The test of three thousand rounds of high-intensity shooting ended successfully. Regarding this result, the audience could only express one surprise.
Star Tao cheered for her husband. Her petite body hugged Anne beside her and jumped up and down, moaning incoherently, just to vent her joy.
Since all the components are made by the factory directors involved in firearms production and some technicians who visit the shooting range, the general's success also represents his own great success.
As for the reporters, they all realized that they had indeed gotten some big news today!
More than one reporter wrote in his notebook: An efficient and stable weapon against invaders was successfully born in Novosibirsk.
There were thunderous applause and cheers from the crowd, and those who knew more about industrial production realized that this test had fully proved one thing: Novosibirsk’s metallurgical industry and military manufacturing capabilities have stood at the top of the great alliance, and are completely unmatched.
Lost to the superior factories of pre-war Leningrad.
This is all they can realize. Even the military commander himself cannot make a good estimate of the future of the new gun.
The vigorous experiment was over, and the scribes at the scene recorded a large number of detailed records, especially the newspaper reporters who also consumed a lot of film.
There is even a camera in it. The machine records the effect in black and white. The content is entirely the scene of a soldier holding a gun and shooting continuously. The camera left behind twenty minutes of film reels, which were sealed.
It became the most straightforward proof that the new gun shoots like a light machine gun.
After the experiment, thousands of people no longer need to stay in the military camp to blow the cold wind.
"Let's go, Comrade Berekov." The military district commander said to Yang Mingzhi: "I invite you to my military district headquarters."
"Oh? Are you a guest?"
"Of course! You are a guest, and I haven't been able to find you personally yet. Not only that, I also want to invite many people."
The commander came up with a lot of ideas. The so-called new gun's overall performance was incredibly strong, but its prospects were already very limited in his imagination. In short, it was a good gun, and with such a good thing, the Alliance must find a way to finalize it and mass-produce it.
It is impossible for future Red Army soldiers to be equipped with the old guns of the Tsarist Russia era. Look at this new gun. I am afraid that the plan to replace it with SVT40 can be completely deleted. The so-called "AАB42 assault rifle" will be installed in the future.
The purpose is to field new guns. Before that, a lot of preliminary work must be carried out.
For example, this new gun should be introduced to relevant industries and departments to gain their approval.
The commander of the military region did not hesitate to invite the mayor and the first secretary to the headquarters, and everyone gathered together to discuss the next step with General Berekov.
Important people were standing beside him. Yang Mingzhi looked around and saw that they were all local leaders in Novosibirsk.
"Let's go, Comrade General." Mayor Umov said with an urgent look on his face, "We must hold a small meeting now that the matter has come to this."
Meeting?
Yang Mingzhi, who was still immersed in the joy of victory, came up with a plan: "Is it a small meeting about firearms? Since it is a meeting, why don't we hold a press conference?"
"Press conference?" Medvedev was a little confused, "Is it necessary? Normally, we don't hold any press conference."
After all, the Soviet media in this time and space are all official, and all newspapers are media departments affiliated with the authorities, so they agree to be administrative departments.
Based on this situation, the transmission of major news is completely internal, so that reporters do not need to participate in person.
The commander of the military region still likes the old method: "If there are any details, we write a report and give it to the newspaper editor, and that's it."
"No!" Yang Mingzhi shook his head, "Please pay attention to the eyes of those comrade reporters. They really have a lot to say. They are too eager. We should give them a chance."
"this……"
"Please accept my proposal. After all, it is about firearms, and I, the chief designer, have an obligation to tell the public the facts."
The commander thought for a while and then leaned into Yang Mingzhi's ear: "I don't think the information about your new gun should be spread widely. I'm worried that some core secrets will be leaked."
"It doesn't matter, I'm free to use discretion."
Yang Mingzhi really didn't care, because there was almost no possibility of enemy spies in Novosibirsk. Moreover, would he reveal the key technical details? Of course not.
What's more, there is another fact. Germany began to develop the stg44 assault rifle in 1942, and the prototype gun was completed in 1942. Therefore, in that dimension, some old stg44s are still fighting in the hands of various resistance forces until the 21st century.
Just call it ak42, which would only make it more funny.
