The boat returning from the royal capital gradually sailed into the dock, and it was already dark. Bolu stood on the ship building and looked at the brightly lit scene of the Hongshan City Industrial Zone not far away, feeling excited and even a little proud.
Although Hongshan is far from reaching the standard of a factory in Bolu's mind, that is, a large handicraft workshop. If it is exhausted, it will be a backward production capacity that needs to be eliminated. Even if the energy-concentrating panels are removed and the equipment is dragged directly into a museum, it will not
It feels inconsistent, but this is already the most advanced manufacturing industry today. Speaking of representatives, it seems that there is no serious manufacturing industry after leaving here?
Hongshan is now full of construction sites. Repeated and inefficient manual work has been replaced by more efficient machines. Valuable skilled workers have been liberated from heavy handicraft labor and put into new factories to use machines to produce machines.
, production efficiency is steadily improving, and sooner or later this cycle will be extended to everyone.
However, what makes Polu most happy is that some old faces already have the concept of efficiency, and they attach great importance to production safety under Polu's indoctrination. After all, skilled workers are so rare and valuable.
Now they will think of some ways and make some small tools to make production faster, safer and easier. They will also think about how to improve the efficiency of production again. Although the limitations have prevented them from achieving any results, but in
In this world dominated by handicrafts, this kind of thought is more valuable than gold.
Even if the current construction results are suddenly overtaken by a flying dragon, as long as these workers who have gradually accepted Polu's way of thinking are still there, these equipments can be rebuilt soon, and they will be even better and bigger!
There are newly discovered problems everywhere, people running to solve them, new factories popping up like mushrooms after a rain, and old production methods disappearing silently. People quickly get used to this kind of life.
The methods include eating in the canteen, working, working shifts, and living in dormitories (including single and family).
All in all, things are gradually developing in a direction that Polu is familiar with, becoming more and more like a third-tier factory in the mountains.
He fell asleep in such a relaxed and happy mood, and he stayed there until he walked into the factory the next day.
"Ah! Little manager, you're back? How was the experiment on the boat?"
"It's okay. I'm satisfied for now. How is it? How is the production going?"
"Other machine tools are fine, but there is a problem with the die forging. The machine for forging breastplates consumes too much oil. All the oil shipped before has been used up. It brushes a lot every time, and in the end it always gets stuck.
"Smith looked a little helpless.
A ladle of ice water was poured on the head, and the good mood disappeared without a trace.
"I can't even make a breastplate. Why am I so happy?" Polu sighed: "Let's go and take a look."
"How about we change to casting and then forging?" Smith put forward his suggestion.
Casting armor? Bolu hesitated: "How do you plan to cast such a large curved surface with such a small thickness?"
It's not impossible, but I haven't opened up the front-end technology for precision casting yet? And this is a world without paraffin! Do we need to use grease to make wax?
Wait, maybe it can be done. Bolu touched his chin. The corpses of so many bugs should have a lot of oil. Using them to extract oil and make wax can be considered a small atonement for them?
Those who are obviously monsters are much easier to kill. But if they are humanoid, it may be difficult to get through this psychological level. In terms of perception, they suddenly change from a righteous partner who is forced to fight back to a human beast with no moral bottom line?
Smith hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Yes, how about casting it into several pieces and welding them together?"
"After all this time, I might as well think about how to make a release agent!" Polu laughed angrily: "You might as well just say that you can just start from the steel plate and use a hammer to forge it."
After being silent for a while, Bolu still didn't know what to do. He thought about it in his mind for a long time: "I know corundum powder can be used, but I haven't found aluminum ore yet! Besides, how to make corundum is still a problem!"
What the hell is going to happen?
You can only go back to the original method and try and make mistakes.
Geora and Peter's father were called over, and they squatted on the ground beside the machine to discuss.
"sand?"
"No, no, let's change it."
"Toner! If it doesn't work, drop it off. Mud can be applied, lime can be applied, and slag... slag is fine. It's too hard. It takes too much work to grind it to such a fine size."
"You guys try it first. If it doesn't work, mix it up and try it. I'll do something else first."
Bolu stood up and sighed, and walked out silently. Why is it so difficult to make a die forging machine?
When passing by the continuous casting machine, he looked at the steel blanks that were continuously flowing out of the drawing machine: "Now that we have the casting blanks, we still need to build a boring machine. Speaking of which, if you want to increase the bore pressure, you still have to build a boring machine."
Forging? Then we need to build a precision forging machine?"
"It may be easier to make the barrel, but when I think about the craftsmanship of custom-loaded ammunition, I feel a little desperate. In the past, the cannonballs were said to be custom-loaded, but in fact they just made a cartridge and rolled it up. It was sealed against the barrel, and even the seal was not required.
No, anyway, the warhead is a big iron ball that is packed separately, so the accuracy doesn't matter. Loading the bullet is another matter. The cartridge case has to bear pressure, and the warhead has to be punched to put it in. It's all a new machine, and the head is
pain."
