Feng Baobao was loosened and drank another cup of hot water. Only then did he recover. But his body was still very weak.

He said, "Give me some food. I haven't eaten for two days. It's so cold here. You don't want to freeze me to death, right?"

Jingchun sneered and said, "You didn't say anything I asked, there are quite a lot of requirements."

Feng Baobao quickly smiled and said, "While we eat, we ask, I will say whatever you ask me, isn't that okay?"

Jingchun thought about it and found that the meal was not bad, and then he asked someone to go to the kitchen to bring Feng Baobao two hot steamed buns.

Feng Baobao snatched the steamed bun and ate it. He was too hungry and hadn't eaten anything for two days, which means he was in good health. Otherwise, if someone else would have been unable to bear it at this time.

Jingchun asked at this time: "You should have read the design drawings of the submachine gun?"

"Yeah!"

Feng Baobao nodded repeatedly, and at this time Jingchun continued to ask, "So what do you think of this drawing? You are the director of the arsenal, you should have this little vision, right?"

Feng Baobao nodded again, and then said: "I have never seen such a submachine gun. This was not very successful in imitating the mp18 submachine gun that was enough for the Germans. Because the process is complicated. What about the submachine gun given to me by the director? Although I only took a look, I think its craftsmanship is very simple."

Jingchun thought about it after hearing this, and then said, "Then what level do you think this submachine gun can reach if it is mass-produced?"

But at this time, Feng Baobao did not say anything, but reached out and said, "I haven't eaten enough, give me two more buns? If I had a sip of wine, it would be even better."

"Tsk, your requirements are quite high."

Jingchun cut it off with disdain, then waved her hand and picked up another plate of buns, a plate of peanuts and edamames, a jar of small roast and two bowls.

Jingchun also placed one in front of Feng Baobao, and then poured wine for Feng Baobao and said, "I think you are also a smart person, and you may also know what I want, so you just need to say more, at least in the next period of time, you will live a comfortable life."

After taking a sip of wine, Feng Baobao felt a lot more relieved, and then took another bun and ate it and said, "You said that smart, am I a smart person? I am just a fool. I also met a fellow villager in the mountain city and drank with others."

Jingchun smiled and said, "That man is dead, he died when he left the city."

Feng Baobao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Haha, it's okay if you die, but if you die, you'll be completely destroyed."

Jingchun retorted: "No, it's better for people to live, and there will always be hope for people to live. Come on, drink the wine in the bowl, let's continue talking."

Jingchun urged him to drink, but at this moment Feng Baobao looked at the wine in the bowl and scolded: "Wine, wine, you really hurt me. I have ruined this wine for the rest of my life!"

Speaking of this, Feng Baobao became angry and threw the remaining half bowl of wine directly to the ground.

The sound of the wine bowl shattering came, and the three Japanese spies on both sides were shocked. They drew their guns and pointed them at Feng Baobao.

Jingchun immediately raised his hand to stop his subordinates, and comforted him: "Haha, I know the pain in Mr. Feng's heart, but this drinking will make trouble, but you can make friends? Tell you the truth, our great Japanese empire is also short of talents like you."

Feng Baobao waved his hand and said, "What kind of talent am I? I am just a mediocre person, and I will do nothing for the rest of my life."

Jingchun sneered, and then said, "Mr. Feng is too arrogant, because with your eyesight, you can make a difference in my Great Japanese Imperial Army. For example, what do you think of that submachine gun?"

Feng Baobao thought for a while and felt that many things might not be hidden from the Japanese in front of him. So since that's the case, he might as well bury a thunder for the Japanese. Even if he is really dead, he can still cheat the other party hard.

Thinking of this, Feng Baobao said: "This submachine gun is very perfect. It can be said that if I take it to the factory for processing, it will be mass-produced soon and will be equipped with a large number of troops. The Dragon Boat Festival Director of the General Office of Economic Development also said that. He asked me to go back and start production immediately, so that we don't have to buy German weapons and equipment at a high price.

And I think you have guessed the next thing. The loss of this drawing is more important than the city defense map, so the whole city was searched. Are you saying I was right?"

Jingchun nodded frequently when he heard this, but if Feng Baobao said this, he might not believe it. After all, he has been in the industry for many years. If he can't even tell the truth or the fake, then the leader of the special high school course action group has been in vain for so many years.

First of all, Kitashirakawa Shirakawa was fearless and constantly used this to threaten the military headquarters, and Kitashirakawa Shirakawa's attention to submachine gun design drawings.

If this submachine gun design drawing is worthless, no matter how threatened Kitanikawa Shirou, I am afraid that the headquarters will not miss him. After all, this time the city defense map stealing plan has failed.

The second is that Kitashirakawa Shirakawa doesn't show anyone this drawing, and they carry it with you.

And if this drawing is worthless, then why Prince Beibai did this will not make sense.

Coupled with the massive searches in the city, Feng Baobao's words were confirmed.

So Jingchun at this time believed Feng Baobao's words.

Thinking of this, Jingchun asked again: "Then where is your 51 Arsenal?"

This is also a very important information.

Do you remember that the west of the mountain city was bombed by Japanese aircraft? It was because there was an arsenal there before.

So the purpose of Jingchun at this time can be imagined.

But at this moment, Feng Baobao shook his head and said, "I know this, but I can't say it. Because there are my relatives and friends wherever there are. I can't watch my relatives and friends die."

Jingchun said disdainfully: "Family and friends? Where is your own life important?"

Feng Baobao stood up at this time and stood proudly: "I am a soldier, and I only have this last bit of backbone left. If you are not satisfied, just shoot me in the back. I have lived enough and don't want to drag others down any more."

Jingchun smiled, then stood up and patted Feng Baobao on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Feng is thinking too much, how could I kill Mr. Feng? I respect Mr. Feng very much. Of course, if Mr. Feng can draw that drawing based on memory, it would be even more friends!"

Feng Baobao laughed in his heart, because indeed, this Jingchun seemed to be not the same as that Prince Beibai.
Chapter completed!