"Ensign Gastens, I am very grateful for your contribution to the Imperial War during your time at the Factory. However, given your level of knowledge and status, I don't think you're the right fit for the current position. After all, the production of improved Welsh rifles for the Sixth Army was a matter of success or failure in our winter campaign, and it would be child's play to hand him over to a criminal who had committed treason, right? ”

The new management of the maintenance plant of the Slote Power Equipment Company, now known as the Sixth Plant, and the acting head of the Sixth Legion, Dieter? Schubert's nephew Jensen? Schubert was half-lying in his sofa chair, looking at Gastens standing in front of him, and his tone was not without ridicule. Glenn, the commander of the 3rd Regiment of the 1st Brigade of the 3rd Division of the 6th Army Corps, who was responsible for keeping Jensen safe and at the same time protecting the factory? Strav stood behind Jensen, his arms folded, and he looked at Gastens with slanted eyes.

"Yes, Chief Jensen."

"Call me Major."

Jensen replied coldly and waved his hand, "Okay, you can go, from now on, you and your soldiers must not enter the factory area, and you must not interfere in the affairs of the factory." Your job is to stand by on the periphery of the factory to prevent some unscrupulous people from destroying the factory. I'll look for you if there's a need. Or, if you make me unhappy, I'll tell my uncle to send you back into battle and be a death squad again, you know? ”

"I understand, Major Jensen."

"Alright, you can go."

Gastens waited a few seconds to see that Jensen had no new instructions and stepped back out the door. Ivan and Zink, who were waiting outside the door, saw him come out and greeted him.

"How's it going, boss, what's that stupid fork going to do?"

"Go out and talk."

Gastens' expression wasn't as relaxed as he was when he faced Jensen. He and his men left the factory and went to the camp, where they told his companions about Jensen's decision.

"What? It's only been three days, and he's trying to drive us away? He's going too far, isn't he? ”

"Yes, this person is too shameless, we have worked hard for so long, and finally made the factory better, how many grievances the boss has suffered for us, how can he leave like this!"

"Boss, that's what you call class. Jason? Is Schubert Dieter? The nephew of Commander Schubert's regiment is not of the same class as us at all, and he bullies us like this, does it count as exploiting us? ”

The soldiers were gossiping and coabling, but Gastens was unexpectedly warm. After walking this way, his mood calmed down a little, and he waved his hand to suppress the discussion of his comrades.

"Brothers, I've thought about this matter carefully, our Welsh II modified rifle looks very simple, and he is an expert, so he definitely thinks he can handle it. But being able to make a rifle and mass-producing this modified rifle are two different concepts. The key links of this factory are in the hands of our own brothers, as long as everyone keeps their mouths tight, he Jensen? Schubert can't handle it, we just have to watch his jokes in peace. ”

"Boss, since you say so, then let's wait. If you really can't do it, fuck it again! ”

Ivan? Warren saw that Gastens had a countermeasure and responded positively. The rest of the soldiers had already established a new post for the Gastens. They accepted Gastens's reassurance, obediently left the camp in the factory, moved to a building outside the factory, and did the work of guarding the perimeter.

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The day after Jensen took over the factory, production was halted as the soldiers who had mastered the core technology left. Jason? Schubert was furious and called the leader of the factory workers, the chairman of the union, Thomas? Gurakos, let him explain why.

"Sir Jensen", Gurakos had already reached an agreement with Gastens, he was respectful and smiling, "When Commander Gastens was here before, he and his soldiers were in charge of the key links, and our workers couldn't get involved. Now that his soldiers are gone, production naturally stops, and we can't do anything about it. ”

"Gastens? The serfs under him still produce rifles? Jensen was obviously a little surprised, he turned his head and his own escort head Glenn? Strav glanced at each other, not wanting to bow to Gastens.

"Yes, sir, they are responsible for the key links, and we don't know the situation", Gurakos respectfully said.

"Alright, I see, you can go."

