Yang Feng's mortars are now very popular, but in fact they are in short supply and there is no inventory. The 29th Army can even shoot 4,000 meters by filling medicine on the front line. This is an astonishing data, but it is real.

Xiao Zhenying's propaganda and the confirmation that he ran to the 29th Army's position made the front-line army red. Who has ever seen a mortar that is almost up to the range of mountain cannons? They even increased the price by themselves to 2,000, and bought out all the more than 200 mortars saved by Wang Chuanming. Several generals of the Jin army, the Zhongyang army, and the Northeast Army almost fought for the number of issues.

Shushen Zhen bought a lot. Although Taiyuan Arsenal also built mortars, he still bought forty pieces. He was not short of artillery shells. Yan Xishan was also holding back his energy to gain a good reputation for himself in this war. The shells were continuously delivered to Shang Zhen. The Shanxi old jealous people who were thinking about the plate had an instinctive advantage in playing cannons, and there would be no shortage of artillery soldiers. On the front line of Lengkou, Huang Guanghua's division almost encircled and annihilated a large group of Japanese troops with the advantage of artillery fire.

"Don't take out for a meal first. Save fifty doors and then deliver them to Sun Dianying together." Yang Feng said.

"The Northeast Army may not be happy in this way. Wan Fulin is still waiting now!" Wang Chuanming said hesitantly.

"Let him wait, run away when he sees the Japanese. Should I sell him to beat the Japanese, or should I ask him to give it to the Japanese?" Yang Feng said with a sneer.

"Well, since Zhang Xueliang has stepped down anyway, he just wants to cause trouble for us, and I'm afraid he is not so bold. Not to mention anything else, Shang Zhen, Song Zheyuan and others will not agree.

Also, people came to ask about Taiyuan Arsenal, Xiaoyi Arsenal, and Jinling Arsenal. They wanted to buy steel pipes from us. What do you think?" Wang Chuanming asked.

"Sell them, you can pay for gold by 10,000 yuan a ton of gold, just don't have money, you can calculate the knives separately." Yang Feng said.

These people don’t make money in vain. If you make less money in state-owned enterprises, you won’t really save the country. If you make less money, you will be sorry for those borers.

"Look for twenty smart young people. I will bring twenty small tractors this time and let them learn how to drive them from me." Yang Feng continued.

"Tractor?" Wang Chuanming was stunned.

"Yes, small hand-held tractor, this is the good thing I told you last time. Use a diesel engine and wait for you to take apart. If we can build it, we can make it ourselves. Although this thing runs slower, we don't have to care about the road. We can run without roads. It's much better than a carriage. I think the rich people in the countryside will definitely like it."

The diesel engine used by hand-held tractors is very simple and should be able to be made in this era. In 1915, the Chinese built their own diesel engines, and there is no reason why they can't even make such a simple one.

He quickly picked people, and Liu Haining, who received the news, also stuffed five of them. Now, as long as Yang Feng does, he is extremely enthusiastic about participating.

Xin'er and Yang Jing also came after hearing this. The two little girls holding hands made Yang Feng feel that their future is bright.

"Why is this thing so ugly?" Xin'er looked at the grasshopper's head curiously.

"Come on, come on, Brother Yang will take you around." Yang Feng stretched out his hand with a smile, and Xin'er held his hand with a smile. Yang Jing hesitated for a moment, and blushed and handed his little hand to Yang Feng.

The driver's seat of the hand-held tractor was very small, and it was already close to two people sitting, not to mention three people. Although they were all wearing down jackets, their youthful body, their delicate face that could be breathed and the unique fragrance of their virginity made Yang Feng feel relaxed and happy. The little grasshopper head ran fast on the stone streets of Peking, and it bumped from time to time, causing the two women to scream and hug him tightly.

This car that had never been seen quickly attracted a large number of onlookers. Now both women began to feel shy, but Yang Feng became more energetic. The little grasshopper's head was smoking and stormed in the crowd's stairs and watched, and ran like a happy little foal, so he didn't look forward to the front, and ended up crashing into a moving convoy.

Amid the screams of the two women, Yang Feng braked the car in cold sweat. The other driver responded equally quickly, and the black Buick sedan stopped with a harsh brake sound.

"Who!" With an angry shout, countless long and short guns were aimed at Yang Feng at the same time.

"Accident, unexpected!" he said with a embarrassed look on his face.

This is a convoy of six cars. Two convertible Fords in front are filled with soldiers of the Central Yang Army holding submachine guns. The officer who scolded Yang Feng was in the second car.

There were two better Buicks in the middle, and at the end were two trucks filled with soldiers. While stopping, they had already jumped down and quickly raised their guns to surround the tractor.

"Don't scare girls!" At this time, the Buick car door that Yang Feng was facing opened. A general in his forties who was wearing glasses and looked quite elegant walked out and shouted at the soldiers who were waiting for the battle on both sides. Then, a slightly younger and chubby lieutenant general walked out of the car behind.

"Is this thing called a tractor? I just heard of it, and I didn't expect to see it in Peking." The general turned his hands behind his back and looked at the little grasshopper's head with interest.

"Try it?" Yang Feng said with a shy face. Seeing that there was no danger, he pulled the two women down.

"Is it easy to study?" the general was a little surprised and then said with a smile on his face.

"It's much simpler than a car, and even a child can learn it."

"That's a try. Is Brother Ji Kuan interested?" The general turned around and asked Lieutenant General.

"Brother Jingzhi comes first!" said the fat lieutenant general with a smile.

The little grasshopper head is very simple, and Yang Feng did not turn off the engine. This thing is impossible to be in danger on the flat road. He stood aside and directed. The general learned it in a few minutes. After driving for a while, he stopped under his guidance.

"Ji Kuan, try it, this thing is too messy." The general said with a smile.

The fat lieutenant general smiled and went up to try it.

"How is it? Have you noticed anything?" asked the general, with a deep meaning in his eyes.

"How much can this thing be pulled?" Lieutenant General asked Yang Feng.

"One ton, of course this is just an engine power problem. You can just pull dozens of tons if you change to a large engine."

"What are the requirements for roads?" The General has become more serious.

"It doesn't matter, run like no road. Just be careful not to turn over when driving. You can climb mountains when you are mature. In addition, this thing can also cultivate land. Farming is more cost-effective than raising cattle." Yang Feng said.

"Brother, did you buy it from abroad?" asked Lieutenant General.

"It's done by myself, but after large-scale production, it has to be built, and now it can only be done in small batches."

"Little brother?"

Yang Feng smiled and pointed to the down vest worn by the general.

"Jinyuan Trading?" The general was stunned and then understood.

"Yang Feng!" Yang Feng pointed to his nose and said.

"I, He Yingqin!"
Chapter completed!