"Old Liu, where is Director Zhu?"
After several people galloped for a long time, they finally arrived at the Shitouqiao Village Arsenal.
Before the horse could stop, Brigadier Chen turned over and stood neatly on the ground.
"He hasn't been here recently."
"What? Then where did he go?"
"It's over there at the power plant. Today he said he was going to do something with the comrades in the steel plant."
Brigadier Chen was even more confused when he heard this. He had heard that there was a power outage today. He originally thought it was normal maintenance, but he didn't expect it to be Zhu Han's fault.
"What have you been doing lately?"
Zhao Sizhe's mind was obviously somewhere else.
"Recruit people and build factories."
Although Old Liu didn't know who the person in front of him was, he should be one of his own if he came with Brigadier Chen.
"Asshole!"
Before Lao Liu could finish speaking, Zhao Sizhe interrupted him with a foul language.
"Brigadier! This Zhu Han is too arrogant!"
"The experiment hasn't even started yet, and the factory expansion has already begun!"
"Anyone who opens the champagne at halftime will end badly. This guy has opened the champagne before the game even starts!"
"I suggest that he be suspended from his post and that he be detained for a few days to reflect!"
Zhao Sizhe saw this and was anxious in his heart.
"you……"
"Who wants to remove me from my position?"
No matter how good-tempered Old Liu was, he couldn't bear the fact that Zhu Han, whom he admired, was slandered by a stranger.
Just when he was about to have a seizure, Zhu Han's voice came from outside the wall.
"Xiao Zhu, are you back?"
"Yes, I was quite far away in the other direction when I saw you guys running towards me in a hurry. I thought something had happened."
Zhu Han looked at the different expressions of the people in front of him in confusion.
Especially that strange young man.
It seems like you haven’t done anything outrageous, right?
Why do you look at yourself as if you are your enemy?
"Are you going to make Gundam?" Zhao Sizhe went straight to the point.
"yes."
Well, Zhu Han understood, this guy should be an expert in firearms.
"Who gave you the courage?"
"Does anyone else need to give you courage?"
With each question and answer, the confused ones become more confused and the angry ones become even more angry.
Looking at Zhao Sizhe's red face, Zhu Han understood him.
Sometimes there is so much to say that you don’t know where to start.
"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."
Seeing this, Brigadier Chen hurriedly smoothed things over.
After calming down for a while, Zhao Sizhe recovered and hurriedly asked:
"In order to save copper and make steel bullets? Are you afraid that the soldiers' rifling will be ground too slowly?"
"So what I want to do is a steel-cased bullet, and the warhead is a copper-jacketed steel core warhead."
Zhu Han shrugged his shoulders, seemingly nonchalantly but actually he had corrected his attitude.
During this period of time, the person in front of me who is similar to my own age is the only one who can question the problem to its point.
"Then did you know that steel-cased bullets had been eliminated long before the World War (World War I)?"
"But it also proves that apart from poor performance, steel can indeed be used as a material for bullet casings."
"I……"
Well, within two sentences, Zhao Sizhe was choked again.
This one-piece ammunition was indeed initially steel-cased.
However, because steel-cased bullets are prone to rust, corrosion, and often cannot be extracted, they were quickly replaced by brass with better properties.
But the question is what is the current situation of the soldiers?
Each person only had less than five bullets, and they all treasured them, taking them out from time to time to clean them.
Rust and corrosion? nonexistent.
Can't pull the shell out?
Just kidding, anything that can pull out pus is a good plaster.
If you can't pull it out, then pump harder, is that considered a problem?
"Okay, let's put aside the material issue for now. Let me ask you again, why don't you just leave the existing ammunition and make short ammunition?"
Zhao Sizhe reorganized the language again.
"Do you know that there isn't a gun today that can use what you call short bullets."
"Do we have the ability to make new guns? How can you let the soldiers go to the battlefield if you have ammunition but no guns?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhu Han.
They are actually more concerned about this than making bombs.
"If it's a long bullet, let alone the 38-type or Zhongformal, we can't even make an old sleeve."
Zhu Han's words disappointed everyone.
If they can't make a gun, then all their efforts now are in vain.
But Zhu Han's next words made everyone's mood fly from hell to heaven.
"But a gun with short bullets can be made."
