Episode 27 The prototype of the freak

After the first question asked Chen Rongxuan, the second question immediately went straight to the fourteenth princess.

"I am a reporter from Le Figaro in Nanjing," a tall French reporter stood up and said directly in Chinese. "Your Highness, Princess Liaoyang, as we all know, you were the princess of the Qing royal family. What do you feel special about participating in a military operation against the Qing Dynasty? In addition, you were the highest officer of the Adhesive Office of the Secret Service of the Qing Empire. Does this identity play a crucial role in this military operation? Or what kind of intelligence convenience did you provide? Thank you."

After the French reporter asked, there was a silence in the hall, and all the reporters were lowering their heads and preparing to write shorthands on the notebook. All the photographers prepared the spotlights, and dozens of lenses were aimed at the fourteen princesses on the stage.

The fourteenth princess was uncomfortable, lowered her head, leaned against a chair, put her hands on her knees, grabbed her gloves and skirts, and had a gloomy face. From time to time, she looked up at the many reporters in front of her.

Every time she raised her eyes, several cameras flashed brightly below her. She had never experienced such a scene. Her eyes were so irritated by the spotlight that she couldn't open, her mind was dizzy, and her heart was so nervous that she was about to jump out. She forgot all the responses she had taught her to Xiaoqiang, but her lips were gently moved, and she didn't know what to say.

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the fourteenth princess with some concern, but in full view of everyone, he could only take a look at it at most.

A reporter below took the opportunity to ask:

"Your Highness, Princess Liaoyang, I am a reporter from Jinling Daily. Since you came to the Ming Dynasty, you have been living in seclusion and not accepting interviews. Today, have you been under pressure from the government or the royal family? Also, Your Majesty said that you have the right to not accept all interviews. Your Highness, Princess, do you think this promise has practical value?"

"Your Highness, I am a reporter from the New Century News," another reporter asked, "Did you volunteer to serve as a senior official of the People's Guard? Have you been forced? Do you feel that the Ming government needs to take you out as a flag to allow you to hold an important position?"

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Although Xiang Xiaoqiang was used to reading the Ming Dynasty newspapers, and often laughed at the government and made fun of officials, he was still sweating when he heard these bold questions. However, judging from the reactions of other reporters present and the officials on the stage, this was obviously commonplace. Except for the fourteenth princess, no official on the stage seemed to have been offended. They just seemed quite embarrassed, and they all looked at the fourteenth princess, hoping that she would clarify quickly.

The fourteenth princess lowered her head and sat in the chair, her face turned red and white, and simply closed her eyes and let the spotlight below thrust over it.

Hundreds of reporters below were dissatisfied and made noises, stomping their feet and making noises.

Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't care, so he turned his body sideways and whispered to the fourteenth princess:

"Tell me quickly... and as agreed: After you came to the Ming Dynasty, you felt the difference between the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty. You felt that the real country should be like this... and the hatred of killing your father and destroying the family, so..."

Seeing Xiang Xiaoqiang and the Fourteenth Princess whispering instructions, the reporters below were even more reluctant and shouted, asking to interview the Fourteenth Princess alone. At the same time, the spotlight flashed densely, and Xiang Xiaoqiang was lying in the sneaky image of the Fourteenth Princess' ears and was suddenly taken into the front page photos of dozens of newspapers.

"Your Highness Princess, what are you?" One of the reporters shouted, "So what about your princess? Her Majesty the Queen has never left us like this!"

One sentence aroused the sympathy of the reporters, and more people shouted:

"Your Highness Princess, this is the Ming Dynasty, not your Qing Dynasty! The rules are different!"

"Are you more arrogant than His Majesty?"

...

The fourteenth princess' chest was undulating. Hearing this last sentence, he raised his chin and swept around, then stood up in the "bang bang" flash, hummed contemptuously, left the seat, and left.

The whole hall was stunned, and a hundred people were staring at the gate of the hall. Outside the hall, there were only neat bluestone bricks, white marble guardrails, and the sky in the distance.

...

Xiang Xiaoqiang was extremely angry. He didn't expect that the Fourteenth Princess had seen such a big world and would be fooled at this time, or he still didn't understand the biggest difference between the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty.

But after being angry, Xiang Xiaoqiang stood up as soon as possible, comforted the reporter with a smile, and explained while saying good things, that Princess Liaoyang was not pretending to be an air. She was really used to being low-key. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with so many media...

Xiang Xiaoqiang sensitively captured the meaning of the fourteenth princess leaving - at least with his actions, he made the reporters understand: No one in the entire Ming Dynasty could force her to do something she didn't want to do. Even if she carried out Her Majesty the Queen, it would be useless.

Alas, this is much more effective than a hundred explanations. I wonder if there is such a purpose in it when she left.

It is estimated that the 14th Princess will be named "the most personal princess in the world" by the media.

In the next press conference, Shen Rongxuan and Xiang Xiaoqiang became the protagonists.

The reporters asked many questions one after another. Among them, those involving politics and diplomacy were answered by Shen Rongxuan and two ministers. Those involving military affairs were answered by Xiang Xiaoqiang and the two commanders. Perhaps in order to make up for the dissatisfaction caused by the fourteenth princess' exit from the stage, the officials on the stage were all assigned to each other. As long as there were no confidentialities, they would try their best to answer any questions.

Somehow, after the fourteenth princess left the stage, Xiang Xiaoqiang felt relieved, as if he was in the best state. He smiled and resolved many tricky and sharp problems one by one.

The press conference did not end until noon.

...

Xiang Xiaoqiang returned to the headquarters and wanted to talk to the fourteenth princess to comfort her. However, Xiuxiu came up to him as soon as she saw him and whispered:

"Sir, the people who are refining the Fengshou are here again. They have brought the improved version of l-36."

