in the hands of the two civil defense teams, Tianjin and Peking. These civil defense teams do not belong to Yang Feng, but are formed in the name of the governments of the two places and are supported by merchants from both places.

Of course, given Yang Feng's identity as a business leader and the fact that ammunition is supplied by his arsenal, these two civil defense teams are no different from his own.

This time should not be considered a firepower demonstration. It should be said to be an air defense exercise across the city. Forty double 37mm anti-aircraft guns are arranged on all sides outside the city city of Peiping. The thirty anti-aircraft guns of the Civil Defense Team are divided into three groups and arranged at three points on the city wall to form a firepower network that can be supplemented by each other. At the same time, ten self-propelled artillery and the vast majority of Wranglers drive into the city, ready to attack the fish that escapes the net at any time, while the remaining jeep drives directly onto the wall of the outer city.

Soon, more than a dozen Hawke fighters dragging the target like flying kites appeared in the sky in the north. They quickly dispersed when flying near Beiping City and attacked from all sides at the same time. Then the sound of anti-aircraft guns in various places sounded, and not long after, they were burst into pieces of explosive smoke. The targets were torn apart by shells, but a fighter plane that was deliberately let go still flew over Beiping, but then the maneuvered self-propelled anti-aircraft guns opened fire, and the target behind the plane was torn to pieces in an instant.

At this point, Yang Feng's firepower demonstration was over, and all the audiences on the city wall received a profound education. This can be seen from Commander Meijin's ugly face. Not only did his face look ugly, but many people in the Zhongyang Army system looked ugly. As for the ordinary citizens of Peking, they were all proud. After all, this is the first armed force of their own in Peking. Of course, they are very proud of their ability to have such strong combat power.

"Brother Xiaojian, who is this?" Yang Feng looked at the fat man beside Jiang Xiaoxian with a little confusion and asked.

"This is also my teacher. Chairman Liu of Henan Province." Jiang Xiaoxian said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm glad to be happy. I've heard of Chairman Liu's name for a long time. From Guangdong, I can be said to be invincible and defeated. I really admire you very much." Yang Feng hurriedly held Liu Zhi's hand with a passionate look on his face, complimenting this guy while sighing that people will change, from the fierce general of the Northern Expedition to the lucky general of the Central Plains. Then to the long-legged general of the War of Resistance Against Japan, and later the defeated general. This guy can also be regarded as a legend.

Liu Zhi just gave him a little greeting. He didn't have any good intentions. The bald man asked him to come to Peking, actually just to see if the Chinese Yang army raided Peiping and forced the security division to disarm, then it would be possible. However, Liu Zhi understood this time that as long as Yang Feng dared to resist, he would put the entire Central Army in North China together. There was probably no chance. To be honest, he felt that Yang Feng would give face if he didn't disarm Guan Linzheng and Zheng Dongguo.

However, from this firepower demonstration, we can see that Yang Feng did not have any complicated thoughts, because as long as his troops’ money-burning method is too much, it is unlikely that he can afford it. In other words, he just wants to protect himself. This is a completely understandable approach. Whoever has such a big business will not be able to do anything to arm himself.

Of course, Yang Feng didn't know what Liu Zhi was thinking. After the firepower demonstration, he immediately gathered quietly with the princes who came to visit. This time, the commanders of Pingjin arrived.

"Brother Wei Jiu must have told everyone about his brother's ideas. To be honest, Wu Tiecheng has come to me specifically and asked me to sell all the planes to Nanjing, but I have not agreed.

We brothers are not outsiders, so I will just say it! I, Yang Feng, have only one goal, which is to block the Japanese on the Great Wall line. Whether I build a security guard or an airline, I will prepare for this purpose. However, after Nanjing gets these aircraft, they will never leave them in Peking, so I cannot hand over these aircraft anyway.

What I mean is that you will set up a separate air force in your own army and then rent these aircraft, so that you can legitimately leave the aircraft in Peking. As for your needs in the future, I will naturally not stand by. And I must explain that what I really care about is not these aircraft, but I will continue to add new aircraft in the future. I must prepare at least 200 combat aircraft, including fighters, bombers, and even torpedo attack aircraft to defend Pingjin. When you fight again in the future, I can guarantee that there will be no more Japanese aircraft that can harass you." Yang Feng said.

This passage made several warlords take a breath of air at the same time. Since their joint statement, the bald man has indeed sent someone to comfort them, promising that the Air Force will continue to stay in Peking to provide protection for them after buying the fighter jets in Yang Feng's hand. Although they are not convinced of this, they have also been shaken a little, but now when they hear Yang Feng's words, they cannot be shaken no matter what.

In fact, they all knew very well that the current situation in Pingjin was gradually moving towards semi-development, but this was what they were looking forward to. Song Zheyuan and Sun Dianying have set a good example. They lived a prosperous life in the barren Chahar with Yang Feng's help.

They can launch it, why can't we?

This problem has always been that Xuezhong, He Zhuguo, Shang Zhen, and Pang Bingxun were in pain. It can be said that he was worried about his heart. The great territory was in his hands. Pingjin is rich now. Not to mention supporting their four armies, it is more than enough to support four armies. But why do they have to wait for the bald man to send the military pay that was left with a few deductions?

Yu Xuezhong is better. No matter what, he is the chairman of Hebei Province. Although he is not a prince like Han Fuju, he still has a way to make money. Not only can he support himself, but he can also help He Zhuguo. But Shang Zhen and Pang Bingxun are not good.

Although Shang Zhen left the Jin army and turned to the bald man's disciple, he was a miscellaneous brand after all. He used to treat him well in order to win him over, but in the past two years, he has been getting worse and worse, and he has basically returned to the treatment he deserves. Fortunately, Fu Zuoyi can still help him with his old love. But Pang Bingxun was completely finished.

