Episode 4 On the shooting range

Xiang Xiaoqiang was so happy that he shot a shuttle L-36 submachine gun in public, and the officers and soldiers on all sides were fanatical to the peak because of his fierce move. Xiang Xiaoqiang struck while the iron was hot, and stood on the roof of the car to give a passionate speech on the spot. Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning of every sentence he revealed was to tell the officers and soldiers: Follow the People's Guard, follow him to Xiaoqiang, and the future is limitless! Although there is a truce now, you don't have to worry, I guarantee that everyone will have a chance to make a difference! …… And so on and so forth.

However, after his speech and when he went to the shooting range to test the gun, he calmed down again. In the car, Wang Hexiang reprimanded him again. Although Xiuxiu didn't dare to discipline him, she was also careful to follow sentence by sentence on the side.

Xiuxiu generally didn't dare to tell him the opposite, but this time she had the courage to follow the words, it seemed that she had really gone too far.

"My lord, it's not that the old man said you," Wang Hexiang sat on the left side of the front row, and didn't look back, just shook his head and sighed, "If you want to boost morale and gather people's hearts, this hand is very good, and the old man appreciates it very much." Alas...... However, this submachine gun was still in a state of secret experiments, and the adults took it out and showed it...... As soon as I looked at the drawings, I knew that although this gun was inconspicuous, it was much better than that of other countries...... It is really not advisable to expose it prematurely......

"Also, my lord handed over the design task to Lian Feng and Qi Shunfa respectively! Now only the Lian Feng has handed over things, Qi Shunfa has not yet handed over, and the final order has not yet been decided, so the adults are in public...... Doesn't this mean telling the Refining Edge that it's them? So what about Qi Shunfa? Adults think L-36 is good, so they can't wait, so what if the design handed over by Qi Shunfa is better than this? ”

"Your Excellency......" Xiuxiu said cautiously and softly, "Lord Wang's opinion...... Makes sense......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang sat in the back seat with a red face, with a gloomy face. He gently patted Xiuxiu's leg, and Xiuxiu obediently shut up.

Xiang Xiaoqiang held back a sentence for a long time:

"So what now?"

Wang Hexiang in the front seat took a breath and stopped counting. That's what he's waiting for.

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At the shooting range of the People's Guard, the atmosphere today was exceptionally different.

In the past, there were gunshots here, not only during the day, but also at night, and there were often "sporadic firefights". Now the People's Guard has expanded to 50,000 troops, training day and night. The bullets used for training every day are pulled in into trucks, and at night they are pulled out in trucks. The MG34 machine gun in the German army is enough with one or two spare barrels, but the MG34 of the People's Guard must be equipped with five or six spare barrels, otherwise the hot barrel cannot be replaced. Even so, the loss of the barrel is quite a lot.

But today, the shooting range was emptied. On the open field thousands of meters wide, there were several cars parked, and there were only a few people such as Xiang Xiaoqiang next to them. Far away, there were only a few guards. The guards are not yet mobile teams, they are still security teams.

In the silence of the venue, only a lone voice was firing:

"Dada...... Dadada......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang held the L-36 in his hand, and shot at the target 100 meters away one by one, and every time he pulled the trigger, the gun body jumped up a few times, the muzzle exploded into flames, and the green smoke drifted away with the wind.

The sound of gunpowder explosions, the whistling of air waves, the metal impact of gunshots, and the clanging sound of bullet casings falling to the ground were all mixed together to listen to Xiang Xiaoqiang's ears, which was as wonderful as Xianle.

Several people around, men and women, old and young, were deafeningly gunshot, but they all stood by with great interest and watched, and none of them covered their ears.

Wang Hexiang is an expert in the military industry, and today he saw the L-36 for the first time. Now almost leaning his face against the side of the submachine gun, carefully staring at the reciprocating motion of the gunshot, staring at the curve of the thrown cartridge casing. His well-trained eyes allowed him to see almost every movement of the gunfire. Slowly, an imperceptible smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly.

Although the rate of fire is not fast, the gunfire movement is smooth and powerful, and there is no flutter outside the design. Judging by his experience, this phenomenon represents the reliability of the performance of weapons.

Xiang Xiaoqiang became more and more excited, and emptied a full magazine, and there was no explosion at the last moment, only a metal impact sound of "click", which was particularly crisp in the shooting range that suddenly fell silent. The shot did not return to its original position, and opened its mouth wide, as if to signal to the owner: There are no bullets, add it to me!

This is already the third magazine that has been emptied. The empty gun in his hand emitted blue-white smoke, especially from the barrel, which kept emitting green smoke.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's right hand holding the front magazine also felt slightly hot at the moment. His fingertips lightly touched the body of the gun in front of the magazine, and he was burned hard, and he hissed in pain, and his fingers quickly retracted.

