Xiang Xiaoqiang was so happy that he fired a bunch of L-36 submachine guns in public, which achieved excellent results. Because of his brave move, the officers and soldiers around him went crazy. Xiang Xiaoqiang struck while the iron was hot and stood on the roof of the car again.
A passionate speech on the spot. Although he did not say it clearly, the meaning revealed in every word he said was to tell the officers and soldiers: Follow the People's Guard, follow him Xiang Xiaoqiang, the future is bright! Although the war has ceased now, you don't have to worry, I guarantee that everyone will
There are opportunities to make achievements!...etc.
However, after the speech, he calmed down again when he went to the shooting range to test the gun. In the car, Wang Hexiang trained him again. Although Xiuxiu did not dare to train him, she carefully followed her words by the side.
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Xiuxiu usually didn't dare to contradict him, but this time she had the courage to follow him. It seemed that she had gone too far.
"Sir, I'm not telling you this." Wang Hexiang was sitting in the front row on the left. He didn't look back. He just shook his head and sighed, "When it comes to boosting morale and gathering people's hearts, this is a good move. I appreciate it very much. Alas... But, this
The submachine gun is still in a secret experimental state, and the adults have taken it out to show off... As soon as I saw the drawings, I knew that although this gun is inconspicuous, it is much better than those from other countries... It is really not appropriate to expose it so prematurely...
"Also, my lord, you have given the design tasks to Lianfeng and Qi Shunfa respectively! Now only Lianfeng has handed over the items, Qi Shunfa has not yet handed over the items, and the final order has not yet been decided, sir.
Just like this in public... Doesn't this mean he told Lianfeng that it was them? What about Qi Shunfa? Your Excellency thinks l-36 is good and can't wait any longer. What if the design handed over by Qi Shunfa is better than this?
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"Sir..." Xiuxiu said cautiously and softly beside her, "Sir Wang's opinion... is very reasonable..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang sat in the back seat with a red face and a sullen face. He gently patted Xiu Xiu's leg, and Xiu Xiu obediently shut up.
Xiang Xiaoqiang held back a sentence for a long time:
"What should we do now?"
Wang Hexiang, who was in the front seat, took a breath and stopped scolding. This was what he was waiting for.
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The atmosphere at the People's Guard shooting range was particularly different today.
In the past, gunfire was loud here, not only during the day, but also at night, and there were often "sporadic exchanges of fire." Now the People's Guard has expanded to 50,000 people and trains day and night. The bullets used for training every day are truckloads
Pull it in, and pull out trucks of bullet casings at night. The mg34 machine gun in the German army is equipped with one or two spare barrels. However, the mg34 of the People's Guard must be equipped with five to six spare barrels, otherwise the gun will be hot.
The barrel cannot be replaced. Even so, there is still a lot of wear and tear on the barrel.
But today, the shooting range was cleared. There were several cars parked in the open space thousands of meters wide, and there were only a few people such as Xiang Xiaoqiang beside them. In the distance, there were only a few guards. The guards were not from the mobile team yet.
Still from the security team.
In the silent venue, there was only a solitary voice shooting:
"Da da da... da da da..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang holds the L-36 in his hand and fires at the target 100 meters away. Every time he pulls the trigger, the gun body jumps up a few times. The muzzle explodes with fire, and bursts of green smoke are blown away by the wind.
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The sound of gunpowder explosions, the whistling of air waves, the metal collision of gunfire, and the tinkling of bullet shells falling to the ground all mixed together and sounded to Xiang Xiaoqiang's ears like heavenly music.
There were several people around, including men and women, old and young. The sound of gunfire was deafening, but they all stood by and watched with interest, and no one covered their ears.
Wang Hexiang is a military expert, and today he saw the real L-36 for the first time. Now he almost leaned his face against the submachine gun, carefully staring at the reciprocating motion of the gun and the curve of the thrown shell. His well-trained eyes
, could see almost every movement of the gun. Slowly, an imperceptible smile appeared on his face, and he nodded lightly.
Although the rate of fire is not fast, the shooting movement is smooth and powerful, with no unintended vibrations, one after another. Based on his experience, this phenomenon represents the reliability of the weapon's performance.
Xiang Xiaoqiang became more and more excited as he shot, and he emptied a full magazine. There was no explosion in the last shot, only a "click" of metal, which was particularly clear in the suddenly silent shooting range. The shot did not return to its original position.
, with his mouth wide open, as if to signal to the owner: There are no bullets, please add more!
This is the third magazine that has been emptied. The empty gun in my hand is emitting blue-white smoke, especially the barrel, which is constantly emitting green smoke.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's right hand, which was holding the front magazine, also felt slightly hot at this moment. His fingertips lightly touched the gun body in front of the magazine and was severely burned, causing him to "hiss" in pain.
The fingers quickly retracted.
