"Brother Zhu! The cannon you wanted is here!"
Quite far away, Zhu Han, who was in the factory, heard Brigadier Wang calling him at a loud voice.
He wasn't much younger than Zhu Han, so he just treated him like a brother and would run to the factory whenever he had something to do.
The purpose, the lice on the bald man's head - it's obvious.
It is no exaggeration to say that Zhu Han is the God of Wealth of the 386 Brigade. The relationship must be maintained no matter what.
"Thank you for your hard work! Wait a moment, the crimping machine will be finished soon."
"Hemming machine? What kind of new thing is this? Can you let me know more about it?"
"no problem!"
After that, Zhu Han waved his hand, and the power system of the entire machine tool was connected.
"Iron cups" with rims and thick iron sheets with a threaded opening in the middle were placed in the middle of the machine tool.
The two things were buckled together by the machine tool and spun in place.
There are two more recessed iron molds on both sides that are gradually squeezed inwards.
With the squeezing and rotation, the edges of the two iron tools were rolled together bit by bit.
At the beginning, everyone moved step by step, preferring to go slower than make mistakes.
As the movements become more proficient, the workers become faster and faster.
Although it can't reach the level of afterimages like a pure industrial assembly line, the speed is still dazzling.
"So fast?"
Seeing the magic-like scene in front of him, Brigadier Wang was amazed.
But then he picked up another "product" and scratched his head:
"What is this for?"
"It's not that you don't know, it's just that you haven't thought about it at all. If you look at it differently, you will understand."
After that, Zhu Han led him to the corner next to him, picked up a hollow wooden handle with threads on both ends, and screwed the two together while he was stunned.
Brigadier Wang's mouth is now throwing two steamed buns in without touching anyone.
Look at the production speed of the crimping machine next to you, and look at the uncharged wooden handle grenade in your hand.
Look at the production speed of the stamping machine next to you, and look at the uncharged wooden handle grenade in your hand.
Look at the production speed of the threading machine next to you, and look at the uncharged wooden handle grenade in your hand.
Look at the production speed of the wood grinder and drill press next to it, and look at the uncharged wooden handle grenade in hand.
And then...do it all over again.
If Zhu Han hadn't shaken him twice and came back to his senses, he would have thought that the famous general would have become hysterical.
This method of producing grenades was something he had never heard of before.
According to the "Border Area Made" projectiles in the field, they are all cast using the cast iron method, by first making a sand mold and then filling it with iron.
Moreover, that kind of sand mold is useless after one use, resulting in each projectile being unique.
The wooden handles were ground bit by bit by workers on the ground and stones, instead of just grinding them with a grinding wheel to take shape like now.
Therefore, the production efficiency of "made in border areas" is not only low, but also the quality, shape, and size are uneven.
"Based on the current production rate, with less than ten people working on this production line alone, how can we not make hundreds of grenades a day?"
It took a lot of effort for him to regain some sense, and in a half-shocked, half-awake state, he asked the most exaggerated number in his imagination.
"For missiles alone, three to four thousand a day is no problem."
"But the problem is that the explosives have to be filled manually, the production speed of fuses needs to be improved, and the wood cutting speed can hardly keep up with the consumption..."
"Tomorrow I will mobilize the soldiers to cut down the trees!"
Brigadier Wang's loud voice startled Zhu Han again.
Just kidding, they are all over the woods and worthless.
I can make you short of wood, and the division commander and political commissar can eat me!
By the way, arrange for soldiers who can burn charcoal to burn as much charcoal as possible to ensure sufficient black powder.
If you can build one such machine tool, you can build two.
If we build four or five units, the output will be hundreds of thousands per month.
In this case, wouldn’t there be no shortage of grenades from now on?
My dear, what kind of treasure did our Eighth Route Army get?
"Brother Zhu, how come you know such high-end technology?"
"My brother thinks that he has never admired many people in his life, but now, apart from the two commanders Liu and Deng, the one I admire the most is you!"
Zhu Han greeted Lao Liu to receive the 92-foot artillery while leading Brigadier Wang to the office.
"Is this high-end technology? You know, this is how the canned Japanese food you eat is made."
"What?"
Brigadier Wang had no idea that this thing could be used in civilian technology, and it was still used in this way.
"Then why don't the Japs use this method to make grenades? Are the Japs' grenades more advanced than ours?"
