There was a buzz in the venue.

Since the establishment of Damuan Telecommunications Company, leaders have maintained the operation of the entire time-traveling force through forums, voice software, and small-scale meetings. This large conference room, which was converted from a Dutch restaurant, has not been there for a long time.

Already enabled.

Today's "firearms finalization meeting" is really because there have been too many noisy products in the past two days. No one who knows the gun masters is convinced by the others, and the various opinions are sharply opposed. It can no longer be explained clearly on the forum, so the newly released CEO of the weapons company

Manager Ma Zekai convened such a meeting, preparing to settle the matter and quickly decide on the main gun type of the time-traveling army in the future.

In the hastily cleaned old restaurant, fine dust was flying in the air. Travelers were scattered in small groups, sitting on worn-out wooden stools, gathering in small groups in a messy manner, with their heads together, whispering to each other.

Whisper.

Ma Zekai, who was sitting behind a broken table on the rostrum with his legs crossed and smoking, looked at his watch from time to time, preparing to announce the meeting as soon as the hour came.

"I really don't understand. Shouldn't it be the people in the military who have the final say on what weapons to use?" Mu Longcheng, the naval admiral who was wearing an O7-style blue naval officer's uniform, his leather shoes were polished and he was meticulous, said,

At this time, he was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, whispering to the people next to him with an angry look on his face.

"Theoretically, that's the case." Next to Mu Longcheng, Han Xiaobo, commander of the 6th Army in camouflage training uniforms, laughed: "But in reality, weapons are decided by arms dealers and congressmen at the wine table.

Yes, military personnel can only receive prescribed allocations and purchase prescribed varieties. This is called Shuanggui."

"It's just an arms dealer. That's putting the cart before the horse!"

When Han Xiaobo heard Mu Longcheng's complaints, he smiled and pursed his lips: "Well, there are no arms dealers in this room, but the congressman is sitting there."

It's a bit pitiful to say that except for these two Navy representatives who were wearing military uniforms and sitting at the wall, there was no other soldier in this room.

Even Qian, the commander of Team 6 who was supposed to show his face, found an excuse to leave after seeing this funny scene of the gathering of gun emperors. Team 6 has no scale now and is used as a special force. All

The weapons are all "imported" high-end goods. Commander Qian is confident, so he doesn't want to wade into troubled waters.

Dozens of gun masters from all walks of life sat down in the restaurant like the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period.

Comrade Mu Longcheng in the corner was finally bored enough to start investigating the enemy: "Are Tao Zheng and his group members of the 56th Party?"

"No, it's from the help." Han Xiaobo was familiar with this group of people.

"Huh? Isn't it true that most people support 56 and a half? Why are they all joining the gang?"

"Those are all just fooling around. Who doesn't know how to use your energy?"

"Tsk, can it be made?" Mu Longcheng looked contemptuous.

"The party has already demonstrated it on the forum." Han Xiaobo looked playful at this time: "If the old men in Afghanistan can make it in the workshop, we can also make it!"

"I'll go, there are some assembly workshops, and the gun barrels are all imported." Mu Longcheng rolled his eyes.

"We can also import gun barrels."

"The barrel can be imported, then"

At this moment, the conversation between the two was interrupted by Ma Zekai who knocked on the broken table: "Everyone, be quiet. It's time for the meeting. Let's start now."

Ma Zekai's age is relatively high among those who are generally under 30 years old: 36 years old. Ma Zekai worked as a firearms repairman in a private weapons company before and is the only person in the time travel group who has practical experience in making guns.

"We are still using the old method today: each group takes turns sending people to the stage, each person has 10 minutes to speak, and then there is a vote, with elimination at the end."

Ma Zekai knew very well that he was just a worker in this newly-launched weapons company and had no right to speak at all, so Lao Ma now had a calm expression as if it had nothing to do with him: Just make a fuss, it doesn’t matter if you make a fuss about the six-barreled Thor, you dare to give me

I dare to make the materials.

However, the gun masters in the audience did not think so, especially the largest group of fans, the 56 and a half fans of the two major gun systems. The faces of the comrades were filled with confident smiles, and they seemed to have enough confidence to defeat their opponents.

, thus allowing thousands of brave warriors who will cross the country in the future to go into battle to kill the enemy with their own firearms.

Just when Ma Zekai was about to draw lots and arrange the order of contestants to take the stage, three people walked in from outside the restaurant.

The first one is the current member of the Time Travel Group, Xia Xianze Xia Zhongtang.

Behind Mr. Xia was Mr. Zou Guoqing and Zou Ge, one of the officials in the big office who was in charge of the industry.

The last time traveler, who is about 35 years old, is wearing a suit and is a bit prematurely gray-headed. His name is Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng is the former captain of the armed police fire detachment. He has recently started to work in the big office, in charge of military logistics, recruit training, and military material procurement.

Seeing these three people entering the door, the originally lively atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly came to a standstill. The comrades were quickly assessing the impact of the appearance of these items on their team, so the scene was a little deserted.