But the commander of the military region certainly didn't know this. He simply felt that the Soviet Union was the pioneer of the so-called assault rifles in the world. As a pioneer, it needed to be kept secret for the time being.
The two sides discussed it again and finally decided that each of the several official newspapers would send three reporters to the military headquarters. As for the others, they would be escorted by the military and return to their respective newspapers safely.
More and more people left, while many stayed and insisted on congratulating Yang Mingzhi.
The several factory directors, in particular, saw that the general, mayor and others' whispers had come to an end, so they boldly approached them.
Another polite praise, as if all the achievements were attributed to Yang Mingzhi alone. This kind of excessive praise makes people really embarrassed.
Yang Mingzhi, who was in high spirits, was too lazy to continue to be humble: "Well, I do have a lot of credit. As operators who implement the drawing process, you have no credit but hard work. You will all have a share in the leader's rewards in the future."
"Of course, we all have merit, and we are all prepared. If the superiors issue production orders, I will implement them immediately." It was Nikolayevsky who said this.
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but squint his eyes, knowing that it was this old guy who had the toughest attitude. The number of skilled workers was tight, and the production machinery was tight. The factory director suddenly changed his style. He must have seen the scene of crazy shooting, and his mentality completely changed.
Is that so?
Yang Mingzhi asked tentatively: "Okay. So Comrade Nikolayevsky, what stamping lathe do I need?"
"No problem! I can provide them all, including skilled workers! My attitude now is that the era of submachine guns will inevitably come to an end, and from now on it will be the era of assault rifles. I can't wait to write a report to my superiors now, and my factory might as well just produce new guns.
.This way we can better attack the invaders."
This is a pragmatic statement, and it is unrealistic to adjust the production of the entire 830 factory.
"I'm very happy that you have such a mentality. Now you should continue to focus on the production of submachine guns. We have to discuss the issue of assault rifles in the long term. There are no more matters for you here. Your factory still needs the director to be in charge. Go back quickly."
Nikolayevsky nodded, and together with several others, including Liguschkov, everyone left one after another. Indeed, it was a waste of time for them to continue to stay. By rushing back this time, they could continue to supervise and prevent foreign workers from working in their respective factories.
the emergence of phenomena.
A group of grown men exuded the smell of sweat and gunpowder smoke. Yang Tao was glad that he had been a soldier, otherwise he would have vomited on the spot when he smelled such a smell with his big belly?
The rough bearded men left the husband one after another, leaving only a few officials standing under the pavilion. Looking not far away, the husband's guards were packing the tested firearms into boxes, and there were also two bullets that had not yet been fired.
Degree of packaging.
The military camp also sent some soldiers, who were holding shovels and cleaning the bullet casings on the ground into frames.
Yang Tao took Anne's hand, leaned close to her husband at the right time, and said coquettishly in her silvery voice: "Brother, you really opened my eyes today."
The words were spoken in Chinese, and as soon as they came out, they immediately attracted the attention of others.
"Hey, General Berekov, your wife is like a child." the military commander joked.
"She is just a child, but she is also a hero of the Soviet Union." Umov shrugged, "General Berekov, what did your wife say?"
Yang Tao is also very knowledgeable, and with her husband here, she is not afraid of these older men.
A short figure pinched his waist: "Siring officers, you have all seen that the new gun designed by my husband will definitely bring about a revolution! We..."
"Okay! Stop talking. I've heard too many compliments today." Yang Mingzhi immediately interrupted his wife.
"Okay, I won't tell you. What else are you going to do next? Go back to your respective homes?"
"No!" The commander of the military region put on a kind expression on his old face. He gently bent down and looked at the little one with a bulging belly: "Comrade Berekova, we still want to talk to your husband.
Have a meeting."
"Oh, I understand." Yang Tao paused, feeling a little uncomfortable inside, but she still forced a smile and said, "You have a meeting, I understand."
She looked at her husband again and said in Chinese: "You go to the meeting. There will definitely be a banquet after the meeting. You can drink, but you can't drink too much. Please pay attention to your health."
"Yes, I will." Yang Mingzhi nodded, feeling pleased with himself.
What my wife said makes sense. No matter which country you are in, after a victory, it is reasonable to hold a celebration banquet.
