To produce a strong cavity effect, the bullet must release the warhead energy quickly after hitting the target. To achieve this, either use a light bullet with a small weight, or use a flat-head or concave-head bullet. Ballistic stability must be taken into consideration,
A suitable killing range, a pointed tip and a stern, and a light weight bullet. A small beryllium copper low carbon steel bullet with a six millimeter level of intermediate power will be more effective.
Of course, firearms experts from various countries can easily come up with a theorem: the energy of a bullet that inflicts damage to personnel is equal to the kinetic energy of the bullet when it exits the barrel, minus the kinetic energy of the bullet hitting the target.
The standard 54r full-power rifle bullet most commonly used by the Soviet army has very violent kinetic energy, but its warhead is so heavy that the cavity effect of the bullet is not good. This is because the warhead is very long, and the impact after hitting the human body is
Rolling is more lethal. Because the warhead is long and heavy, its stopping ability is also good.
In contrast, Yang Mingzhi does not intend to enter the field of six-millimeter warheads overnight.
Taking too big a step can easily twist your hips. He completely trusted the current technological level of the Soviet Union. By providing him with super-era technology, he was able to develop a small-caliber assault rifle in just a few months, a small-sized weapon with a terrifying cavity effect.
"Poison bullets" kill enemies.
It's too advanced! These old guys must have a natural distrust of smaller bullets.
They are a nation that believes that bigger means stronger, especially during wars. Being able to convince a few people that intermediate-power bullets have better combat effects is already a great achievement.
Historically, the Soviet Union decided to completely replace small-caliber assault rifles and 5.45 mm caliber bullets because the United States fully used small-caliber assault rifles.
Bullets have become smaller and lighter, and the cavity effect has brought about several times more damage than a simple warhead.
During World War II, a soldier often carried 120 rounds of full-power rifle ammunition. In the 21st century, some crazy American soldiers could even carry 1,000 rounds of small-caliber intermediate-power ammunition.
In a sense, the history of human firearms development is a gradual history of smaller and smaller calibers of projectiles.
Carrying more bullets further enhances the soldier's sustained combat effectiveness.
Yang Mingzhi certainly knows the benefits of small-caliber bullets. Now, he must make a compromise choice.
In this era, the Soviet Union, Germany, the United States, and even Japan were all researching small-caliber bullets. Countries were still in the exploratory period, and there were already a variety of laboratory-level bullets.
Because of the conservatism of the arms procurement departments of various countries, no country has plans to fully replace its military with assault rifles in the 1940s.
Until the war situation became extremely critical, the German army was forced to install assault rifles and intermediate-power ammunition on a small scale.
The 7.62x39mm bullet is Yang Mingzhi’s compromise choice. Perhaps it is not the most preferred, but it is definitely a bullet that can be mass-produced quickly.
He felt that the assault rifle he had developed this time would most likely become an epoch-making product in the history of Soviet firearms. As for whether it could have the glory of a cartridge rifle, only time would tell.
Although he has been praised, only experiments on the shooting range can prove all the design theories. After all, if the mouth is on his head, he can boast to the sky.
Yang Mingzhi was very interested in visiting the firearms factory in the afternoon.
He was not there to check discipline, but simply to observe how the workers worked and what equipment was available.
All his remarks at the meeting were recorded in a book by professional clerks. There are still some people who can quickly understand the contents of these Russian shorthand, such as Mayor Umov.
Umov prepared a good lunch for everyone attending the meeting, including fried meat, sausages, and sour rye basil. Compared with the meals of ordinary people, the lunch was already very rich.
"I heard that Comrade Mayor is very busy? He told me before that he planned to come and have lunch with us." Yang Mingzhi complained to the mayor's first secretary while holding a glass of wine.
"Oh, dear comrade general, I'm very sorry. The mayor and first secretary have been busy since they took up this position. So you can see now that in Novosibirsk during the war, the entire city was operating at full capacity."
Yang Mingzhi nodded deeply. The secretary was indeed a secretary, and his speech still needed some translation.
In short, Umov and other senior officials basically used busy work as an excuse to not attend the dinner.
Perhaps they were afraid of being guilty of "war-time extravagance"?
"Okay..." Yang Mingzhi gently swayed the red wine in the goblet, "The meeting has made a breakthrough. Soon, my new weapon will be dedicated to the leader as a gift, and the entire alliance will be excited about it."
