Section 35 Qin Lang's Gun [I]
Qin Lang obviously still underestimated the difficulty of what he had to do. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Although he is familiar with the rotary pull-back bolt and has experience in operating processing equipment, there are many differences between making a sample gun for a commercial rifle for sale and making a "toy" for entertainment. Although he had his Remington M700 as a reference, Qin Lang had to design the parts himself, draw accurate drawings, and then use a machine to machine the high-precision parts that met the requirements, and then assemble them.
It took him ten days to complete the work. And until the end he had two problems that he did not solve: he did not know how to make bayonet mounts, and he could not skillfully make wooden gun bodies. Thankfully, these are only two minor issues, and they aren't difficult to solve. The bayonet mount can be left unconsidered for the time being; And the beautiful walnut gun body, he found a few workers to help him finish.
In the end, Qin Lang got a sample of a quirky rifle.
Visually, the rifle he "designed" was basically a mixture of three rifles: the basic shape, dimensions, and five-round standard magazine of the barrel were identical to those of the Remington M700, the down-folded bolt was from the M1903, and the front of the barrel and the large twenty-round magazine had a shadow of the Springfield M1A.
But even then, the whole gun is more like a shotgun than a military weapon.
"It's like a shotgun, Qin." When Qin Lang showed the sample to O'Connor, his first impression was like this, "It's not like any kind of military rifle I've ever seen." β
"The military rifles you've seen are either single-shot or use underlevered bolts. Sean, this is normal. Qin Lang explained.
"Maybe, but I just think it's weird." O'Connor shook his head. He just wondered. Still, maybe you won't feel that way anymore when you get used to it, he told himself, and then turned his gaze to the twenty-round magazine. "Similar to the stuff on your carbine."
"Magazines. But this one doesn't work yet. "The twenty-round magazine made by Qin Lang is basically just a model. Rachel. The springs that McBride bought lacked enough elasticity to fail when ten bullets were pressed at a time. But in a place like San Diego, you can only buy something like that.
Fortunately, the twenty-round magazine is only an optional accessory, and according to Qin Lang's estimate, it will not sell a single one for many years - this is the problem of the gun users themselves. Even as late as World War I, conservative officers believed that the five-round magazine of the new rifle would cause soldiers to waste bullets. In order to limit the rate of fire of soldiers, rifles were also given a strange accessory called a "magazine divider", which allowed soldiers to load only a single shot - and on rifles in some countries, the "magazine divider" did not disappear until the outbreak of World War II.
Therefore, he still has a lot of time to improve it.
"Then why did you design it?" O'Connor asked.
"Because our customers always need it." Qin Lang was referring to the First World War. As a result of the bureaucracy's conservatism, on the one hand, the "magazine divider" was still a standard accessory on the rifle, and on the other hand, the foolish GIs who squatted in the damp trenches with "trench feet" were given large-capacity trench magazines - which can only be attributed to the system.
But he himself was happy to see that happen. It's good business to split the rifle and magazine into two sales.
Of course, this is his secret, and he will not tell anyone. "Alright, Sean." Qin Lang took the sample gun from O'Connor's hand, "Let's go do a test." β
"Good idea."
There is a small shooting range right behind the company's premises. The workers had already set up a humanoid target there according to Qin Lang's request, and they were all gathered there. These people were all curious when they heard that he had designed a strange new rifle, and some of them expected to see Qin Lang's rifle have an accident such as exploding.
They want to see Qin Lang make a fool of himself - how can the savage and backward Chinese know how to design a rifle?
"Sean, you have to know, I'd love to have all of these idiots' wages spent." Just looking at the eyes of the workers and the strange expressions on their faces, Qin Lang knew what they were thinking.
"I don't think you'll really do that, Qin." O'Connor smiled.
"I won't. But I will make them work overtime until death, and I will not pay them overtime. Qin Lang smiled mysteriously. Although there are labor associations in the United States, they are not strong enough compared to the years to come. The capitalists can also easily squeeze the workers - it is very easy to deal with them.
He smiled and walked to a hundred meters away from the target, took five rounds from the pocket of his jacket and put them in the magazine, put the magazine on again, and then he began to aim at the target a hundred meters away. After waiting for a while, he fired the first shot.
The bullet missed. Qin Lang's brows furrowed slightly. He was sure that it was not a problem with his marksmanship, but a problem with the gun itself. Then, when pulling the bolt, he felt that the bolt was not smooth enough.
"It's terrible." He grunted, but insisted on firing all four of his remaining rounds, then turned to look at O'Connor. "What do you think?"
"The accuracy is not very good." O'Connor said. "It could be a problem with the material." San Diego doesn't have excellent materials, especially high-quality barrel steel, although Rachel. McBride ordered a batch of high-grade steel, but they are still on the railroad. "When the new material arrives, it's different."
"But it's also possible that my machining skills are a little bad." Qin Lang sighed in a low voice, he had to admit that his actual hands-on ability still needed to be improved, "It seems that the remaining sample guns can only be made by skilled workers." β
His plan was to produce a batch of prototypes for full testing before they went into production. In fact, Qin Lang has never participated in the review of firearms, and he is not very clear about the specific steps, but there are some famous guns that can be used as a reference - such as the M1911. It was probably the most rigorous test ever conducted by the U.S. Army before World War I, and Qin Lang wanted to raise the standard of his rifle even more.
M1911 was tested with 6,000 rounds of continuous firing, and he hopes that the standard can be raised to 8,000 rounds.
"Qin, do you have so many bullets?" Eight thousand rounds of ammunition? O'Connor was frightened. So far, he has used less than 8,000 rounds of bullets.
"Bullets can be produced tomorrow." Qin Lang said. "I've got Rachel to register the patent and trademark." The 0.308 Winchester rifle cartridge will never appear again, and in the future there will only be 0.308 Viper rifle cartridges on the market.
Similarly, there are 0.357 Magnum pistol rounds and 0.45ACP pistol rounds, both of which have turned into "big vipers".
It's just that the firearms that use them have not yet appeared.
"We have to speed up the process and start producing guns as soon as possible." Qin Lang whispered, more like to himself. "Sean, do you want to take a few shots?" He glanced up at O'Connor, "I'm going to leave for a while." β
"What do you want to do?"
"Go to Rachel, I'd like to ask her if the materials and tools I need to make the revolver have arrived."
"You don't have to look for her, she went to Phoenix yesterday." O'Connor said, then explained, "She's going to convert our Mexican peso into dollars." β
Qin Lang was stunned for a moment. "Does it need to be so urgent?"
"The peso is depreciating every day, Qin. The peso used to be worth more than the dollar, but now it's about the same, and it will continue to fall in the future. O'Connor looked a little angry, "If we continue to hold on to the pesos, we will lose hundreds of dollars every day." β
"How bad is it?" Qin Lang had little understanding of the economic situation in the nineteenth century, "How could it be?" β
"Who made the Mexicans produce so much silver!" O'Connor shrugged.
"Hell!" Qin Lang shouted. The price of silver...... The international price of silver had been falling before Roosevelt enacted the Silver Acquisition Act, and he knew the problem - so they really should have thrown the peso out as soon as possible.
However, Rachel. McBride went to Phoenix, so what about what he wanted? "What I needβ"
"The materials and machines you need have been here for two days."
"God, why didn't you say it sooner, Sean!" Qin Lang threw the rifle and five rounds of ammunition to O'Connor, and then rushed into the factory. A lot of time has been wasted in making rifles and cannot be wasted any longer.
He wants to pirate the "python" immediately...... No, imitation out.