What Did You Bring in a Cartload?

The truck bounced along, and Dai Xiansheng's face was even more sallow than the dirt road outside. His lips trembled, and he could barely speak coherently.

"Xue Ming... my good nephew... where, where are we going? This direction... it's not the way to run away to Tianjin Wei!"

"Run? Why would we run?"

Zhang Xueming closed his eyes, leaning against the bumpy carriage wall, his consciousness immersed in a blue data screen.

The money earned from sabotaging the railway, after being converted by the system, amounted to a full two million silver dollars.

[M1898 Springfield Rifle production blueprint, with 20 finished sample rifles, priced at 900,000 silver dollars.]

[Boot Country 76/40 anti-aircraft gun production line, with 2 finished sample guns and 200 shells, priced at 800,000 silver dollars.]

Buy!

Must buy!

These Springfield rifles were far superior to the Feng Army's current "Old Barrels" and "Hanyang Made" rifles. Their effective range and accuracy were on a completely different level.

As for the anti-aircraft gun...

Heh, who said anti-aircraft guns could only shoot down planes?

Laid flat, it was an invincible cannon! It was perfect for attacking tanks and bombarding fortifications.

Zhang Xueming didn't hesitate and clicked to purchase.

[Ding! Detected host's first large purchase. To encourage the host to continue their efforts, a special reward of an M1 Steel Helmet production line is granted!]

What the heck!

An unexpected surprise?

Zhang Xueming's eyes snapped open, and he almost burst out laughing.

System, you truly are my thoughtful little angel!

These M1 helmets were rumored to have "saved a million lives." With them, the survival rate of soldiers on the battlefield could be directly increased by a significant margin.

"Nephew? Nephew, what are you smiling about? Don't scare your uncle!" Dai Xiansheng watched him close his eyes and then grin foolishly, his soul nearly scared out of him. "The Japanese have invaded, and you're still smiling?"

"Uncle, don't panic," Zhang Xueming patted the large crates containing the sample rifles and artillery parts beneath him. "I've prepared a great treasure for you that will ensure those shorties never return."

Fengtian, Great Green House.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it could wring water.

Zhang Yuting sat in the main seat, his face ashen. He rolled two walnuts in his hand, the cracking sound revealing his extreme inner turmoil.

"Marshal, we've confirmed it. Over thirty kilometers of the South Manchuria Railway line have been sabotaged..." Zhao Zhong stood below, his voice trembling. "The Japanese are in an uproar. Their vanguard, an entire regiment, is charging furiously towards Anshan. It looks like... they intend to march directly to Fengtian City!"

"Insolent!"

Zhang Yuting slammed the walnuts he was holding onto the ground, shattering them.

Fifth Concubine flinched, and Zhang Xueliang beside her held his breath.

"Where is that rebellious son? Have you found him!" Zhang Yuting roared.

"The... Second Young Master... he... he's taken Platoon Leader Dai and a cartload of something unknown, heading... heading southwest..."

"Southwest?" Zhang Yuting paused. Wasn't that the direction the Japanese were coming from?

What was he trying to do?

Surrender?

No, that couldn't be right! With that brat's fearless nature, would he go and surrender?

Zhang Yuting's mind raced.

Disgrace!

He, Zhang Yuting, had dominated Kanto for half his life. When had he ever been pushed this far by a mere youngster? And it was his own son!

But now, he couldn't afford to worry about family shame. The Japanese bayonets were practically at his doorstep!

"Pass my order!" Zhang Yuting stood up abruptly, a heroic aura erupting from him. "Establish a defensive line twenty-five li southwest of Fengtian! Bring my artillery battalion, my guard regiment, everything that can move, and throw them all onto the front lines!"

"Tell Wu Junsheng to personally take command at the front!"

"The Japanese want to fight? Fine! I'll fight them!"

"Even if my son, Zhang Yuting's son, is a scoundrel, he's not for the little Japanese to discipline!"

Feng Army Frontline Position.

Wu Junsheng had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his brows furrowed into a knot.

The soldiers were nervously digging trenches and moving sandbags, the atmosphere extremely tense.

Just then, a truck rumbled from the rear and screeched to a halt behind the defensive line.

The door opened, and Zhang Xueming jumped out of the driver's seat.

"Uncle Wu!"

Wu Junsheng turned around and was stunned. "Xue Ming? What are you doing here? This is nonsense! This is the front line, get back where you belong!"

Wu Junsheng was Zhang Yuting's sworn brother and had watched Zhang Xueming grow up. He had never had a good word for this nephew who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.

"Second Uncle, saving a life is like putting out a fire. Stop wasting time," Zhang Xueming said, pointing to the carriage. "Hurry up and get people to push the stuff in this carriage to the artillery position!"

"In the carriage? What the hell did you bring, kid?" Wu Junsheng walked over suspiciously and lifted the oilcloth covering the carriage.

The next second, he froze.

Inside the carriage were several strangely shaped cannons with long barrels, gleaming with new metallic luster. Beside them were stacked boxes of brand-new rifles.

He had never seen a rifle shaped like that before, but the smooth lines and excellent craftsmanship of the gun body exuded an aura of lethality.

"This... this is..." Wu Junsheng's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Don't ask. I can't explain it even if you do," Zhang Xueming said. He jumped onto the carriage and directed the dumbfounded Dai Xiansheng and a few soldiers, "Quick, get this cannon set up!"