So, Umov really went to inspect and supervise lower-level departments again?
He did go and returned in a hurry at eleven o'clock. After that, he sat in his office and waited for the clerk who was sent out to submit the first-hand minutes of the meeting.
The document was placed on Umov's desk, and he could understand the words that were scratched out like chicken claws. As he looked at them, the contents became unclear.
"What's going on?!" he asked the clerk, "They were studying firearms, why did they start studying bullets? The key is, what about the details? Why didn't you record the details?"
"Ah! I'm sorry, Comrade Mayor, they used a lot of professional vocabulary and I couldn't understand it."
"You don't understand at all? Aren't you an employee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
"Yes. General Berekov's knowledge is inscrutable. I..."
"Forget it, let's show the document to Comrade First Secretary as usual. I hope he can understand a thing or two."
A layman can really only watch the excitement, but Umov at least understands one thing. The general's wife said that she was actually a close comrade-in-arms of the heroic sniper Speroskina.
"It seems that I need to know more about this general..." Umov thought for a moment, sent the clerk out, and closed the door. He took out his pipe, stuffed some tobacco, and leaned against the wood.
He smoked leisurely in his chair, his shiny mind deep in thought.
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The afternoon schedule must be changed.
"My dear, how about you go home and go to bed first? It seems that shopping is really going to be delayed."
"Well, you don't mean what you say..." Yang Tao muttered.
"Oh." Yang Mingzhi was a little embarrassed, "I'll make it up to you in the future, okay. I'll buy you whatever you want."
"Forget it." Yang Tao, who was pretending to be angry, put down his pouted mouth and said with a smile, "I'm not a bad woman. I just listen to you, but you have to come back early."
"Of course, I also listen to you."
Is it possible to go home early after a visit and inspection? Yang Mingzhi promised his wife, but he had no confidence at all.
Lunch time was short. Everyone said goodbye to the secretary sent by the mayor personally, and then they all went to the parking lot.
"Comrade General, I don't mind if you bring your wife. I have never objected to women entering the arsenal, because almost all of my factories are young female workers." Nikolayevsky held on to the public car of his factory.
, said to Yang Mingzhi.
"Oh? It seems that the main force of production in your factory is actually a woman?!" Yang Mingzhi asked pretending to be surprised.
"Of course! Not only women, there are also many pioneers working voluntarily for their beloved motherland, and there are even some experienced old people."
"Very good, even so, my wife should go back and rest. She is pregnant, and I am worried that the lingering smell of engine oil in the factory will induce pregnancy reactions in her."
"No!" Yang Tao's sudden refusal caught people off guard.
Why did she suddenly change her mind? It was all because of what Nikolayevsky said: the so-called main force in factory production is women.
"It seems that I should go and take a look." Yang Tao suddenly made up his mind, "I am also a woman, I should go and take a look at their work."
Logically speaking, she should go back to rest. Yang Mingzhi thought about it for a while and realized that it was not impossible for her to follow.
"Well, I hope you can gain something." Yang Mingzhi agreed to his wife's whim.
"That's fine. Our car has a big seat." Nikolayevsky shrugged, "Then, please sit in my car."
"Okay, I'll go to your factory first, and then to other people's factories. Grishenko!"
"Here!" the second lieutenant hurried over.
"You drive the car home, do you understand?"
"But, General, you need guards. Maybe we..."
"You obey the general's orders." At this time, Liguschkov stood up and became a "guard" himself, and then even assured Carambola: "Besika, you don't have to worry about anything. I will accompany you the whole time."
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"I understand." Yang Tao bowed lightly, "Uncle, you are someone I trust."
Star Tao looked at her husband's face and got into the car first.
"Okay, let's get ready to leave." Yang Mingzhi stretched his arms, "Next, it's time for our visit. Comrade Nikolayevsky, let's go. I hope I can gain something significant."
During the entire meeting, it was Nikolaevsky who spoke the most. He was good at questioning, and his outstanding personal talents were undoubtedly demonstrated.
Until now, the box of gifts prepared by Yang Mingzhi has not been unpacked. After answering questions at the meeting, Yang Mingzhi fully believed that it was quite appropriate to give the gift only to this person.
