"You can analyze it. You are also an S1 person. You should know their ideas more clearly. Why don't we use our design? We all agree that this is a good thing, otherwise we won't hide it and don't show it to you, right?" Ma Qian'an raised his face and asked Kirinenkov for advice.

Kirynenkov was very satisfied with the effect now, but he was unforgivable, "Don't ask me, how can I understand those granite heads? I'm not God."

"Oh! My uncle, you always analyze and reveal it, right?" Ma Qian'an was extremely embarrassed, but wanted to know the answer, so he had to continue to sharpen his mind.

Kirienakov put away his attitude of teasing Ma Qian'an, squatted upright on the side of the road and looked at the schematic diagrams and technical indicators of the two things, and his mouth was filled with a sound.

"Tsk tsk, good things, good things, but don't get me wrong. I mean these two things are good things for you. For us, the effect is only average. No wonder those wood minds look down on them."

"Why?" Ma Qian'an felt that he could know something from the old man, so he stared at him and asked.

"These two things of yours have a great effect in small-scale combat, but they are not suitable for large-scale cluster combat. Our Soviet military tactics are artillery and firepower. Of course, they do not pay much attention to weapons that can only be used in small areas. Look at your walkie-talkie's range of application is only two kilometers. What's the use of this? For example, you can hear a fart. What other walkie-talkie is used? The direct shooting distance of this rocket launcher is only more than 20 meters, and the mortar can hit 50 meters, which is much farther than yours, so your thing is only suitable for close-range harassment and guerrilla combat."

After hearing this, Ma Qian'an said, "I'm sorry."

When Kirinenkov saw Ma Qian'an's bird-like appearance, he asked in a angrily voice: "You kid, are you wrong? If I had known that you would not be able to bear criticism like this, I wouldn't have any advice. Do you have any opinions?"

"What if I could increase the distance of the walkie-talkie to 17 kilometers? What if I could increase the distance of the bazooka launcher to 40 meters? Also, can your Soviet army only fire the * guns and not engage in hand-to-hand combat?"

Kiryenkov glared at him, "Then why don't you tell them? This indicator is very good, can it be used?"

Ma Qian'an suddenly got discouraged and replied dejectedly: "I said it, but they don't believe it and don't want to provide technical support. You know, relying on these people, existing funds and parts, the results I just mentioned cannot be achieved."

Seeing that Ma Qian'an softened again, Kirienakov felt a little pity, and he interjected: "If these two weapons can really achieve the effect you mentioned based on the best parts of the existing ones, I am really interested in taking over. How about it? I am really willing to give it to me?"

Ma Qian'an gritted his teeth, "I'd like to give it away! As long as you always like it, as long as you always don't forget to fight for some benefits for us Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, I will give you all this and I won't feel sorry for you!"

"I really don't feel sorry?" Kirinenkov teased.

"No pain!"

"If you don't feel sorry, let go of your hand. Don't always hold on to the drawings and don't let go, and it will be torn apart in a while."

“How do you plan to improve these things?”

"Say again, I never let go of my promise halfway. Let me go, you miser!" Kiryenkov snatched the drawings, rolled the drawings into paper tubes in a few handfuls, and handed them to the subordinates standing behind him. "I have to repeat that. I am not a God or a God. I don't know much about electronics, but I have friends in this field. They are real experts. They are not a little better than the masters and doctors of Moscow. So, boy, if you find the right person, your creativity and early work will never be in vain."

"..." Ma Qian'an said with sincerity: We also have experts, but we are all in Huangyadong Arsenal. The distance water cannot quench our thirst in the near future. Alas! It's a bargain. Ma Qian'an looked at Kirinenkov's satisfied look and suddenly remembered something.

"Don't forget, but the submachine gun I helped you study for you. This is the submachine gun named after you. I heard that because of this achievement, you have been promoted to a colonel." Ma Qian'an glanced at Kirienkov's ejection, "Tsk tsk, it's all at the level of the deputy army. What did I get? The one thousand submachine guns I promised to be dragged and refused to give them. How can I believe you?"

"You boy turned the small intestines with me again, right? Didn't you ask me to keep it a secret and not reveal it? What do you think of me? An ungrateful person? You brat, a cunning fox, Grandet." Kirinenkov felt insulted and shouted at Ma Qian'an, "I've got those thousand guns for you long ago. You have sent people to take them away, why are you still coming to ask for the accounts?"

…?, Did you really take it away? I was so busy that the guy in charge of training didn’t inform me? Oh! This is so ugly!

The people around him watched the old and the young dance, and sometimes they looked like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years, and sometimes they looked like a pair of enemies. They were blushing and had a rough neck and were very complacent and loud. They couldn't help but be stunned and were happy to look at the diorama.

"Don't always say this, if you trust me, you can take it back!" Kirienenkov angrily put the drawings into Ma Qian'an's arms, and his reluctance in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed, but this tone must be fought for. Who do you think of my senior military industry as? I have never seen you like this.

"No! How can I change my mind after I promised it?" Ma Qian'an hurriedly retreated.

"Hmph! Then I'll keep it. Judging from your carefulness, I'll say it again. We both share the research results. Why don't you even understand the respect of the elderly? Hum?"

Ma Qian'an looked around and suddenly laughed: "Hahahahaha! That's good, that's good! I can trust what you said." The laughter was so artificial and unnatural that the people around him couldn't bear to see it, but they could not bear to look at it.

Wei Zijian narrowed his eyes and muttered whisper: "Captain Ma, please stop laughing, be creepy!"

Ma Qian'an stopped this unnatural laugh, glared at Wei Zijian, who was destroying his emotions, and asked Kirienenkov awkward, "When will you go back to do this work? We are in a hurry here."

"I'm anxious? Then be nice to me! This way, it's not easy for me to come to Moscow. If it weren't for you, would I have come here with my old arms and legs? But since I'm here, I should also visit my old friends. Soon, I'll leave in two or three days, and I'll come again in three days. At that time, you have to give me some people familiar with this job, not many, one project at a time."

"Okay, no problem, Wei Zijian, Sun Chengfang, you two follow me." After Ma Qian'an gave the order, he introduced the two to Kirinakov and agreed on the time and place of the meeting.

After Kirinenkov led his subordinates who were holding the drawings into the car with satisfaction, Wei Zijian bulged his eyes and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Captain Ma, why did you ask me to go back? I haven't looked at Moscow yet?"

"You guys, just want to play. Do you know what it means to our Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers one day earlier? What does it mean to our Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army in the Central Plains? It means living life! It means we no longer have to carry the ** bag to bomb the artillery tower, do you understand?" Ma Qian'an gently slapped Wei Zijian, "Give you two days off, go shopping in Moscow and see this paradise on earth. One day, when we kill the RB devils, we will build such a beautiful city, no, ten or one hundred."
Chapter completed!