"Short bullets mean less charge and lower chamber pressure. Our current steel mills are fully capable of producing qualified steel to make gun barrels."
"In this way, you only need to mill out the bolt and extrude the spring (you can also say pull out the spring), and the remaining parts can be made using the stupidest cast iron method."
Listening to Zhu Han's words, several workers present even had red eyes with excitement. That was the first gun of the Eighth Route Army.
"Really?"
Brigadier Chen took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhu Han. Although he was trying to stay calm, his trembling hands had betrayed him.
"Otherwise, what do you think I was doing at the power plant today?"
"I used the steam engine there to drive the boring machine and bored out several seamless steel furnaces to prepare the steam engine."
"With the first steam engine as the mother machine, boring machines, milling machines, hydraulic presses, etc. can all be put on the schedule."
I have to say that Zhu Han knows how to draw cakes.
In just a few sentences, a grand vision has been displayed in front of everyone's eyes.
As a commander and fighter who had stayed in the Soviet Union, Brigadier Chen especially understood the significance of those machine tools.
The factories that once shocked him are now getting closer to the land he loves so much.
Now he just feels unreal, like a dream.
"Comrade Zhu Han! Even if your plan is really feasible. Even if you are an expert in chemical industry and machinery."
Zhao Sizhe composed himself and tried to calm down from the shock.
"But have you ever built a gun? Do you know how poorly low-pressure bullets and firearms perform?"
"It would be a good thing if we could build the Eighth Route Army's first gun, but we can't just settle political accounts."
"It would be irresponsible for the lives of soldiers if they were allowed to go to the battlefield with such terrible bullets!"
"I completely cannot agree with what you are doing, and I will not accompany you to fool around!"
Although Zhao Sizhe has always been against Zhu Han, Zhu Han only admires him at this time.
If I guessed correctly, the low-pressure firearm in the eyes of Comrade Xiao Zhao should be the Mannlicher M1886 of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
This gun was reluctantly converted into a smokeless powder rifle at the end of World War I.
Before that black powder bullets were used.
The performance is really not that good compared to the mainstream rifles at this time.
He doesn't have a God's perspective like his own.
If it were his place, I would most likely make the same choice as him.
But Zhu Han couldn't explain to him that this was not a bet, and he didn't have the ability to develop anything new.
The only thing he can do is copy the best things in his head.
"That's fine." Zhu Han patted the person in front of him on the shoulder, "You can be responsible for producing grenades."
"I'm here to mess around, and you keep the family business. Even if I fail in the end, the machine tools and materials have actually been built. When the time comes, you take over the factory, and I will help you."
Zhu Han held out three fingers and continued: "There are still three months left. If I don't do what I said, how about military justice?"
Looking at Zhu Han's sincere eyes, Zhao Sizhe reluctantly nodded.
Then, the former enthusiastically asked Lao Liu to introduce the situation of the Shitouqiao Village Arsenal to the latter.
Standing aside and watching this touching scene in front of him, Brigadier Chen had black streaks all over his head.
Zhu Han, Zhu Han.
You are so shameless.
Damn, you are neither a party member nor a soldier.
In order to deceive others, he issued a military order when he came up.
Can military law control you, a common man?
I never thought that Zhu Han, a thick-browed man with big eyes, could have such a sinister side.
"Oh, by the way, Lao Chen."
Zhu Han interrupted Brigadier Chen's inner complaints with one sentence.
"I need you to help me organize a group of soldiers to come over."
"Okay, I will arrange two guards for you later, and another guard class at the arsenal."
"It's not enough. At least organize a company to come over. We need veterans who can fight and have fought many battles."
Zhu Han thought carefully and continued.
"When they come to my place, they not only serve as escorts, but also cooperate with me in testing weapons and ammunition. They also occasionally have to serve as workers. After the mission is over, they will be allowed to return to their original units."
The more Brigadier Chen listened, the stranger his expression became.
To be a veteran, you must be able to fight.
Also "test" weapons and ammunition.
After the mission is over, return to the original unit.
What if the task never ends?
"Are you going to do something behind my back?"
"Am I the kind of person who makes trouble? Why don't you even believe me?"
Zhu Han felt that something was wrong with the brigade commander today.
Brigadier Chen: "I believed it 20 minutes ago, but not necessarily now."
Zhu Han:......