Besides, the purpose of giving the gift is to obtain a stamping lathe.
Since the result of some communication is that this person is interested in the "new project" and the use of the stamping lathe has been approved, then in order to enhance friendship, wait until he arrives at his factory and give the gift directly.
Sitting on the soft leather seat of the car, Yang Mingzhi thought so.
He was in a good mood and looked forward to the next visit.
The car headed straight towards Nikolayevsky's factory, and the vehicle completely entered the industrial area. This part of the city, with its towering and smoking chimneys, and the dull rumbling sounds that came and went, already interpreted a kind of large factory.
industrial aesthetics.
However, industrial areas are the source of urban smog.
In extraordinary times, no one cares about environmental protection at all, not even producers and workers, who are even willing to sacrifice their sleep time to produce.
Most factories adopt a very strict work and rest system, and workers are forced to work overtime, often up to twelve hours a day.
The vast majority of workers are women. Up to now, there are more than 8 million women working in various factories. They have to work harder than male workers in peacetime, but the high-intensity labor only earns them subsistence food.
But they are willing to fight hard. They are either wives or mothers, and their husbands and sons are fighting bloody battles on the front line.
Seeing that he was interested in the bonus sitting in the car, Nikolayevsky once again proudly introduced: "General, have you seen these factories? The area with the densest chimneys is the largest steel factory in the city.
Steel ingots and steel plates can be transported to various factories in the city as soon as possible, and in just one day, they can be turned into the firearms that soldiers urgently need."
"Oh! That's right! I really admire the efficiency of the Soviet Union."
"Of course, the Soviet Union was great. You may not believe it, but as far as I know, more than half of the workers in the First Steel Plant are young women."
Hearing what he said, how could Yang Mingzhi not find it interesting?
"What? Are you... letting women serve as firearms assemblers? I think it is completely feasible and necessary, but the steel-making workers are also women."
"Dear general, you must not underestimate Soviet women. In Novosibirsk, you must realize that women here bear far more material production pressure than men."
"Okay! But I still think that men need to do such high-risk and physical work as steelmaking. Now that the current situation is tense, we have to let women do it."
"Yes, all the men have gone to war! So I hope you won't be too surprised when you arrive at my factory."
Halfway through the man's words, Yang Mingzhi felt a little strange. All the workers in the factory were women. There was nothing strange about this.
What's more, women are generally careful about work such as the final assembly of firearms, and they are naturally suitable for this work.
The car finally turned into a simple gate. Yang Mingzhi noticed the wooden sign at the gate, which had the number of the arsenal in Russian: Factory 830.
The Soviet Union gave each of its military factories a numerical number. As for what kind of production the factory was engaged in, there was no indication in the number.
Of course, the factory also has its own set of names. In most cases, either out of confidentiality or more out of convoluted words, workers always refer to their work units by their work unit numbers.
Factory 830 specializes in manufacturing submachine guns. There are currently fifteen factories in the entire alliance that produce submachine guns like this.
In the beginning, there was only one factory producing Popod submachine guns. With the outbreak of the war, the army urgently needed large-scale equipment of individual light weapons with powerful firepower. Popod's process was significantly modified, resulting in a slight decline in quality and a huge increase in output.
Posa submachine gun.
By September 1942, a large number of non-professional factories began to produce submachine guns. Nikolaevsky was transferred to the factory, and then the factory accepted organizational reorganization. Before that, the factory actually produced metal kitchen utensils.
The vehicle had stopped, and through the glass Yang Mingzhi could hear the clanging and clanking sounds in the factory area.
"It seems that the workers are in full swing."
"Of course, please come down and visit! I hope you won't be smelled by the smell of engine oil in the factory."
"It doesn't matter!" Yang Mingzhi shrugged and said with a smile: "We military workers may all regard the smell of engine oil as the fragrance of flowers. Alas, mechanical processing cannot be separated from lubricating oil, just like men cannot be separated from women. So Comrade Factory Director.
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"Please speak."
"My wife should not go to the factory. How about you find a place for her to rest?"
"sure."
"No! I'm going to take a look." Of course, Yang Tao had her own ideas, so she broke away from her husband's shackles.
"Hey, why are you so disobedient?"
"No, I will be willful this time."
"You're still pregnant, so don't smell the engine oil."