I always thought that my construction was enough for the time being, but unexpectedly, when I wanted to build something, new problems kept popping up.
Add layers of code!
"How about continuing to make shotguns? It's very powerful and easy to use, and the accuracy of the smoothbore barrel is not too high. It should be enough to directly expand the hole in the steel blank, and make it thicker at most. The range is closer, and it looks like a defensive weapon.
As for the weapon, at worst I will continue to shoot large-caliber Mini bullets. The previous big-bolt trolls said that the Mini’s single head is not very easy to use, and it cannot reach things at a distance. Do you want to improve it?"
Polu thought as he walked: "The situation is not chaotic enough. If we build offensive weapons and organize a militia now, we will easily be regarded as rebels, right? We should exercise some restraint and raise the defense of our home first. The top priority should be to use the machine guns
When setting up an ammunition production line, I can’t rely on myself to pull out the cartridge cases. The warhead of this thing should be a lead sheath punched out and then pressed together with a steel core?”
"There are also articles that can be made with shotguns, such as making a fully automatic hair spray? Anyway, everyone is strong. Wait a minute! Although the hair spray is fully automatic, it is a gas guide heresy! I refuse! Let's go with super90.
, semi-automatic is enough. The best thing is that shotgun shells don’t need to be closed.”
Okay! That’s it! The 20mm giant spray gun that shoots steel-cased single-point bullets! Anyway, the Foster single-point shotgun and the Minnie have the same purpose. The one that should be cast is lead. Just change the mold and it’s done. It’s easy and fun.
Becoming a happy usurper again made him feel better. He hummed a little tune, moved his arms, and walked into the factory building next to the dock at a stiff pace of 75 steps per minute.
"How's it going, Case? Will the new engine be built?"
"No, little manager, the machining of this shaft is too complicated and we can't do it right now. Everything else is fine." Case looked at the pile of crankshafts (scrap) on the ground with a sad expression.
"It's okay. As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties. Let's solve it slowly. Besides this, we have to build two more ships now!"
Polu showed him the scratch paper he had brought.
"How can you build such a big ship? I have never seen such a big ship."
"Ah, this, do you see this picture? It's actually a double-layered iron box with a keel sandwiched between it. The requirements are not high, as long as the keel is strong enough and can float on the water."
"Then we can still build this. The big flat bottom is okay. But is it so thin that it will rust easily? It has no power?"
"If it's broken, just pull it back and patch it before it sinks. There's really nothing I can do about it."
Anti-rust paint is something that cannot be done in a short while.
Polu took out another drawing.
"As for the power issue, let's take a look at this. Use this boat to tow it, so as not to get completely stupid in a place where you can't turn around. You just need to build the shell first, and I will solve the power part. Give priority to building small ones and test them in advance."
"Okay, if it's just a tin box, we can make it right away."
Such busy days continued for another week. Polu was improving his production line at the ammunition factory today. The former solid bullet artillery cartridges have been stopped, and everyone is busy debugging the third production line.
The machine gun ammunition production line is arranged next to the shotshell production line. Since everyone is casting lead, they naturally have to go hand in hand. One line occupies two ditches, and warheads and cartridges are manufactured separately.
The framed small cup punched out of mild steel was delivered from the processing workshop. The workers put a hard cup core on it and put it on a reverse extrusion punch. They completed a little at a time and took it off after completion.
Pass it to the next person and flush it again. When it comes down from the other end, it will be a large cone-shaped cartridge.
Although the efficiency is a bit low and requires a row of workers to manually transfer it, it is still a line after all, right?
After all, the structure of the automatic transfer multi-station punch machine is so complicated that Bolu's scalp went numb just after drawing it, so he decisively chose manual transfer. The warhead was a little easier to handle, and it was also a conical bullet tip sent from the processing workshop.
In a hollow lead sleeve freshly stripped from a casting mold.
Bolu stayed beside the production line, constantly measuring various data with calipers: "The tolerances are actually well controlled, there should be no problem."
"Polu! Polu!" Little Irene's voice rang at the door: "Come out quickly!"
"What's wrong? Are you in such a panic?"
Little Eileen whispered: "The mine is not coming this month!"
Polu suddenly felt himself panicking, and there were only four big words in his mind for a moment: "Supplies cut off!"
The alarm in my heart sounded like crazy, and all kinds of terrible consequences after being blocked echoed in my mind.
A disease called blocked PTSD broke out violently. Sticky sweat oozed from his palms, causing the smooth calipers to slip.
Polu's first reaction was: "It's broken. My identity has been exposed?"
After taking a breath, I remembered that if he was really exposed, any big boss could have him delivered to the capital on the spot, so there was no need to worry.
"How long have you been late?" He calmed down and began to ask about the specific situation.
"We are already three days late. At first we thought we were delayed on the way, so we waited for two days. Yesterday I asked the shipping company, and they said they didn't know either! The cargo ship disappeared completely after it arrived, and we had no idea what had happened.