"My lord, what's going on?"

Xiuxiu and Li Gensheng were both taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward. Xiang Xiaoqiang blew his fingers, shook his head and said:

"It's okay, I accidentally touched a hot place."

Wang Hexiang glanced at the representative of Lian Feng next to him, and quietly took the submachine gun:

"Show me."

The representative of Lian Feng Company stood on the side, who had been holding his glasses in a low-key manner, looking at the ground under his feet, but now looking at Wang Hexiang, looking a little weak.

Wang Hexiang copied the gun in his hand, lightly touched a piece of the front of the magazine, and frowned. It's still hot, but it's obviously not as hot as it was just now, and my hand can barely press on it. He reached forward again.

Now he quickly took his hand away. The barrel burned like a soldering iron.

Wang Hexiang looked at his finger and was burned with a red mark.

He turned his gaze to the representative of the Refining Blade and asked indifferently:

"Uh...... What is this gentleman called? ”

"Ah, ah," the little man with glasses hurriedly smiled, "Your surname is Zhao, Zhao Quanrui." ”

"Mr. Zhao," Wang Hexiang said lukewarmly, "this gun of your company seems to be very problematic in heat dissipation." ”

Zhao Quanrui pushed his glasses and said with a smile:

"Lord Wang, hehe, you are also an expert in this area, and you must know that the submachine gun itself is not very suitable for continuous shooting...... What's more, Lord Xiang just fired 90 bullets in one go......"

Wang Hexiang smiled, stared into his eyes, and said unhurriedly:

"Mr. Zhao, we all know that 90 rounds of 9mm pistol bullets will of course be very hot, but there should not be so much green smoke. With so much smoke, it means that the barrel has been burned to a certain extent, and another shot may turn red. …… Besides, when I say '90 shots', I still mean continuous shooting, not a burst of fire like the one that shoots at adults. ”

Zhao Quanrui's face changed color slightly, and he was a little red.

Wang Hexiang stared at him, holding a fluttering submachine gun in his hand, and said word by word:

"To be honest, the gun is so light, and I know there must be a reason. Let's talk about it, I'll give you a reminder: the barrel wall, the heat sink slot, the metal composition of the breech, the tungsten content ......"

Zhao Quanrui looked at Wang Hexiang and Xiang Xiaoqiang respectively for a long time, and finally sighed and smiled bitterly in embarrassment:

"Lord Xiang, Lord Wang, you two are also professionals, so I will be honest with the two adults...... To the original design requirements of adults, the gun should be lightweight...... We also removed the less important things in order to reduce the weight appropriately...... Also, Lord Wang, as you know, tungsten is very heavy, and it is about to catch up with the weight of gold...... We have some less important parts, the tungsten content is appropriately reduced, or tungsten is not added, so the high temperature resistance may be a little ...... And the barrel is indeed thinner, resulting in poor heat storage...... Because the barrel wall itself is relatively thin, it is not good to make a heat sink on it......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang listened to the "confession" of the glasses man, and the anger in his heart slowly rose. He didn't expect that the first submachine gun designed by Da Ming and the submachine gun that he was so satisfied with were actually a tofu scum project! And listen to the tone, this guy still wants to put the blame on himself!

Damn, Lao Tzu is a customer, you are a manufacturer, my customer can be unprofessional, your manufacturer can't be said to be unprofessional, right? If there's a problem with my request, you should have pointed it out at the time, instead of making a tofu scum weapon now, and then saying that I made you do it!

Xiang Xiaoqiang's face was ugly, and he was about to have a seizure, when he suddenly saw Wang Hexiang giving himself a look. He understood that there was still a way in this, and immediately suppressed the anger, but his face was still unwavering.

Wang Hexiang approached and whispered to him:

"My lord, according to the old age, although this gun has shortcomings, it has great advantages, and the design is still very successful...... Heat dissipation is a bit of a problem, but decay is also an exaggeration...... In fact, as he said, it is basically impossible for a submachine gun to fight continuously for such a long time...... No one fights like this in peacetime wars...... Especially considering that our side has more submachine guns, which is enough to form suppressive firepower, so the amount of fire in a single shot will be less...... According to the old man, it is enough to order them to make slight improvements...... 3.02 kg is indeed too light, and it is already very good that they can make it like this at such a small weight...... The weight can be relaxed to 3.4 or 3.5 kg. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang was greatly relieved in his heart, but he still had a cold face and nodded quietly.

"Mr. Zhao," he said slowly, holding the shelf, "Originally, I really liked your L-36 Lianfeng. Really, I would have been satisfied. But...... It's a pity. ”

He shook his head regretfully.

Zhao Quanrui's face turned white all of a sudden, he looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang, his lips began to tremble one by one, and the blood in his whole body was cold from head to toe.

