Volume One, Chapter Three: Li Yunlong Questions: "They Call This Damn Artillery?!"

Li Yunlong was a man of swift and decisive action.

He immediately made the decision to establish the “Independent Regiment Armament Research Institute” on the foundation of that dilapidated armory.

Lin Mo naturally became its first director.

Li Yunlong carefully selected four soldiers for Lin Mo—officially assistants, but they also served as guards.

He chose clever, nimble young fighters, among them Wang Gensheng, who had once apprenticed at a village blacksmith and thus had some practical skills.

The other three were elite marksmen drawn from the reconnaissance company, all skilled and agile.

These new assistants, along with the old repairman surnamed Liu who had been at the armory, eyed Lin Mo—a smooth-skinned, refined “college student” type of director—with doubt.

“This pale-faced scholar can’t even carry a load; what use is he?”

“Yeah, maybe the regiment commander just found him somewhere and keeps him around for show?”

The murmurs were low but clear.

Lin Mo pretended not to hear, expressionless, and began assigning tasks directly.

He ordered them to haul out the mountain of locally made grenades stored in the research institute, preparing for a thorough upgrade.

“Master Liu, you lead the team to inspect the grenade bodies. Any with cracks or deformities, set them aside.”

“Wang Gensheng, come with me. I’ll teach you how to precisely mix the gunpowder and how to wrap the wire to create more and evenly distributed shrapnel.”

Lin Mo’s voice was quiet but carried an undeniable professional authority.

He personally demonstrated how to mix purified potassium nitrate, sulfur powder, and charcoal powder in specific proportions, how to carefully pack the detonator, and how to improve the fuse’s waterproofing and stability.

At first, the assistants were somewhat indifferent, but as they saw Lin Mo’s skilled hands and thorough explanations, his meticulous attention to every step, their casualness faded, replaced by focused attention.

Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.

On the open ground of the research institute lay hundreds of newly refurbished grenades.

These grenades were slightly heavier than before, wrapped in fine wire mesh, with specially treated fuses, exuding an intimidating aura.

Lin Mo casually picked up one and handed it to Wang Gensheng.

“Go test it over there on the empty field.”

Wang Gensheng was nervous but mostly eager. He pulled the pin and threw the grenade with all his might.

“Boom!”

The explosion was thunderous, no weaker than previous tests.

A deep crater scarred the ground; stones and soil were blasted far and wide. Several wire shrapnel pieces were even embedded deeply into the nearby earthen wall.

“Good heavens!”

The assistants gathered around the crater, eyes wide at the dense shrapnel marks, gasping in awe.

The power was worlds apart from the previous locally made grenades.

When they looked at Lin Mo again, their eyes held no doubt—only admiration and respect.

Li Yunlong arrived upon hearing the news, his booming voice filling the institute.

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