"It is indeed a good wine." Nikolayevsky sat in his seat naturally, took off his hat, and looked at the young general in front of him calmly.
"General Berekov." He said slowly, "I know exactly why you are here. Okay, I will comply with your request."
"Okay... okay. Why do you look a little depressed? What happened?"
"It's nothing big, it's just an order issued by a superior. My factory got the production plan for October. On the 31st of October, our factory must produce 20,000 qualified submachine guns. As you know, producing so many
Theoretically, firearms are completely feasible, but workers will have to sacrifice all their free time. I am a little anxious, it seems that I will not be able to sleep well next month."
"It is indeed a troublesome thing. Alas, as long as your factory increases its manpower, it will not be a problem to meet the output of 20,000 pieces."
"Really?" Nikolayevsky forced a smile, "By November, I plan to double the number of on-the-job employees. By that time, I'm afraid that the production tasks assigned to me by my superiors will be
Forty thousand. I understand that the war is very fierce now and I must step up production. It seems that I have to use some special means. I used to be very opposed to children suspending their studies to produce weapons, but now I can’t. I must complete the national task. It seems that I have to
Bring my son back, and instead of letting that brat help in the rifle factory, he should go back to his father's factory."
The topic became a little more relaxed, and Yang Mingzhi relaxed his nervous mind.
Nikolaevsky sighed, and then puffed up his chest: "I heard that you are here to send some drawings. According to the mayor, they are a new type of light machine gun."
"Yes."
Through a gesture with his eyes, Grishenko quickly presented the drawings.
Yang Mingzhi quickly said: "Please take a look! I hope you can start production immediately and try to make the parts I need within three days."
Nikolaevsky, who had been a little sad just now, entered a state of meticulousness after seeing the drawings.
He also took out his reading glasses from the drawer and carefully looked at the entire drawing. Then he looked at the craft card and compared it with the drawing.
Although he is older, his mind is still good. For example, he produced an assault rifle a few days ago, and many details of the related drawings are still fresh in his memory.
After mobilizing his memory and comparing it with the existing drawings, ten minutes passed and he came to a very clear conclusion.
"Dear General, it seems that what you call a squad machine gun is a machine gun modification of your assault rifle. No, it should be a technical modification."
"That's right." Yang Mingzhi smiled, "I almost made modifications around the barrel. Most of the parts have remained unchanged. Especially the gun box part, you still use the old mold and the old method to stamp it. As for those places that have been modified
I made adjustments and marks on the drawings. I think experienced workers will perfectly implement the drawing process."
"They will indeed implement it. Now let's talk about the important things. Comrade General, do you want us to complete production in multiple pieces?"
"I just said it will be completed within three days."
"Three days? No, it's too long." Nikolayevsky tightened his mouth and said unceremoniously: "Now I have to tell you the current situation. Because my superiors have increased the production tasks for next month, I have to
If we don’t adjust the workers’ working hours from now on, I will overfulfill the tasks this month and the extra submachine guns will be hoarded until next month, thus reducing the work intensity of the workers next month.”
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"So, your drawings are already here. After dinner time, the comrades working the night shift will start to work. They can produce it immediately according to your drawings."
"Wow?! So fast?"
"Of course, those teams will still be responsible for the production of your new gun parts. They already have experience and the production rate will be extremely high. What do you think? I think that maybe after one night, by tomorrow morning, there will still be twenty sets of parts
, I will send the messenger to your design bureau, what do you think?"
Now it seems that Nikolaevsky has been prepared for a long time. How else can Yang Mingzhi express his position on this? He can only happily salute a military salute to show respect.
Looking into Yang Mingzhi's eyes, Nikolayevsky looked at the young general like an old father. He stood up, his thin figure still looking thick and reliable.
"Come on, Comrade General, I will send your drawings to the relevant teams now. If you don't mind, please follow me down to the workshop."
"Okay! I just wanted to visit again."
…
As the brand new drawings were handed out and they learned that it was Berekov's new gun, the lathe team in charge of production became excited and made a promise to Yang Mingzhi.
Each punch or milling machine has a team responsible for it, and Nikolayevsky made some surprise adjustments to the existing teams.
The purpose of the adaptation is only one. It is said that people can sleep and machines cannot stop. However, a few days ago, some machines were shut down late at night.
The original two teams were merged into one, and each team was divided into day and night shifts to maximize production efficiency.
During the difficult period, everyone stayed in a large factory that was full of noise and very warm. The only company here was the smell of engine oil and noise. The closed factory seemed like an independent world. Standing and working here felt like being isolated from the world with gunfire outside.
open.