"The Japs wanted to use a grenade launcher to launch grenades, but they didn't understand it."
Brigadier Wang's idea is very simple, but the reality can be said to be much more complicated than he thought.
The Type 91 grenade originally used by the Japanese had a separate fuse installed on the butt of the grenade for launch.
Then an inertial fuse like a mortar bomb is placed above it, so that the grenade can have the effect of a mortar bomb.
But the problem is that it takes time for the ammunition of the Japanese grenade to fly hundreds of meters at a time.
Therefore, the fuse time of the Type 91 grenade is as long as 8 seconds.
The mainstream grenade fuses all take 4-5 seconds.
Therefore, it is very easy for the enemy to use the extra three or four seconds to dodge or throw back.
There was no choice but to remove the tail fuze, shorten the main fuze to 5 seconds, and use the original production line to produce it.
Who made the Japanese Army poor?
The result was the common Type 95 grenade.
But these two gadgets are from the same production line after all, and they look so similar that you can’t tell which one is which in a tight situation.
So in order to prevent the fuse from being lit, the Japanese soldiers still knocked on the head.
The Type 91 inertial fuze was retained and was used until the end of World War II.
It can be said that this thing is an extremely failed product under the crazy "one thing for multiple uses" policy of the Japanese high-level officials.
"Hey, what is Xiao Zhao doing?"
"It's okay, I'm still in EMO."
"What? Yimou?"
As soon as Brigadier Wang entered the office, he saw Zhao Sizhe sitting in a state of confusion.
"In English, it means doubting life."
"Oh, it turns out it's in English, then I understand... what the hell! Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with you? Tell your brother, guard! Go find the doctor!"
Brigadier Wang was really panicked. If something happened to a technician of this level, he didn't know how much damage would be caused to the Eighth Route Army!
"Cough cough cough, it's okay, cough cough..."
Xiao Zhao finally spoke, and then lit a cigarette.
This guy had never smoked before, which shows how badly he was beaten.
"You would know how uncomfortable it would be if you worked under such a monster!"
"Brother Zhu, this is your fault. You need to relax at work. Look..."
"I wouldn't be like this if I were tired!"
Zhao Sizhe interrupted Brigadier Wang forcefully. Now he doesn't give face to anyone.
"Didn't we just finalize the submachine gun? This guy said he was going to build a cannon, and then asked me to build a machine gun."
"What? We can still make trouble..."
"Shut up and listen to me!"
Brigadier Wang immediately became particularly well-behaved.
It's nothing more than listening to a few complaints from a comrade. Even though he is young, he can become the leader of a brigade after all. This kind of thing has happened a lot.
What's more, no one can offend them now.
"This guy gave me a rotary gun (DP-28)."
"There is nothing wrong with this choice. After all, it is about solving the problem of whether or not there is a problem. It is natural to choose the simplest and most cost-effective among all machine guns."
"But this guy gave me several key improvements."
“You know how I felt when I saw the improved drawings?”
"Perfect! Yes, it's perfect!"
"I am the number one in all majors in firearms, but I can't find even the slightest flaw!"
"How did you manage to come up with such a perfect plan without any reference or experiment?"
The more Zhao Sizhe talked, the more excited he became, and his eye circles even turned a little red.
"Lao Wang, do you know how stressful it is to work with such a guy who is obviously the same age but is more than a step better than you in every aspect?!"
"..."
It makes so much sense, I can't refute it.
Zhu Han was like a monster, just standing next to him and watching the equipment that could only be seen in dreams being conjured by him like a magic trick.
Everyone will feel a sense of oppression when looking up at the sun while being excited.
I can't imagine what it would be like to work with him as a partner.
However, after such a torment, Zhao Sizhe's mood improved significantly.
In fact, he also knew that having Zhu Han around was definitely a good thing.
It's just that his ambition cannot allow him to admit defeat.
Just find someone to complain to and vent your feelings.
"Okay, Lao Wang, let's talk about the troops' feedback on submachine guns."
"Oh, yes, yes, business is more important."
As soon as he mentioned Brigadier Wang, he became energetic.
"It's great. The soldiers like it very much. It feels like it works better than flower traps."
"I was thinking before that this Sten submachine gun was so cheap, so it might be really bad."
"The results opened my eyes. I didn't expect it to be so useful."
Speaking of this, Zhao Sizhe snorted coldly and uttered a curse word:
"Because that's not fucking Stern."
