"Comrade Han Cheng, why don't you come and have a bowl?"
After the news in the newspapers spread throughout the army, the attitudes of some comrades had changed.
"No way? The leader's ban has been lifted?"
"No, no one has seen it now, so what will happen if you eat a bowl."
The old man from the cooking team said to Han Cheng.
"No way. Didn't your cooking class monitor yell at me to get out? Why is it like this today? I don't dare to eat."
Han Cheng shook his head, briefly said hello to Lao Ma, and then carried his iron ingots to the logistics side to make things. The tools there were relatively complete. Among them, the logistics side also had kraft paper.
, because they have to use the document bag frequently, it is also good to pick up an old document bag.
"gone."
Carrying treated black powder wrapped in straw paper and iron slag.
"Comrade Hancheng, what are you doing here? There is no work assigned to you here."
"I just want some unused kraft paper."
Han Cheng said with some embarrassment, if the villages didn't have this thing, they wouldn't come to the logistics department to ask for it.
"Wait, then."
"Hey!"
Han Cheng squatted at the door with his hands in his sleeves. Sleeping in the barn was actually not very good. It was actually very cold today, and it might snow one day.
But there is no way. You have to endure it when others put small shoes on you. There is no way to express your objections at the meeting. If history is changed due to your own reasons, I am afraid that I will disappear immediately.
"Here you go! Take it and use it."
"Okay, thank you."
Han Cheng took the prepared cartridge case base, took out the prepared straw paper, wet it next to the well, then tore off the brown paper and pasted it on top.
No one could figure out what he was doing, and no one cared when he saw what he was doing. Han Cheng then went to the blacksmith furnace at the back. Now it has become a place for nailing horseshoes, and the fire in the furnace is basically empty.
rest.
"Comrade, no one uses this thing now, right?"
"No, you can use it."
"Okay, thank you."
Put the paper aside to dry, and Hancheng also started his own work. The steel blank for the gun barrel has been prepared. All that is left is to shape the steel blank into the shape of the gun barrel, and then find a porcelain piece to start.
Drilling. If you don't have a machine tool, you can only do this and grind it slowly. Fortunately, the barrel is not very long.
A cylindrical barrel is basically punched straight, and the rest is drilling. As long as it is not heat treated, it is easy to drill a hole.
Everyone else watched Han Cheng blacksmithing, but they didn't know exactly what he was doing, and for special reasons, no one dared to ask.
The next step is to deal with the brass. First lay the base of the brass, then use another piece of brass to remove a small bit, and use a small chisel to make a small pit to store the activating medicine.
Make a small pit on the brass base, and then carefully drill a small hole in the pit. The rest is relatively simple. Cut the dry paper next to it to a suitable size, and again
Wet the bottom of the paper, put it into the brass base, and dry it on the stove.
Basically, it is almost successful. The primer is a formula given by the system, and the configuration is quite simple.
After finishing all this, I took my things and returned to my barn. I still had a lot of food in stock, so at least I didn't have to go out to beg for food in the next two or three days.
"Captain, should you restore Comrade Han Cheng's original treatment?"
"Restore what? Let him fend for himself. If it weren't for his opinion, would Chiang Kai-shek be alive?"
There is no way to blame the mistake on one person. If others had already defended it, Han Cheng was really too lazy to say it. Even if you really told him that he was ashamed, he really wouldn't put on your shoes.
Already?
"But this is not his opinion alone."
"I don't care, it was caused by him alone. When I feel better, I will restore his treatment."
Once the leader feels at ease, I'm afraid it won't take a few days for him to get over it.
But there are orders from the Legion, why don’t we obey them?
"If anything happens, I will take care of it. As long as I am the leader of the regiment for a day, this counterrevolutionary will not even think about having a good day!"
But other comrades will be in a very difficult situation, because when the time comes, the person who will be punished will not be others, but themselves. What punishment can you, a regimental leader, get in the end? You have made great achievements in battle, and at most I can only say a few words about you.
"Uh...okay."
You can't afford to be offended. You can only pretend not to know. Han Cheng can feel the internal exclusion. At least after the gun was taken away, the tools were not taken away. This proves that this is not another comrade.
Spontaneous action.
"What activities has that counter-revolutionary done recently? I see that he is nowhere to be seen every day. What has he been doing?"
The group leader looked at the sign-in records in the book and asked which page in Hancheng he turned to.
"Comrade Han Cheng goes to the village every day to help the villagers repair things."
"Repair something? Do you want money?"
"I didn't ask for money, just two wotou and some scrap metal."
If he wants money, the regiment leader can find 10,000 reasons to punish Han Cheng. The reason is that he wants people's money, which constitutes a money transaction and is not allowed in the discipline. But if he wants two wotou and waste
Tie, this does not constitute a monetary transaction at all. He can even say that it was a gift from the villagers.
"Okay, he's awesome. Have you ever eaten in the cooking class?"
"He has food, so naturally he won't eat in the cooking class."
In fact, it didn't matter whether he was there or not, because at night, Han Cheng's first shot of shotgun shells was successfully produced by the fire.
"Successfully manufactured...the system is unlocked and you are welcome to use it."
After a system prompt, Han Cheng opened his manufacturing panel, and there were many new things on the manufacturing list. For example, from rifle bullets to shotgun bullets, from various revolvers to World War II rifles.
"Making...completed."
Han Cheng chose to make more shotgun bullets in order to improve his own food. The bullets he had were equivalent to a business without capital. If there were people around the fire, you could see Han Cheng's hands constantly moving.
, shotgun bullets are produced one after another.
"Well, fortunately, at least I didn't make the wrong caliber."
The length and size of the bullet are related to the size of the hole drilled in the bore of your gun. Because it uses black powder, you don't need to harden your barrel for the time being. You can hunt some game to improve your life, and exchange it for some salt and the like.
"Well, the steamed buns are really too hard when cold. The pickles really don't taste bad. I'll go there again when I have time."
After finishing the work at hand, it was already late at night. I packed up my things and fell asleep in the cold wind. On top of several bricks, there were more than ten loaded shotguns, including three.
It's the kind of loose bullets, and the rest are single-point bullets, just for hunting.
As for the problem of the gun barrel, leave it to tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better.