"Hmm? Where are people?"

“In the waiting room.”

Xiang Xiaoqiang thought for a while and said:

"Please."

"yes."

The Lianfenghao did what he said, and he sent the improved sample gun within half a month. Sure enough, it was completed on the ninth day. The representative of the sample gun was Zhao Quanrui last time. Seeing that he smiled this time, he seemed to be very confident. Xiang Xiaoqiang had a good premonition and felt that the improved submachine gun might be good.

When I opened the gun box, there was a submachine gun with a dark metallic color lying inside. It looked the same as last time, but the feeling was a bit different. How to say it, this time the metallic feeling was stronger, cold and gloomy, and it felt like it was cold and sarcastic.

Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't take it out, but just slowly stroked the gun with his hand, feeling the real difference. The materials in several places were different. Last time I touched it, most of the places looked like aluminum, but this time I really felt steel.

He raised the gun from the box and weighed it in his hand. It felt a little heavier than last time, but it wasn't much heavier. The barrel was a little thicker. This was obviously obvious.

Xiang Xiaoqiang held the submachine gun, gestured a few times in the office, made a few aiming movements, and carried the strap on his shoulder, then pulled the magazine off and inserted it. It felt very good and solid, not as swaying as last time.

“How much?”

He asked.

Zhao Quanrui said with a smile:

"Not including magazine 3.49 kg, plus live magazine, the total gun weighs 4.14 kg."

Xiang Xiaoqiang remembered that last time he told them that the weight of the improved version should not exceed 3.5 kilograms. Now the weight they made is actually 3.49 kilograms, which can be said to be stuck in the upper limit. He couldn't help but sigh that these designers are all geniuses!

The weight of the gun increased by 0.47 kg. Although the weight gain was limited, the overall feeling was much solid. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect.

Xiang Xiaoqiang felt that if the heat dissipation performance of the gun was greatly improved this time of live ammunition shooting, then this l36 would be a classic weapon. As a military standard weapon, this would be perfect.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and nodded, and ordered consultant Wang Hexiang to take Xiuxiu and a group of guards, and drive to the shooting range of Xiaoling Guard People's Guards with Zhao Quanrui.

...

In the shooting range, Xiang Xiaoqiang personally fired four magazines, a total of 120 rounds of bullets. Of course, the barrel was very hot, but the front of the magazine was no longer so hot. Moreover, the white smoke emitted from the bolt and barrel was much less. It was obviously much better than the last time.

Wang Hexiang looked at the gun repeatedly with the eyes of an arms expert, and finally looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang and nodded with a smile.

"Okay," Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and patted Zhao Quanrui on the shoulder, "This gun and the new drawings are all here first. Wait until Qi Shun's delivery is delivered. If your things are not compared by them, then you will be."

When Zhao Quanrui saw that Xiang Xiaoqiang and Wang Hexiang were both satisfied, his heart fell to the ground. As for his competitor Qi Shunfa, he was not too worried. The l36 designed by his company has obviously been highly praised by the Party A, and it can be said that it is relatively balanced and perfect in all aspects. In light weapon shooting, good works are often hard to come by, and the chances of the appearance of excellent works are very low. The probability of the two excellent works being placed in the A aspect at the same time can only be lower.

In addition, there are also commercial spies in Qishunfa. According to some information, Qishunfa's submachine gun shooting has not been smooth, and it has been changed again and again, and it has been almost turned into a monster. It would be strange if the People's Guard can like it. The whole line of the Lianfeng has confidence. The day when Qishunfa's sample gun is delivered, the time when the order belongs to the Lianfeng.

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Qishunfa Military Industry Company.

In the workshop, the boss stared at the first sample gun he had just finished the car, and then at the chief designer in front of him, feeling like he was crying but not crying.

For several months, the company has designed, modified, and designed again. The more it is changed, the more outrageous it becomes, and the more it becomes more and more obsessed. Until now, I saw that the other person's Ruifeng had sent the sample gun twice in a row, but I didn't send it anymore. Seeing that the large order was about to lose my fate, I was so sad that I took the lead and made my first sample gun.

The boss picked up the "monster" in front of him, which was long, heavy, slow in firing speed, did not meet the requirements, and had a complex structure. He pulled the gun and killed the designer in front of him.

This... nothing can meet the requirements of the commander!

But the chief designer in front of him, with a bald forehead and a messy and white hair on both sides, as if Einstein’s old man also admired this "monster" very much and always highly recommended it. He used to design light weapons as a genius, but why did he become a fool this time?

"Look," Einstein touched his precious work with a smile. "Although this gun weighs 4.5 kilograms, its theoretical firing rate is only 450 rounds per minute, although it is almost all cutting parts, and its structure is very complex and its cost is very high. Although it is 9 mm, I made it 7 mm, although..."

"Okay!! Enough!!" The boss was so angry that he was about to slap the table and said unbearable, "Just say 'but'! Is this thing a little advantage?"

"have!"

"Einstein" stared at him and said firmly:

"It has a very long range and is very accurate! It is more accurate than all submachine guns in the world!"

The boss was so angry that his chest hurt, and he waved his hand:

"Okay, you need to say nothing, aren't you talking about light machine guns... What they want is a submachine gun, you got a light machine gun for a few months..."

The chief designer shook his head again and said firmly again:

"This is not a light machine gun! It can be much lighter than a light machine gun!"

"Then you say what you are!" The boss sneered, "Don't fool me anyway and say it's a submachine gun!"

"This is a kind of gun...it's a gun between a submachine gun and a light machine gun!"

The boss couldn't bear it anymore:

"It's just a lot of questions? Not to mention the battlefield, if you can hit 200 times on the shooting range, you won't have any problems, thank goodness... You're simply trash."
Chapter completed!