While the three were communicating, a tank was dragged by a tank tractor at the factory gate and stopped at the gate with difficulty.
There was a man on the truck who was wearing a shabby military uniform, with oil stains on his body, and he was very embarrassed.
"Open the door, hurry up."
The visitor spoke in a rude manner. The security officer responsible for guarding the door looked at the visitor and did not come forward to argue.
The main thing is that this person has been here many times and they all know him.
"Section Chief Feng, why are you here again?"
The officer from the Security Section came forward to ask. Section Chief Feng patted the Type 59's rolled steel shell in annoyance. The banging sound represented his inner anger.
"Something goes wrong all day long. It's easy to deal with minor ailments, but what's going on with the engine?"
“I stopped running within an hour after I went out and turned off the engine.”
"If I didn't come here to find you, where would I go to find you?"
Section Chief Feng said with a sideways glance. The security officer also knew the general situation and understood that there must be something wrong with the factory equipment.
I can't help it, this kind of thing has happened a lot in the past two years.
One time I went out for a drill, and half of the 59s were parked on the side of the road. Pedestrians passing by thought they were resting, but in fact they were all broken down and left on the roadside.
Since then, there has never been an exercise of this scale here.
The factory personnel who received the news quickly ran out and sent the faulty tank to the repair room.
"Where is your director?"
Section Chief Feng looked at several people in the workshop busy dismantling the tank and asked Lao He next to him.
Lao He looked around and found that the director hadn't come back yet, so he explained, "I was just called to a meeting by the factory director!"
"There's so much going on!"
Section Chief Feng said something, then looked at the tank, "Old He, what's going on with your engine?"
"The Type 59 used to have many minor problems, let alone malfunctions. But now you see, they are inspected and repaired every three days."
"This time the engine stopped even more. What's going on?"
Lao He listened to Section Chief Feng's complaints and couldn't help it. He would have to check now to find out.
"We have no choice. As you know, the engines we use now are all made by ourselves. We haven't fully digested the technology yet. It would be good if we can put the materials to use. What can we do?"
After hearing Lao He's explanation, Section Chief Feng didn't say much.
This is a national condition and there is nothing he can do about it.
"When will it be repaired? I'm still waiting to go to work."
"Tear it down later and take a look!"
Section Chief Feng had no choice but to wait aside.
When the director returned to the workshop, he saw the Type 59 being disassembled and his heart sank.
"Lao Yu, you are back."
A familiar voice came from the side, and Director Yu immediately saw Section Chief Feng running over, with a forced smile on his face.
But I was on alert. Last time this guy came here, he bought a new one from them in the name of repairing the tank, saying it was for emergency use.
But the tank he finally repaired was driven back again, and again and again, the factory lost a tank in vain.
"Lao Feng, I didn't expect you to come over."
"Haha, Lao Yu, I was just thinking of looking for you. Come on, help me quickly to see what's going on and can it be fixed?"
"If it can't be repaired, you have to get me a new one. Your factory director had an agreement with our leaders back then."
Old Yu rolled his eyes, "Why don't you go talk to the factory director?"
"Forget it, it's our business, don't bother the leader."
Section Chief Feng smiled, then looked at the disassembled parts, revealing the engine inside, and asked curiously, "I'm not telling you, Lao Yu, this engine has been around for so many years, don't you want to replace it?"
"Everything goes wrong these days. Isn't there anything better in our country?"
Director Yu looked at the scene, turned around and said seriously, "Don't tell me, a machine factory in Sijiucheng made an eight-cylinder diesel engine two days ago. I heard it's pretty good and can reach 800 horsepower. How about you?"
Contact me?"
Section Chief Feng was stunned when he heard this.
But he quickly reacted, "Lao Yu, you are dishonest."
"I can still tell the difference between the eight-cylinder one and the twelve-cylinder one."
"Speaking of which, the performance of our production is quite good..."
...
Southern Fujian.
Continuous stretches of mountainous land are undulating here, and the winding mountain roads cannot be seen disappearing after inserting into the mountains.
And among these mountains, a tent suddenly appeared.
In the large tent in the middle, the situation of the exercise was constantly gathered, and then specialized personnel explained the current battle situation.
"I didn't expect that when you put a heavy truck on a rocket launcher, it would be so sharp."
"As expected of the Cyclone Troops."
The old man who spoke showed his short hair like a steamed bun and a steel needle, and he was very cheerful.
But the person he praised looked calm and felt very unhappy inside.
"Old Han, where did you get all these heavy cards? Why don't we have so many?"
Lao Han, who was sitting opposite, glanced at me and said, "Lao Zhu, just take advantage of this and behave yourself."
Lao Han did not answer Lao Zhu's question, but replied unconvinced.
Lao Zhu didn't care, "Haha, I can't help it, that's how this tractor is used. Our bison have gone into the mountains, so they naturally become wilder."
The busy staff in the headquarters heard the conversation between the two men holding guns and sticks, and they all moved away to make room.
"Hmph, don't be proud."
"This tractor is indeed suitable for fighting in this situation, and it also caught us off guard, but, haha..."
Lao Han didn't explain clearly, which made Lao Zhu frown on the side, his intuition told him that Lao Han was up to something.
Sure enough, after a while, a group of tanks were announced by the command to appear on the battlefield.
The direction of march seemed to be the mountainous area where the tractor was located.
'This is bad.'
Old Han glanced at it and continued to sneer.
"Bing, not squad leader."
The soldiers behind me ran over, very nervous.
At this moment, I was sitting on the wild boar forklift and was sleeping with my eyes closed.
This time I finally got on the last bus for this exercise. I thought I could follow behind to pick up some soup and talk to my comrades when I got home.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he became a peripheral employee, and the forklift he drove was even more useless.
When he heard someone calling him, Liu Jun quickly opened his eyes, and then asked slowly, "What happened?"
"Tanks, there are many tanks outside the mountainous area."
"Hmm? Did you see clearly?"
"Squad leader, I'm lying on the tree and can see clearly with a telescope. There should be thirty or forty cars at best."
When Liu Jun heard this, he immediately understood that the other party was here to pay off the goods.
At the moment, the bison are scattered and hiding in various places in the mountainous area, preparing to wait for the next round of orders. They cannot be organized at all, and they cannot complete the order in a short time even if they run.
"Old Liu, what should we do?"
To be continued...