Chapter 44: Return to the Bolt-Action Rifle
Seeing Weiss's astonishment, the colonel explained unhurriedly: "Since the end of the last war, although the military expansion of the Norman Empire has been contained, they have not relaxed their efforts in the development of armaments. I had the pleasure of getting my hands on the Falcon sniper rifle, which they started installing a few years ago, and it was also a pretty sophisticated weapon, and it was said that a good shooter could use it to accurately hit targets at a distance of 2,500 feet, and even hit targets at 3,000 feet. As you mentioned, the average kill distance in regular combat is within 2000 feet, but this does not apply to sniper duels. If I were to go back to the battlefield and take on the Norman snipers, I would have to have a weapon with a range as long as theirs, and this sniper rifle you designed...... It's incompetent, isn't it? β
The "ruler" of the Ulster Free Federation is quite close to the "foot" of the earth's civilization, which can be roughly converted to 0.3 meters. Relying on smokeless powder technology, the ultimate range of large-caliber single-shot rifles is usually about 1000 meters, that is, about 3300 feet, but the ultimate range and effective range are two concepts. Due to factors such as gravity, wind speed, terrain, and optical equipment errors, the effective range of the rifle usually does not exceed 600 meters, that is, the 2,000-foot distance that Weiss emphasized. In fact, Ulster Federal Army soldiers equipped with Grumman M3.2A rifles are unable to shoot accurately at targets beyond 1,500 feet, and once they encounter a "Norman dog" equipped with a Falcon sniper rifle, they will be tactically passive.
From this point of view, in the battle of the snow forest in the Monamolin Mountains, Weiss, a rookie rookie, actually killed the legendary No. 1 sniper ace of the Norman Empire, which is definitely good luck to hit the jackpot! But on the other hand, with the status of the "Black Death" in the Norman Empire, why did he participate in such a disgraceful cross-border attack? Is it because the mission to intercept and kill Dr. Z cannot be missed, or is it because he is so itchy in peacetime that he has to abuse a few Ulster Union Army soldiers?
With deep doubts, Weiss looked at Colonel Borgweyne, who might have known what had happened, but ...... Can you share this secret with him?
The colonel's mind was obviously still stuck on the technical issue just mentioned: "So, I hope that what you have provided me with is a sniper rifle with a longer combat range, and the rate of fire and the cost per unit can be placed in a relatively secondary position, do you know what I mean?" β
Faced with the scorching gaze of the first sharpshooter of the Ulster Free Federation, Weiss once again fell into deep thought. From the 15mm+ in the era of black powder flintlock pistols, to the 7-11mm in the era of smokeless gunpowder breech guns, and then to the 5-6mm in the era of high-precision automatic rifles, the history of modern military development on the earth has witnessed the "reasonable reduction" of rifle caliber. On this planet called "Orens", although the strange Star Source Stone gave birth to such a hegemonic weapon as a flying battleship, the essence of the laws of war has not changed. With the continuous development of gunpowder and metal smelting and casting technology, the caliber of firearms is bound to shrink, and with his experience and thinking of infantry combat, 9mm should be more in line with the setting of the current technical and tactical mode. If the 9mm rifle is to reach the range proposed by Colonel Borgweyne, it seems that it is necessary to return to the idea of bolt rifles without considering the simple increase in the charge of the gun......
"Before I came up with the Dragon Sniper Rifle, I envisioned a direct-acting, slewing latching single-shot rifle that would still be 1.8 Pierre, and the same pointed bullet would have the range and accuracy you were looking for, albeit at a slightly slower rate, and weighed only two-fifths the size of the Grumman Type 3.2."
The prototype of the rifle that Weiss is talking about is one of the firearms he is responsible for researching and maintaining in the military museum, the Type 53 rifle, which is an authorized imitation of the Soviet-made Mosin-Nagant rifle, which has the advantages of good shooting accuracy and few failures, and the appropriate increase in the barrel length and the use of 9mm pointed bullets should be able to meet Colonel Borgwein's requirements.