However, Han Xiaobo, who was sitting in the corner, grinned slightly and laughed silently. His rich life experience told him that he should be able to watch a good show today!

When he saw Mr. Xia entering the central hall, Ma Zekai hurried out to greet him. He took Mr. Xia's hand, who was dressed in casual clothes, and shook it non-stop. His flattery was beyond words.

The three of them, Xia Xianze, walked up to the rostrum while smiling and greeting the gun masters whose expressions changed.

After coughing twice, Xia Xianze, who was standing on the stage, first tapped the broken table in front of him with his middle finger, and then said with a smile: "I won't waste everyone's time. I'll say a few words and leave."

No one doubts Lao Xia's words. There are currently less than 200 people in the Yuan Dynasty, and bureaucratic habits are far from being developed. People in Xia Xianze's position are busy with affairs all day long, and they can just say a few words and then leave.

It will definitely not take more than 3 minutes, and it will never be like the boss of the work unit in later generations, who can say "Let me add a few words" before getting off work.

"I'm here today. First, I want to tell you some good news!"

At the same time, we will import 200 of the highest quality prototype guns to equip our earliest cadet company!"

A few sparse applause and scattered cheers came from the audience. Xia Xianze, who had long been accustomed to this situation, was about to say the next thing, when his sleeve was suddenly pulled by Lu Sheng, and then

This middle-aged and white former armed policeman whispered a word into Lao Xia's ear.

"The gun stock, oh yes, I forgot the gun stock." Xia Xianze patted his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know much about guns. Well, we have to produce the gun stock ourselves."

No one in the audience spoke at this time, and there was silence.

Even the person with a less sensitive sense of smell felt that something was wrong at this time, and everyone was now waiting for Mr. Nakatao to say "but".

"But, well, everyone knows that our power is currently extremely short of various industrial raw materials, so"

When Xia Xianze said this, he turned around and nodded to Zou Guoqing who was standing next to him: "So, after our research, we have decided that for a period of time in the future, all self-produced guns are not allowed to use metal bullet cases, especially copper bullet cases.

This restriction will remain in effect until we have a sufficient amount of copper ore! I'm done."

You must practice what you preach, and you must trust others.

The trio of Xia Xianze didn't even take 3 minutes from the time they walked in to the time they walked out.

The confused gun-savvy emperors were left sitting there staring with big eyes.

After 5 suffocating minutes passed, a man slowly stood up from his seat. Tao Zheng, the vice president of Da Yuan Telecommunications, a lover of the series of rifles.

I saw him take two long puffs of the long-mouthed Liqun that was about to burn out between his fingers, then throw the cigarette butt at his feet, and crush it again. The next moment, Tao Zheng turned around and walked out of the restaurant door in front of everyone.

, like a dignified dog.

"Hahaha," Mu Longcheng, who had been holding back his face for a long time, started to laugh wildly. Following Mu Longcheng's laughter, a large group of 56 people turned around and left expressionlessly.

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Copper bullet cases cannot be used, which means that only black powder and paper-packed bullets can be used. All semi-automatic and automatic firearms are silently eliminated at this moment. Firearms with the accuracy of 56 and a half, which use black powder residues flying around, are almost useless.

The gun will explode.

"Very good." After Mu Longcheng finished laughing, his face straightened. He glanced at the remaining items in the room, stood up and said, "Let me make it clear first, brothers go to the battlefield to fight to the death. I

The lives of my brothers and subordinates are not meant to be used to play with your feelings. Therefore, those who are clamoring to equip the army with muskets can get out now. Otherwise, you will lead your own troops into battle. I want to see how you can survive.

How many days?”

Seeing Mu Longcheng's contemptuous eyes and Han Xiaobo's stern face, several members of the Brown Bess Party also left in dejection.

"Very good, all the ticket-playing people have left, and we can finally talk about something serious." Ma Zekai walked over from the stage at this time, pulled up a broken bench and sat down, then glanced at the few survivors in the room and smiled.

Speaking of.

The vigorous firearms finalization meeting dramatically turned into a small meeting with less than 10 people participating.

Now, after going through various weird elimination processes, there are only three candidate rifles that still stick to their posts: Mini, Sharps, and Xacebo.

The principle is very simple: since copper-cased bullets cannot be used, we can only follow the history of firearms development from back to front. Which gun is the closest to the age of rifles equipped with copper-cased bullets, which one must be the most powerful.

candidate.

Therefore, the mini gun was quickly eliminated.

In the 1866 Austro-Prussian War, the Austrian army equipped with Minie guns was defeated by the Prussian army equipped with breech-loaded striker-type Dresser rifles on the battlefield. From this moment on, it officially withdrew from the stage of history.

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The transitional breech-loaded Dresser rifle was quickly eliminated by the French army's excellent Chassebol rifle.

Therefore, the problem faced by time-travelers now is: choose one among two excellent rifles of the same era.

Sharps and Xia Sepo, choose one.
Chapter completed!