Although he is a military army now, he actually only has one dissatisfied division. It would be nice to get half of the military salary given by the bald man. In addition, he offended all the old subordinates of the Northwest Army and no one helped him. The fact that he can support his current troops depends entirely on his deep feelings with his subordinates. The brothers couldn't bear to leave him, otherwise they would eat and drink so much better when they went to Song Zheyuan or Han Fuju.

So he can't wait to hug Yang Feng's thighs now.

"Brother Yang, this is a trivial matter. We will do whatever you say!" He immediately patted his chest and said.

"Brother Chen. I thanked me first. Looking back, I asked someone to prepare 200,000 yuan, which I bought wine for the brothers of the 40th Army. If you have any difficulties in the future, just talk. There are also a new batch of Mauser rifles here. When you leave, you will not just give me the old guns you replaced. In addition, you will also give you 500,000 bullets. You will also give you twenty mortars, and bring you two thousand shells back first." Yang Feng said generously immediately.

Pang Bingxun was so happy that he almost fainted. This head was so worth it, and he had all the money, guns, bullets and cannons.

The other three couldn't sit still at once.

"Brother Yang, your business is mine. Everything is as you say. If anyone wants to get your planes again, please let him ask us 20,000 brothers from the 32nd Army." Shang Zhen followed.

Next, He Zhuguo and Yu Xuezhong made statements one after another.

"Everything is there, and you can only follow the standards of the Forty Army, one by one." Yang Fengzhen said with a smile.

The sensational effect of the firepower demonstration in Peking has not yet ended, and this guy threw another bombshell. In response to the Chinese Yang government's call for nationalization of aviation, Jinyuan Airlines decided to close its business. If you want to fly again, you can go to AVIC instead! Although their planes are directly behind Jinyuan, and they have to fly to Shanghai for several airports.

This news caused a stir in Ping and Tianjin, especially those wealthy businessmen who need frequent exchanges between the north and the south due to business. This means that they can only take the train when they go to Shanghai in the future. Anyway, Xiao Luoning, who is both amphibious and land, dare not take the seat. Didn’t Poet Xu just sit there and fall to death?

"This brother really has no choice. The Chinese yang government does not allow private airlines to be run, so what else can I do?" Yang Feng said to the wealthy businessmen who came to consult with helpless expressions.

"Why don't they care about the one run by the Japanese in Tianjin?" These wealthy businessmen said angrily that North China Airlines, jointly organized by the Japanese in Tianjin and the traitors, should also be considered a private company, but the Japanese will not pay attention to the bald man.

"Oh, this is what our country is like!" Yang Feng said with a sigh.

Yang Feng sent the person who came to consult, and then logged out another advertisement and held a public auction at Jinyuan Company to auction the cross Junker ju52 under Jinyuan Airlines. Interested buyers are welcome to come and participate.

Nanjing made him a little confused. If he didn't allow private airlines, who else would buy it except AVIC and Eurasia? Does this guy want to sell it to guys like Chen Jitang or Li Zongren?

On the day of the auction, Minister of Transport Zhu Jiahua personally arrived in Peking. He was stunned when he arrived at the auction venue. He had expected that the auction, which had not been crowded, was sitting there waiting to buy, but none of them had an aviation business. When he saw Yang Feng's father-in-law sitting there with a smile, he immediately realized that he had been cheated by Yang Feng.

"Mr. Liu, why are you buying a plane?" He asked Liu Haining carefully.

"You can use it yourself! If you go out for a long distance, it's convenient! The National Government didn't seem to say that private individuals are not allowed to buy planes, right?" Liu Haining said with a smile.

"You are all here to buy planes and use them yourself!" Zhu Jiahua asked the old guys around him in disbelief.

"Yes, look at the amount of one million French dollars that can be used by a plane. How convenient is it for us to buy it for ourselves!" A group of old guys answered him with a smile.

Zhu Jiahua's eyes turned dark, and he was just a fool. They were all from Yang Feng and his group. He said that he would definitely not ask for a penny of Yang Feng. No matter how much he paid, they would be taller than him. Now he finally understood why Yang Feng was so easy to talk to. After a while, he just changed his skin and still flew the plane!

Zhu Jiahua was too lazy to watch these guys perform, so he left directly. Also leaving was Zhou Zhirou, a member of the Aviation Committee, who came to Yang Feng to negotiate to buy those fighter jets.

However, Yang Feng told him with a pure face that his fighter jets already had a master.

"Who bought it?" Zhou Zhirou suddenly became nervous. Don't buy it by Chen Jitang.

"No, I didn't sell it to anyone, I rented it out!" Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Rent?!" Zhou Zhirou was stunned.

"Yes, for rent!" Yang Feng repeated.

"Who to rent to?" Zhou Zhirou asked in confusion.

"Many people, General Yu Xuezhong rented four, General He Zhuguo rented four, General Shang Zhen and General Pang Bingxun rented four, General Fu Zuoyi rented six, leaving eleven General Song Zheyuan and General Sun Dianying five.

You also know that they are all on the front line and have to face direct pressure from the Japanese. The Air Force does not have planes in North China, so they have to rent them from me. It is convenient to detect the enemy situation in the future. If necessary, they will expel Japanese planes or something." Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Where did they get the pilots, where did they park the plane, and who will maintain it for them?" Zhou Zhirou asked gritted her teeth.

"Just stop at Nanyuan Airport! Anyway, it's useless for me to stay such a big place, so I just rented the pilots at the airport and rented them all the ground staff." Yang Feng said with a pure face. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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