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In the morning, Renault test site.

As the largest car manufacturer in France, Renault has its own proving ground.

The test site not only covers a vast area, but also artificially built a variety of pillboxes, trenches, barbed wire, craters, etc., completely in accordance with the real battlefield, perfectly simulating the complex terrain and landform on the battlefield.

It was here that the tanks produced by Renault were put to the test.

Qin Zhiyuan, as a representative of the military, will personally participate in the test and acceptance.

"Qin, it's ready." Mills struggled to jump off the tank and ran to Qin Zhiyuan's side with small steps.

Mills was still so fat that he was out of breath after a few steps. Today, because it was an outdoor event, Mills wore a crumpled suit that he didn't find out of nowhere, and he looked even more scruffy than a dock worker.

"Come on, let's see, how far it goes." Qin Zhiyuan had expectations.

"You'll be surprised." Old Renault swore by it.

The shape of this tank is different from the Renault FT-17 in another time and space, although the crew is still two, the tank has a much larger hull, has thicker armor, can carry more bullets, and because of the improved engine, it does not affect speed and agility.

Of course, the above are all conclusions drawn in the laboratory, and the real combat performance depends on the performance on the test ground, as well as the performance in real combat.

"We use a diesel engine, which starts slower and takes longer to warm up, so I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while." Mills still has his gasoline engine obsessed.

"Diesel has the benefits of diesel, you just wait and see." Qin Zhiyuan insisted on his own opinion.

Diesel is better than diesel, and gasoline is better than gasoline, but on the whole, Qin Zhiyuan is still more inclined to diesel engines.

After half an hour of heat, the tank "suddenly" spewed out a puff of smoke, and as the track "Zazaza" began to turn, the tank slowly started.

The maximum speed tested first, then the hill climbing performance, then the fire performance, then the sustained driving ability, and finally the protection ability. In other words, when the tests are completed, the tank will reach the end of its life.

"Qin, this tank has your credit, half of the workers on the current production line are Chinese, you have helped me a lot." Old Renault was sincere.

"So, does that mean I should ask for a raise?" Qin Zhiyuan joked.

"Oh poof...... Qin, this proposal is really bad. Old Renault despised it.

For the capitalists, all the talk of "raises" is bad enough.

"Okay, okay, my brothers are happy with your salary, they don't mean to ask for a raise, don't get excited." Qin Zhiyuan understood Old Renault's feelings.

"Anyway, I want to thank you, and of course, I'll be a little happier if you don't mention that damn 'raise'." Old Renault does not hide it.

"The maximum speed has reached 12 km/h, which is under the premise that the road conditions are good, and the field speed is currently being tested." Mills got the first-hand data.

In another time and space, the FT-17 was traveling at a speed of ten kilometers per hour, and now it seems that the performance of this test tank has surpassed that of the FT-17.

If you look closely at this item.

"Good performance." Qin Zhiyuan expressed satisfaction.

"That's good, it's not easy to get your approval." Old Renault pretended to wipe his sweat.

"You know what I'm for." Qin Zhiyuan made a pun.

"Yes, I know what you're for, but can you feel the contradiction in my heart?" Old Renault is also a pun.

"Maybe." Qin Zhiyuan did not answer positively.

As a capitalist, the elder Renault hoped that the war would continue indefinitely, so that the old Renault's factory would grow further and Renault's status in France would continue to increase. But on the other hand, the war had caused great trauma to France, and the elder Renault hoped that the war would end as soon as possible.

It's really contradictory.

Don't think how patriotic the old Renault is, in another time and space, the French were defeated in World War II, the old Renault served the Germans for a period of time in order to keep his factory, and produced tanks, planes and automobiles for the Germans in large quantities, and the Renault factory became the target of the Allied bombing, and most of the plant and equipment were reduced to ashes in the bombing for several years. Knowing that he was guilty, Renault Sr. surrendered to the court at the end of World War II, but before the court could hear the case, Renault Sr. died in prison.

Renault Sr. was unable to keep his factory in the end, and when it was liquidated after the war, Renault Sr.'s factory was nationalized.

Over time, the data was summed up, the normal speed was 12 kilometers per hour, the off-road speed was 10 kilometers per hour, it could climb a 10-degree slope, it could cross a 1.5-meter trench, it could travel 110 kilometers continuously, and when using 75 mm artillery, it could destroy a 10-centimeter-thick cement reinforced concrete bunker at a distance of 1,000 meters, and so on.

Judging by various data, the combat effectiveness of this test tank has comprehensively surpassed the "tank" of the British and can be finalized for production.

"How's the strike resistance?" Qin Zhiyuan cares about protection.

"This one has not been tested, but from the previous test results, at a distance of 500 meters, it can withstand the direct fire of a 37mm gun. Of course, this is on the premise that armor-piercing shells are not practical, and if armor-piercing shells are used, then they cannot be carried at a distance of 500 meters. Mills scratched his head, for fear that Qin Zhiyuan would propose another revision.

"Well, strengthen the frontal armor, reduce the tail armor, install the tail armor to the front, and improve the frontal protection." Qin Zhiyuan really began to make requests.

"Uh...... Okay, okay, damn it, can't you just put all the comments up at once? Mills pulled out his little notebook again.

"Just wait, Mills, I'll keep giving advice." Qin Zhiyuan intimidated.

"You can't scare me, anyway, I'm just drawing drawings, and I don't need to assemble them myself." Mills was fearless.

Qin Zhiyuan and Old Renault looked at each other and smiled, and Old Renault also made a gesture of "please".

"Who's in charge here?" An unfamiliar voice rang out.

"It's me, sir, what do you need my help with?" Old Renault replied.

Here came an officer, dressed in a regular French army uniform, with his head held proudly high, his chin raised and he didn't look easy to deal with.

"Sir, I am Colonel Marcus of the Command, and from now on the study of tanks will be in my charge, which was given to you by the Commander-in-Chief, General Neville." Marcas had a haughty expression and glanced in Qin Zhiyuan's direction, with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

"Well, Mills, it looks like we're going to say goodbye." Qin Zhiyuan does not argue, in fact, from the day Nivelle came to power, Qin Zhiyuan had the consciousness of being beaten into the cold palace.

Qin Zhiyuan only hopes that Nivile will not think of him now, and it is best that Nivile can forget Qin Zhiyuan and his First Brigade of the Foreign Legion during this time. Because Qin Zhiyuan clearly knew that Nivelle would not be arrogant for too long, he was destined to be just a passerby, and Foch was the true son.

Who let Qin Zhiyuan be in another time and space, and he had never heard of the name Nivelle at all.