"Sir, what's going on?"
Xiuxiu and Li Gensheng were both shocked and hurried forward. They blew on their fingers to Xiaoqiang, shook their heads and said:
"It's okay, I accidentally touched a hot spot."
Wang Hexiang glanced at the Lianfeng representative next to him, and calmly took the submachine gun:
"show me."
The representative of the Lianfeng Company stood aside. He had been holding his glasses low-key and looking at the ground under his feet. Now he looked at Wang Hexiang, looking a little guilty.
Wang Hexiang took the gun in his hand, lightly touched a piece on the front of the magazine, and frowned. It was still very hot, but obviously not as hot as before. He could barely press his hand on it. He touched forward again.
He clicked the barrel of the gun.
This time he quickly took his hand away. The barrel of the gun was as hot as a soldering iron.
Wang Hexiang looked at his finger and saw a red mark.
He turned his eyes to the representative of Lianfeng and asked calmly:
"Uh...what's your name for this gentleman?"
"Ah, ah," the little man with glasses said with a smile, "My surname is Zhao, Zhao Quanrui."
"Mr. Zhao," Wang Hexiang said coldly, "this gun of your company seems to have a problem with heat dissipation."
Zhao Quanrui pushed up his glasses and chuckled:
"Master Wang, hehe, you are also an expert in this area. You must also know that the submachine gun itself is not suitable for continuous shooting... not to mention that Mr. Xiang just fired 90 bullets in one breath..."
Wang Hexiang smiled, stared into his eyes, and said calmly:
"Mr. Zhao, we all know that when 90 rounds of 9mm pistol bullets are fired, of course it will be very hot, but there should not be so much smoke. This much smoke means that the barrel of the gun has been hot to a certain extent. If you fire it again,
The shuttle may turn red... Besides, when I say 'shoot out 90 rounds,' I still mean continuous shooting, not bursts of fire like you do for adults."
Zhao Quanrui's face changed color slightly and turned a little red.
Wang Hexiang stared at him, holding the light submachine gun in his hand, and said word by word:
"To be honest, I know there must be a reason why the gun is so light. Let's talk about it. Let me remind you: barrel wall, heat sink, metal composition of the barrel, tungsten content..."
Zhao Quanrui looked at Wang Hexiang and Xiang Xiaoqiang respectively for a long time, finally sighed and said with an embarrassed smile:
"Sir Xiang, Mr. Wang, you two are also professionals, so I will tell you the truth... Mr. Xiang's original design requirements repeatedly emphasized that the gun should be light and light... We also removed it in order to appropriately reduce the weight.
A few less important things... Also, Mr. Wang, you also know that tungsten is very heavy, almost as heavy as gold... We have some less important parts that have appropriately reduced the tungsten content, or have not added tungsten.
, so the high temperature resistance may be a bit... and the barrel is indeed a bit thin, resulting in poor heat storage performance... Because the barrel wall itself is relatively thin, it is not easy to make a heat dissipation groove on it..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang listened to the "confession" of the bespectacled man, and his anger slowly rose in his heart. He did not expect that the first submachine gun designed by Daming himself, the submachine gun that made him so satisfied, turned out to be a shoddy project! And from the tone of his voice,
This guy also wants to put all the blame on himself!
Damn it, I am the customer and you are the manufacturer. My customer can be unprofessional, but your manufacturer can’t say it is unprofessional, right? If there was a problem with my request, you should have pointed it out at the time instead of creating a shoddy weapon now.
, and then said that I asked you to create it like this!
Xiang Xiaoqiang's face was ugly, and he was about to have an attack. Suddenly he saw Wang Hexiang winking at him. He understood that there was something behind this, and immediately suppressed the anger, and his face remained calm.
Wang Hexiang approached him and whispered to him:
"Sir, in my opinion, although this gun has shortcomings, it has great advantages, and the design is still very successful... There is a problem with heat dissipation, but I am exaggerating... In fact, just like what he said, submachine guns are basically useless.
It may be possible to fight continuously for such a long time... No one fights like this in normal battles... Especially considering that we have more submachine guns, which are enough to form suppressive firepower, so the number of shots from a single gun will be less... In my opinion, they can be ordered to slightly
Just make improvements... 3.02 kilograms is really too light. It's pretty good that they can make it this light with such a small weight... You can relax the weight to 3.4 or 3.5 kilograms."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was greatly relieved, but he still nodded calmly with a cold face.
"Mr. Zhao," he said slowly and calmly, "Originally, I was very fond of your L-36 Lianfeng. Really, I was very satisfied with it. But... it's a pity."
He shook his head regretfully.
Zhao Quanrui's face suddenly turned pale. He looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang, his lips began to tremble, and the blood in his body was cold from head to toe.