…… Finished. It's going to be rejected. Large orders of several million Mingyang...... Months of design of manpower and material resources...... It's going to be a waste...... It's over, and the company has to fire itself......

He stabilized his mood a little, and with the mood of trying it out, he smiled:

"Sir-sama, you can ...... What can be changed, what can be changed, as long as you give an order, we can change what you feel dissatisfied with...... It doesn't take long to ...... You see, it's only been a few months since you gave us the design task, and the prototype gun is ready...... Now you just have to say change, we promise, a month...... No, in half a month, put a new sample gun in front of you! All problems solved! …… To your lord! ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang hummed a few times, and looked at Wang Hexiang a few more times. Zhao Quanrui looked at Wang Hexiang pleadingly.

…… If it were in the afterlife, I would have known how much money I would have sent at this time. Don't say that the product is faulty, it is perfect, and it is not good to feed less.

But now, the representative of this company can only stand here, almost pleadingly assuring and vowing, saying that he will give their company half a month to transform the product into a classic weapon.

…… All the guarantees are about how they will make the product better, and there is not a single mention of the personal benefits of these officials.

Perhaps, this representative also flashed the idea of settling the situation by sending money? That's too easy. But he wouldn't dare.

Xiang Xiaoqiang sighed softly, approached Zhao Quanrui, took his shoulder, and said:

"Brother, it's not easy for you either. …… How to say, from the bottom of my heart, I still like this submachine gun. In several ways, my expectations were met. But you also have to know that a gun is not fired, this is a big problem. ”

Zhao Quanrui listened to his loose tone, his face returned to blood, he was happy in his heart, patted his chest and said:

"Rest assured, half a month, you give us half a month, and after half a month, another hard-hitting submachine gun will be handed over to you."

In fact, the reason why he dared to pat his chest like this was because when Lian Feng was designed, he first designed a standard model, but after the sample gun was made, the actual weight was 3.6 kg. The company's leadership felt that Xiang Xiaoqiang emphasized that the weight must be light, although 3.6 kg is not heavy, but the advantage in lightness is not large, it is estimated that it cannot be significantly ahead of Qi Shunfa, so it changed several places to be thin, and reduced the tungsten content in some parts, which reached the ultra-light level of 3.02 kg.

Now they only need to make a few more changes on the first sample gun and "slim down" one or two hundred grams.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't exceed 3.5 kilograms."

Zhao Quanrui was overjoyed and immediately replied:

"Thank you, sir!"

"But ......," Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled again, "Originally, I wanted to settle with you today." But you've got a problem with your guns again...... So now let you go back and improve, and you have to continue to compete with Qi Shunfa. Which one to use in the end, it still depends on the things to speak. Do you understand? ”

Zhao Quanrui was already very satisfied, and he didn't expect to make a decision today. In addition, the L-36 is indeed flawed, and Xiang Xiaoqiang's decision did not surprise him.

"Your Excellency, rest assured, our company is one of the best light weapons companies in Asia...... If you don't even have this bit of confidence, then it's not to let Lord Xiang and Lord Wang trust in vain. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang and Wang Hexiang glanced at each other and were very satisfied.

After sending off the representative of Lianfeng, Xiang Xiaoqiang inspected and visited the barracks again, and was delayed until six o'clock.

Because this is the barracks of the mobile force, it is Li Gensheng's "territory", Li Gensheng was about to keep Xiang Xiaoqiang to have dinner in the barracks, when a junior officer ran over, saluted Li Gensheng, and said something. Then Li Gensheng said to Xiang Xiaoqiang:

"My lord, Princess Liaoyang is calling, please answer it."

"Hmm."

When Xiang Xiaoqiang heard that it was fourteen grids, he subconsciously brushed the hair on his forehead, straightened his hat, and went to answer the phone with Li Gensheng.

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Fourteen Gege's charming voice came from the earpiece:

"Your Excellency."

Maybe it was the first time I talked to Fourteen Gege on the phone, the scene was too unforgettable, until now, every time I talked to her on the phone, Xiang Xiaoqiang unconsciously thought of Fourteen Gege wearing a sticky pole military uniform, wearing headphones, and sitting on the plane beautiful, cold and arrogant.

"Hey, sir?"

Fourteen asked softly again.

Now she's different...... The once cunning, dangerous, and ferocious peregrine falcon is now about to become a canary in its own cage.

Xiang Xiaoqiang came to his senses and replied:

"It's me. How? What's wrong? ”

Fourteen Gege was stunned for a moment, and then smiled:

"What's wrong with you? Do you have to call you if something happens? …… Well, that's the case, I helped you make an appointment with the commander of the army aviation and the commanders of the group armies in the evening to help you fight Pukou together, and everyone ate together. What do you think? ”

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