So, when Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua appeared on the deck, Rachel Kervis's face was still red.

She didn't even dare to look at the two of them, as if she took one more look, she would be seen through.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't pay much attention at first, but Rachel Kevis always dodged and evaded, so he asked curiously: "Is it because of the strong sea wind that it made me confused?"

Rachel Kervis felt very excited: "No, no, no..."

I have been here before, so I am no stranger to this kind of thing.

But the protagonist is Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, Samuel Goldberg and Benjamin Goldberg, who were unaware of the situation, were having a cane-making conversation.

Samuel Goldberg said: "Benjamin, you should give me the money. You know what dad is capable of. When you make money, if you want a car or a house, I can buy it for you."
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Benjamin Goldberg said: "It's the same with me. I have a stronger ability to make money. When I earn more, Dad, I will buy you a house and a yacht."

The money won’t be given to you anyway.

Jiang Bo grinned when he heard this: These two men are more bragging than the other.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said: "You two are drawing cakes against each other to see who can be beaten to death!"

Ye Liang: "..."

Benjamin Goldberg took out a book and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, look, this character is very rare. What do you mean by it?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it and said: "I am my concubine, read bi."

"What does master mean?"

"Master means master. My father dies as a test, my mother dies as a heir, and it is best for the master to live forever."

"..." Benjamin Goldberg nodded: "Master, if I die, what will I write about? Should I write about my beloved disciple Benjamin?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "If you die, write a letter of great kindness!"

Miao Cuihua couldn't help but laugh: "It's not formal."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Evil disciple, don't read too much, your brain will get knotted if you read too much."

Samuel Goldberg couldn't understand Chinese and was discussing the issue of clothes with Jiang Bo.

"What do you think of my custom-made suit?" Samuel Goldberg asked irritably.

He spent a lot of money to customize this.

Jiang Bo looked up and down: "Not very good."

Samuel Goldberg's expression froze.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that this boy had something in his stomach, so he asked: "What do you think of mine?"

Jiang Bo clicked his tongue and said: "Shockingly ugly, this body will cause your dignity to be lost..."

"Hot!" Zhao Chuanxin slapped him on the head: "You're so stupid, you dare to say such things to your boss, it's really nonsense."

Jiang Bo instinctively scratched his neck: "I'm not wrong, of all the people present, only Sister Hua has the best taste in dressing."

Huh?

Zhao Chuanxin asked, is it true?

He always felt that his clothes were good, but he knew that Miao Cuihua had a unique talent in aesthetics.

Since there is an anchor point, it means that Jiang Bo is not just talking nonsense and deliberately suppressing it.

He said: "Since you don't distinguish between superior and inferior, I will fine you to customize a set of clothes for me, just to test your craftsmanship."

Jiang Bo spread his hands: "I have tools, but no fabric."

"I've prepared it for you, go to the cabin to get it."

Jiang Bo: "..."

There was nothing to do on the boat, so Zhao Chuanxin did what he said.

When Jiang Bo came to the cargo hold, he found that there were various fabrics piled inside, including tweed, fine wool and silk blends, worsted wool, and canvas...

He was shocked and said: "Zhao, are you going to take it back and sell it?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the hatch: "These are all prepared for me and my family and friends. The rest will be used to open a tailor shop."

Jiang Bo picked and selected, rolled up the cloth, took out the tools, and started to measure Zhao Chuanxin on the deck under the bright natural light.

Samuel Goldberg said shyly: "Make me a set by the way."

Jiang Bo rolled his eyes: "Why? He is my boss, and you spend money to do it, including fabric and handwork fees."

Zhao Chuanxin used his body to block his view and secretly gave him a thumbs up.

Look, this is a stable partner.

Jiang Bo felt even more proud when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was so rare that he could praise others.

Samuel Goldberg muttered dissatisfied: "I don't know your craft yet, let's take a look."

What he said is correct.

While measuring Zhao Chuanxin, Jiang Bo said: "Generally speaking, there are only three styles of traditional suits, British, American and Italian. If I go to work in Asia, I will definitely have suits tailor-made for Asians and suitable for Asian figures."

Zhao Chuanxin feels that he has found the right person.

He had seen photos of Sun Gongwu. The starting point for the modification of his Chinese tunic suit was good, but the rotator cuffs were not properly handled, causing the sleeves to turn outwards. Then there was not enough margin, causing the hem to diverge slightly, which was tight.<

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So just copying many things won’t work.

After measuring, Jiang Bo hurried back to his cabin with his tools.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, let's study RPGs."

Zhao Chuanxin had just finished working, and he wanted to take a deck chair, cover himself with a blanket, rest on the deck for a while, and read through his diary.

Because "I" will soon return to the city-state.

So he made an excuse: "Aren't you cold?"

Benjamin Goldberg flexed his biceps: "Ever since I started practicing that magical skill, I have been immune to cold and heat!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that his face was indeed flushed and he looked very healthy.

On the other hand, Samuel Goldberg and Rachel Kravis looked pale.

"Okay..." Zhao Chuanxin reluctantly said.

The rocket launcher itself has a very simple structure, consisting of a smooth-bore steel tube, a few stamped parts, and a wooden shell for heat insulation.

What is more difficult is the human-machine function of rockets and launch tubes.

This kind of weapon must be versatile.

One day in the future, Zhao Chuanxin will use it to deal with the first- and second-generation tanks that invade Maozi.

The master and apprentice quickly drew the design of the launch tube.

"Master, let's build the launcher first?" Benjamin Goldberg asked.

"No." Zhao Chuanxin knew that rockets were the key point after all. "First design rockets that can deal with various armored units and make them together."

Benjamin Goldberg had no idea: "Master, are we going to wear armor?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "It's not armor-piercing, it's armor-breaking. Just imagine, the conical head of a rocket hits the steel. It's not a breakdown, it's just a simple break. It needs to eject the metal bullet stream, accompanied by high temperature. In this way,

The people and equipment inside the armored units suffered."

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a while: "Then after the warhead hits the object, the backward force is very small, but it has to push the gunpowder forward. So we should design a tapered cavity."

Zhao Chuanxin added: "When rockets fly, they also need to remain stable."

Benjamin Goldberg immediately said: "The smooth-bore launch tube needs to fly smoothly, so adding a tail fin to the rocket is the right choice. The rocket will rotate. Finally, a windward impeller with a relatively large pitch deflection is designed for launch.

The tube is very thin, so the tail has to be gradually opened during flight. However, it cannot be launched close to the ground, or it cannot be launched in jungles or places with wires, because the tail will be entangled with wires and branches. It is really distressing, and there is no suitable one.

Solution."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Yes, that's it. You don't have to think about solving all the problems. Even a large-caliber rifle will be affected by wind resistance, not to mention such a large rocket?"

The cross-sectional drawing of the rocket appears vividly on the paper.

The front is a cone-shaped head, with a cone-shaped cavity at the front end and a half-bowl shape in the middle. There is no gunpowder inside and it is completely empty.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and looked at it.

With his limited knowledge and imagination, he cannot understand the principle of this cavity at all.

He still had to have his apprentice explain his doubts: "Master, this rocket should not rely on the power of a large amount of explosives to break armor. We need to give the rocket a space to fully burn. The energy generated will be rapidly supercharged in this small space."

, concentrate the force on one point to break the armor, and the hot metal flow will enter the interior of the vehicle body through the steel plate, thereby damaging the personnel and equipment inside."

Zhao Chuanxin roughly understands.
To be continued...