Lao Maozi has always done a good job in this regard, and their celebration banquet also includes strong drinks. I am afraid that this time it will be really "unlucky".
After the experiment, all the firearms must be moved to the weapons design bureau. Yang Mingzhi deliberately gave Popov an order: "You must disassemble all the firearms into parts, and do not scrub or clean them. Take a magnifying glass and observe carefully."
, dismantle several parts of the gun and place them separately. Try to borrow a microscope for me to see if there are any small damages on the parts. I will analyze it myself after I go back."
Yang Mingzhi believes that his new gun can completely pass the mud pond test. Although this item is not included in today's test, it has been cooled by frequent immersion in water, which is no less extreme than being soaked in mud.
The firearm can still be used, but there must be internal problems that are invisible to the naked eye. Evaluating the impact of these inevitable damages on the mechanical performance of the firearm is a major task for the design bureau after the test.
Yang Tao and Annie, along with the people they brought with them, got on the car back, and in the end only Grishenko was left beside Yang Mingzhi.
Just now, thousands of people densely surrounded a small shooting range, and the military camp became even more lively. Now, only the people in military training are left, as well as the sound of goose-stepping and the majestic Ula roar.
"Okay, we are the only ones left here, as well as the reporter comrades." The commander of the military region rubbed his shoulders and signaled to Yang Mingzhi, "It's time for us to set off. We haven't had lunch, so at least we should eat some bread cubes first.
Cushion.”
Yang Mingzhi nodded deeply, and when he saw the commander of the military region rubbing his shoulders, he believed that the pain from the recoil of the firearm was now beginning to take effect.
Commander, if that's the case, wouldn't Grishenko's situation be worse? Since I didn't shoot many times, my shoulder still feels relaxed and natural.
It still took ten minutes to walk from the shooting range to the parking lot. Yang Mingzhi walked in high spirits. He followed behind the commander and observed the old guy's somewhat twisted back.
"You are fifty years old, and you have fired six hundred rounds of ammunition in a row. You are really a role model for me and a fighting nation." Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhi thought, isn't Grishenko even more of a berserker among the fighting nation?
?!
He motioned for Grishenko to come closer and asked quietly: "You fired a thousand rounds today. Honestly, does your arm hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt!"
"Bah, you're talking nonsense."
"Okay, it does hurt a little."
"It's really difficult for you. You are still wearing your shirt. After today's work, you will go to the hospital in the Academy of Sciences for treatment. I am worried that your shoulders may be bruised."
During the war, you can judge whether a young man is a soldier by looking at his palms and shoulders. The recoil of firearms will leave some marks on the human body, which are so-called special redness or bruises. It doesn't matter whether a veteran is a soldier or not.
This hurt a little, but the internal injuries were visible to the naked eye.
Yang Mingzhi believed that even if Grishenko could still straighten his arms, the area from his shoulders to his armpits would already be red.
…
After boarding the military vehicle, the convoy moved smoothly. Yang Mingzhi ate some bread in the vehicle. He had already learned that at seven o'clock in the evening, Medvedev would set up a special arrangement to entertain his lieutenant general.
At that time, the two lieutenant generals will face each other and drink vodka. Absolutely!
In the military vehicle, Yang Mingzhi could already think of the outcome of the night. He never worried about his drinking capacity, he just went back smelling of alcohol, and his wife had to complain no matter how good-tempered she was!
However, he had no right to refuse this kind of entertainment. The commander of the military region was in a good mood today. I am afraid that this old guy has not been in such a good mood for a whole year.
If you want to get strong support from local senior military and political personnel, the only way is to "collaborate" with them.
Drinking? It’s all a small problem.
Yang Mingzhi thought again and said to the commander of the military region where he was the co-pilot: "Comrade Commander, I haven't been to your office area yet. Do you have a guest house there?"
"certainly!"
"Okay, I just thought that if I got drunk I would have to sleep on a normal bed."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You are a lieutenant general, and I am also a lieutenant general. Whatever treatment I enjoy, you do the same. Dear comrade, we are close comrades in arms, aren't we..."
"Hey, close comrades. Indeed, we are indeed comrades in the trenches now."