Seeing that Colonel Borgweyne was undecided, Weiss sorted out the technical details of the Type 53 rifle into his own "design ideas" one by one, which made the ace sniper of the Ulster Free Federation show an expectant look. He looked at Weiss, then at the fat vice president, and finally returned to the young gunsmith who had "turned out to be born":
"Well, I'll give you a week. Within a week, if you can produce a sniper rifle to my satisfaction, I will recommend it to the bidding committee through an independent review process. In a week's time, no matter what design you come up with, we'll miss out on the competition for the standard sniper rifle. β
Weiss didn't make a rash statement, but turned his head to look at the fat vice president, just as the shrewd business executive also set his sights on Weiss.
The four eyes are facing each other, each with their own thoughts.
"Are you sure?" Fat VP asked.
Having successfully copied and modified the Type 56 semi-automatic, Weiss felt he was confident that he would be able to create a simpler Type 53 rifle, and with the excellent performance of the Mosin-Nagant and its derivatives, the new single-shot manual sniper rifle should be able to stabilize the Norman Empire's Falcon sniper rifle. However, considering that his cooperation with Vice President Fat was an expedient alliance after all, in order to grasp as much initiative as possible in this cooperation, Weiss gave him a meaningful answer: "Technically sure." β
Receiving this reply, the fat vice president turned to his mentor: "Okay, we'll do our best to do it within a week." β
Colonel Bogwein nodded in satisfaction: "That's good! For the rest of the year, I will be teaching sniping and counter-sniping skills to third-year cadets at the Baseton Military Academy. When are you going to finish the sample gun, and when are you coming to me. If it's been more than a week, today's conversation would have been treated as if it hadn't happened. β
"Understood!" The fat vice president replied respectfully.
Although it was nearly noon, Colonel Borgwein did not stay to have lunch with his protΓ©gΓ©, but drove away in a hurry.
Seeing the colonel's car go away, the fat vice president turned around and looked at Weiss with a smile: "Tell me about your conditions!" β
Weiss was not in a hurry to show his cards: "Before I talk about this, I have a very important question for you...... Are you really ready to take on the president of Grumman Group? β
This question made the fat vice president hesitate for a while: "I understand what you mean, if you win this bid with a newly designed sniper rifle, it will not only deal a blow to his prestige, but also damage the interests of the Grumman Group, thus pushing us to the opposite side of the Grumman Group." β
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm worried about." Weiss replied bluntly, "The Clumber-Haytham family simply does not have the power to contend head-on with the Grumman Group, and you and your forces are not ready to come out of the shadows." β
The fat vice president stretched out his fat palm and gently put it on Weiss's shoulder: "Nephew Long, with your ingenuity, you will definitely make great achievements in the future, and your actions will never be limited to the business field." To put it mildly, I, Joseph Grumman, would like to form an iron alliance with my nephew and nephew. From now on, my resources are your resources, my connections are your connections, you let go and show your strength in the military circles, and leave business affairs to me to take care of. β
Through the mouth of Cheap Daddy, Weiss learned about the various types of partnerships that are customary on this plane. The Iron Alliance, as Vice President Fat said, is to add personal religious oaths to their original alliance and cooperation, so as to form a higher-level and more credible alliance.
"How can I ...... by virtue?"
Weiss was about to humbly excuse himself, but was stopped by the fat vice president.
"My purpose in doing this is twofold, one is to get rid of his oppression and obtain wealth and status commensurate with my own ability, and the other is to let you take the road that I regretted not being able to take back then, whether it is a famous general in the army or a technical authority, you must become a well-known hero in this country."
Seeing the fat vice president's extraordinarily forceful expression, Weiss wanted to laugh but was not funny: "How can you be sure that my ambition is to become a general or a technical authority in the army?" β
The fat vice president stared, "Maybe you're not sure yet, but I saw it from the way you looked at Colonel Borgwein just now, and from your recent outstanding performance at the Patton Military Academy. I am sure that you will be an excellent graduate of the Barston Military Academy, and when that time comes, nephew Long, will you be willing to return to that remote southern wilderness town and limit your life to reviving the business of the Clumber-Haysen family? Even if you do make such a regrettable choice, maybe in a few years, when war breaks out between us and the Norman Empire, you will not accept the country's conscription to return to the army and go to war to fight the enemy in blood? So why can't we devote ourselves to defense from the start? β
When he first arrived, Weiss did intend to recall the memories of avoiding bloody killings, and just wanted to be a successful businessman who revitalized the family industry and recreated the glory of the family......