Here, there is no concept of time, and the space is very limited. The people involved seem to have the value of their existence to operate the machine production. Even the canteen has people carrying baskets or pushing trolleys to bring boiled potatoes and prepared potatoes.
Good sauerkraut is pushed into the factory.
They have been working in noisy factories for a long time, and their spirits must be under a high degree of tension. They have long been numb. Only when they go out to use the toilet and return to the dormitory to rest after taking over the shift do they realize that they are living people.
Pure machining is boring, isn't the work in the assembly workshop even more boring?
Without any notice, Yang Mingzhi followed Nikolayevsky into the largest assembly room. He stood upright, put on his eyes and scanned the group of female workers who were working hard.
"Comrade Factory Director, is Andlovna still working?"
"No, she applied for the night shift and she should still be sleeping now."
"I can understand it. If you have a good rest, you can work better in the evening shift. I'm just worried that her liver won't be able to bear it."
"Huh? Don't worry about anything. The workers here are in good health."
Yang Mingzhi shrugged and said nothing more.
In fact, now that the drawings have been distributed, I watched the workers start producing parts according to the drawings. Today's task was successfully completed, and it was time to go home.
Yang Mingzhi was really disappointed not to see the 19-year-old model worker Androvna, but he could not continue to wait in the cafeteria of Factory 830.
Seeing Yang Mingzhi's silence, Nikolayevsky directly introduced: "General, as you can see, since I issued a new production order, all companies are accelerating production. With the increase in parts production, assembly
The daily shipment volume of the workshop has also increased. That Andlovna, she assembled seventy pieces by herself yesterday."
"Wow! So many?!"
"Of course, so she is really tired. Comrade General, I am happy to tell you that yesterday our factory assembled more than 700 submachine guns. Andlovna is a labor hero who does her part. Alas, when I think of such a
Excellent people will be transferred to your factory, and I...I'm really reluctant to part with it."
After saying this, Yang Mingzhi suddenly felt as if he was trying to steal someone's love.
"Comrade Factory Director, you have already decided on this matter."
"Of course, I am willing to support you. Even without Andlovna, the work efficiency of others has increased. In the future, their work skills will become more and more proficient, and an increase in output is inevitable."
After Nikolaevsky said this, Yang Mingzhi had to think more.
The Soviet-German war in that dimension lasted four years, and it took the Soviet Union three years to mass-produce submachine guns. The two years from the summer of 1942 to the summer of 1944 were the main production periods of submachine guns. Especially in 1943, the output of submachine guns
reached a peak.
Nowadays, many factories in the Soviet Union are only responsible for producing submachine guns. If each factory produces 20,000 guns per month, ten factories will produce 200,000 guns, and the output in 24 months will be 4.8 million guns.
The actual situation is definitely not like this. There are not many factories that can produce 20,000 pieces per month. Here in Nikolayevsky, the labor force of workers is also systematically squeezed to achieve this output. Of course, the workers know very well that their hard work is
They are willing to save their motherland.
In any case, the parts structure of Bobosha can be further simplified, the working hours can continue to be reduced, and the output of Soviet submachine guns can be further increased.
However, it is a submachine gun after all.
Seeing that Nikolayevsky's factory has hundreds of experienced workers, no matter how bad their work ability is, two or three months of high-intensity work is enough.
Just like new recruits who have just entered the battlefield, as long as they fight a few fierce battles, they all become experienced veterans. The same is true for workers.
Yang Mingzhi wished he could be the director of Factory 830 and replace the firearms produced with assault rifles.
In terms of production alone, assault rifles take no more man-hours than Bobosha! They currently have the manpower to produce 20,000 units per month. Within half a year, it is not easy to fully equip ten infantry divisions with assault rifles with just one factory.
Something relaxing?
Fantasy is the ultimate fantasy. In Factory 830, you are the guest after all.
Another visit, back to the factory director's office, Yang Mingzhi chatted some more with Nikolayevsky.
"Thank you very much for your high praise of my workers. Come on, friend, let's have a few glasses of wine. Comrade General, how about you wait a little longer and let's have dinner together tonight? Haha..."
"Dinner? Forget it...forget it." Yang Mingzhi quickly declined.
"Oh? Do you have anything else to do?"
"This... is indeed important. I must go back at dinner time. My wife will prepare a dinner for me. You know, it is a dinner prepared by the family. How can I not go back?"
"Haha, I understand." Nikolaevsky smiled and poured hot vodka into two glasses, "You are already here, at least have a drink before leaving."