Jason? Schubert waved away Gurakos, and Glenn? Strav consulted it. He felt that since the serf soldiers under Gastens could learn it, he and the freeman soldiers under Commander Strav were obviously up to the task. He asked Strav to select a dozen soldiers from his team with quick brains and feet, and taught them how to assemble the various parts of the guns, and at the same time, in order to be able to ensure speed, he invested three times the manpower of Gastens, and in each of the positions that Gastens was responsible for, he invested three people, hoping to surpass the production speed of Gastens.

Does this approach preliminarily solve the problem Jensen? The problem that Schubert encountered, the production of the various assembly workshops in the factory began to continue, and the assembled parts began to flow into the assembly workshop in a steady stream. Although Schubert has a background, he is still very hard in the face of the great feats that may be obtained. He personally supervised the assembly in the final assembly hall and hoped to see his improved Welsh II steam rifle come to fruition. Jason? Schubert even figured out the name of the rifle.

Janssen rifles.

With the help of Jensen's direct management and even his own hands-on, the final assembly workshop successfully produced the first Jensen rifle. Jensen was overjoyed and personally took the gun out and tried two shots, and the results were very good. In order to highlight his merits, he made two innocuous changes to Gastens's design, and the Jensen rifle did not change much in power. However, after actual testing, Jensen found that Gastens had left a certain amount of safety redundancy for the original modified rifle, and as long as he adjusted the pressure limiting valve, he could easily extend the effective range of the rifle by another 5 meters. Jensen naturally laughed at this effortless achievement, and he officially named the rifle after adjusting the pressure limiting valve and adding two changes of his own.

"This gun is very easy to use, and the range is a little longer, the Legion Commander will definitely like your design!"

Strave, the head of the regiment, praised him from the side, which made Jensen feel very useful. He threw the gun to Strave, "For you, as a gift!" ”

His design was affirmed, and as long as the factory production went smoothly, he gradually replaced the rifle designed by Gastens with his Jensen rifle, and when the battle was over, his uncle would say a few good words to it, mentioning him, and he would definitely get a Blue Maple Medal.

Jensen's plan was good, but his new Jensen rifle had only been produced for half a day when new problems arose.

The pace of production was too low, and in half a day, less than ten Jansen rifles were successfully assembled. At this rate, Jensen simply could not meet the strong demand for weapons at the front.

"What the hell is going on?"

Back in the final assembly workshop, Jensen stood in front of a row of soldiers he had asked for help, with their heads bowed. The leading company commander among them stepped forward and gave a briefing.

"Sir Jensen, there are a lot of accessories sent from various workshops that can't be installed on the right track."

"How is that possible? Wouldn't this system work well when Gastens was around? ”

Jensen was also new to Gastens' assembly line concept, and he was previously exposed to a production model in which a worker was responsible for the entire production process, so that although the workers could make sophisticated weapons after they were skilled, the production speed was not high. After coming into contact with the concept of the Gastens assembly line, Jensen had his own idea of being easy to use, and he continued the assembly line production model of Gastens without any psychological obstacles.

"The main thing is that a lot of parts don't match and can't be assembled."

The leading company commander continued to report, and Jensen checked it and found that there were certain errors between the parts produced in the various workshops, and it was these errors that prevented them from being assembled smoothly. Jensen tossed for a while, and found that if he only picked qualified parts and assembled them, his factory could only produce twenty or thirty rifles a day, which was far from meeting the needs of the front.

"Jensen, what are you going to do?" , the head of the guard, Straff, stood beside Jensen, a little curious.

"Since the accuracy of the parts can't be improved, we can increase the production. If only 20 pieces are qualified to do 100 pieces, we will make 400 pieces, won't we be able to meet the demand? ”

Jason? Schubert thought he had found a more suitable solution, he had just driven Gastens away, and he did not want to go back to beg him. Moreover, he also wanted to monopolize this credit alone, so how could he let Gastens interfere.

So, on the afternoon of the second day after taking over the factory, Jensen's new order came down, and all the workers doubled their working hours, from the original two shifts to four shifts, and rotated production 24 hours a day to ensure progress.

This mode of production did increase the speed of production at the factory, and by the fourth day, the factory's production of new Janssen rifles per day had increased by about eighty, although it was not as good as the more than two hundred rifles under the Gastens period, but it also gave Jensen hope of victory.