...It's over. It's about to be rejected. A large order worth millions of dollars...the manpower and material resources spent on designing for several months...is about to be wasted...It's over. The company has to fire itself...
He stabilized his mood a little, and with the intention of giving it a try, he smiled and said:
"Sir, it can be... It can be changed. It can be changed. As long as you give us an order, we can change whatever you feel dissatisfied with... It won't take a long time... You see, from the time you gave us the design task
, it has only been a few months now, and the prototype gun is ready... Now you just need to make changes, and we guarantee that within a month... no, half a month, the new prototype gun will be placed in front of you! All questions
Solve them all!...To my lord!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang hummed a few times, and looked at Wang Hexiang a few more times. Zhao Quanrui looked at Wang Hexiang pleadingly.
...If it were in future generations, I would have lost track of how much money had been sent by this time. Not to mention that there was something wrong with the product, even if it was perfect, it wouldn’t be enough if it was fed less.
But now, the company representative can only stand here, promising almost begging, swearing that he will give their company half a month to transform the product into a classic weapon.
...All the guarantees are about how they will make the product better, and there is no mention of the personal benefits of these officials.
Perhaps, the thought of settling the matter by sending money crossed the representative's mind? That would be too easy. But he certainly wouldn't dare.
Xiang Xiaoqiang sighed softly, approached Zhao Quanrui, put his arm around his shoulders, and said:
"Brother, it's not easy for you either... How can I put it this way? I honestly like this submachine gun. It has met my expectations in several aspects. But you have to know that a gun can't
After fighting, this is a big problem."
Zhao Quanrui heard his tone loosen and the color returned to his face. He felt secretly happy and patted his chest and said:
"Don't worry, sir. You give us half a month. After half a month, another durable submachine gun will be handed over to you."
In fact, the reason why he dared to slap his chest like this was because when designing the Lianfeng, he first designed a standard gun, but after the prototype gun was made, the actual weight was 3.6 kilograms. The company leadership felt that Xiang Xiaoqiang emphasized that the weight must be certain
It needs to be lighter. Although 3.6 kg is not heavy, it does not have much advantage in terms of lightness. It is estimated that it cannot be significantly ahead of Qi Shunfa, so I made several places thinner and reduced the tungsten content in some parts. Only then did I achieve the goal.
It is ultra-light at 3.02 kg.
Now they only need to make a few more changes to the first prototype gun and "slim down" it by a hundred or two hundred grams.
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly, patted his shoulder and said:
"No more than 3.5kg."
Zhao Quanrui was overjoyed and immediately replied:
"Thank you, sir!"
"But..." Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled again, "Originally I wanted to settle it with you today. But your gun has this problem again... So now I ask you to go back and improve, and you have to continue to compete with Qi Shunfa. Finally.
Which company should I use? You still have to look at the things to tell me. Do you understand?"
Zhao Quanrui was already very satisfied. He had not expected to make a decision today. In addition, the l-36 did have flaws, so Xiang Xiaoqiang's decision did not surprise him.
"Don't worry, sir. No matter what, our company is one of the top small arms companies in Asia... If you don't even have this little confidence, then you don't have to trust Mr. Xiang and Mr. Wang in vain."
Xiang Xiaoqiang and Wang Hexiang looked at each other, both satisfied.
After seeing off the Lianfeng representative, Xiang Xiaoqiang inspected and visited the military camp again until six o'clock.
Because this is the mobile army barracks, it is considered Li Gensheng's "territory". Li Gensheng was about to persuade Xiang Xiaoqiang to have dinner in the barracks. At this time, a junior officer ran over, saluted Li Gensheng and said something. Then Li Gensheng said something to Li Gensheng.
Xiaoqiang said:
"Sir, Princess Liaoyang has called. Please answer the call."
"Well."
When Xiang Xiaoqiang heard that it was Fourteen Gege, he subconsciously smoothed his hair on his forehead, straightened his hat, and went to answer the phone with Li Gensheng.
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The charming voice of Shi Shigege came from the receiver:
"grown ups."
Maybe it was the first time he talked to Shi Shi Ge Ge on the phone. The scene was too unforgettable. Until now, every time he talks to her on the phone, Xiang Xiaoqiang can’t help but think of Shi Shi Ge Ge wearing a stick-stick military uniform and wearing headphones.
That beautiful, cold, arrogant and arrogant look sitting on the plane.
"Hello, sir?"
Fourteen Gege asked softly again.
Now she is different... The peregrine falcon that used to be cunning, dangerous, and ferocious is now almost a canary in its own cage.
Xiang Xiaoqiang came to his senses and replied:
"It's me. What? What happened?"
Fourteen Gege was startled, then smiled and said:
"What's wrong with you? Do I have to call you if something goes wrong?... Well, that's the case. I made an appointment for you with the Army Aviation Commander and the group army commanders tonight to help you fight against Pukou. Everyone.