But soon, he encountered a new problem.

Because of staying up late and working overtime, a worker was cut by a forming lathe and broke an arm, and the whole workshop stopped because of this incident. Jensen, who had been concerned about the condition of the factory, rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

"Sir Jensen, the workers are so tired, and many of the worker brothers are now dozing off and working, which is dangerous. And Candace is very badly injured, I don't know if I can let him see a doctor. ”

As a representative of the workers, Gurakos reflected the workers' demands to Jensen in a clumsy Ryan language. Dozens of workers in the workshop gathered around Jensen, gossiping. Because of their emotions, their voices were noisy, which made Jensen a little uncomfortable.

"That's it! Give me all the quiet! ”

Jensen shouted, then turned to Steve and ordered Strav to "take this man to the doctor," and he turned to the workers.

"It's wartime, and you have to know who you are! If it weren't for us, you'd starve to death! Be honest with me! The fourth class is a death order, whoever doesn't fucking do a good job, Lao Tzu will drive him away immediately! Hear no! ”

It took a moment for the workers to roughly understand what Jensen meant, and they dared not speak out, and looked at Jensen in silence. Jensen, realizing that he had obtained the lives of the workers, told Strav to take care of them, and turned to leave.

But in fact, Jensen's high-handed policies did not have the effect of his tone. His four-shift policy and force of oppression greatly reduced the enthusiasm of the workers for production. On the fifth day after he took over the factory, there were many foreign grinders, and the productivity of the workers dropped significantly. The factory's output has dropped to around 50 bottles again, and it is getting farther and farther away from Jensen's goal of 300 pieces a day.

"No, do you have more soldiers over there? These workers are not our men and are not obedient", Jensen tried to find someone from Straf's men.

"Yes, yes, but this job is not something that can be learned in a day or two, if you change people, will the factory be affected?" , Strav began to be more objective.

"Since that's ......," Jensen was silent for a while, "then I can only make an example of the chickens!" ”

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On the sixth day, Amanda, a worker with a lot of resistance to Jensen? Tipton dozed off during production and was spotted by Strave's soldiers. They followed Strave's instructions and took Amanda? Tipton tied up and took him to the open space in the factory, and called all the workers.

"Listen to me, in this factory, my words are orders, and the production tasks of the factory are the whole meaning of your life! Whoever disobeys will end up with the same fate as him! ”

Jensen didn't talk nonsense, he was standing with Amanda who was tied up and forcibly pressed to the ground? Beside Tipton, his expression cold and serious. The two soldiers next to Tipton heard Jensen's words and began to pressurize the steam rifles. The workers around realized what Jensen was going to do, and began to shout and rush forward. But Strave's men stopped them.

In just a few moments, the pressurization of the steam rifles of the two soldiers was completed. One of the soldiers kicked Tipton down, aiming his rifle at the writhing worker on the ground. He turned his head to look at Jensen, and asked for instructions with his eyes.

"Look what I'm doing! Shoot! ”

The soldier didn't hesitate any longer, he gently pulled the trigger, and high-pressure steam gushed out of the cylinder, pushing the lead bullet out of the chamber and straight into Tipton's back, Tipton screamed and struggled even more violently.

"Bang! - Shhh ”

Another shot rang out, and the soldier next to him shot Tipton in the back of the head, and he threw himself twice on the ground and began to convulse. He was incontinent, and a foul smell began to emanate from the air.

"You killed him!!!"

Gurakos roared loudly in the crowd.

"That's right, I'll kill him", Jensen reached out and touched his nose, "He doesn't work well, I'm going to kill him!" If any of you don't do your job, be fucking careful! ”

The workers around Jensen were silent, their anger curtailed, their fists clenched, but powerless. Jensen looked around, seeing that everyone dared to be angry and dared not speak, knowing that his words had an effect, he sneered.

"I repeat one last time, in this factory, my words, are orders! The production task of the factory is the whole meaning of your life! I've got a fucking memory!! ”

Above the gloomy sky, snowflakes began to fall. Jensen finished speaking and left the clearing. The body of the worker, whom he had ordered to be killed, lay silently on the ground, like a statue of sorrow.