Therefore, as the owner of this factory, Thun hates Planet Hope 2 and the aboriginal people on that planet.
When he discovered that there were indigenous people on Planet Hope 2, he prayed every day, praying that a war to plunder Planet Hope 2 would break out on a large scale.
But the gods did not hear his prayers. He hoped that the aboriginal people on Planet 2 would be no different from the indigenous tribes. Their fighting ability was basically inferior and they did not even have the ability to struggle.
Those backward primitive people could only grovel in front of the weakest weapons and equipment of the Airansil Empire. This made Thun once again activate the factory to produce ammunition for the empire.
"Sir!" Just as the two people were desperately waiting for themselves to be liquidated in the office, the secretary who had handed in his resignation letter yesterday walked in.
Thun, who couldn't afford to hire a young female secretary, looked at the old and lascivious female secretary in front of him, not even willing to speak.
He just picked up the glass, gestured, and then asked in a drunken voice: "Your salary... I will find a way..."
"Sir... you... better take a look at this..." The female secretary handed the phone to Thun and said in a suppressed excited voice: "The news just released, I think, is very important to you.
important."
"Is it important? Nothing is important anymore." Thun sneered, still drunk, and glanced at the phone.
Then, he saw an eye-catching message on the Empire News: "The Royal Attendant's Office has issued a mobilization order, and the Empire's industrial production has entered a state of mobilization. The following factories will be ordered to resume production until they reach maximum production capacity."
The next second, he grabbed the phone, slid down, and turned to the page he wanted to see most. On that page, he saw the entry of military industrial enterprises, an entry that made him suddenly laugh wildly.
It was too late for him to care about the request of the old and lustful female secretary to stay and continue working. He could no longer hear his son's shouts.
For him, everything became distant and blurry! Because, at this second, he seemed to...hear the voice of God.
God has not abandoned him, and can even be said to have favored him very much. I hope that the war on Planet 2 will break out after all, and as an arms dealer, his hope finally appears!
Finally, he regained some consciousness and heard his son's cry: "Father! Father! What happened?"
"Hope No. 2! The war on Hope No. 2 has broken out! Child! The war has broken out!" Thun shouted hysterically. Compared with the decadence just now, he seemed to be resurrected now.
His state frightened his son, and it was not even an exaggeration to describe it as crazy. The excited Thun grabbed the phone in front of him and pressed a phone number with trembling fingers.
"Leon! Lyon! Dear Lyon! My factory needs to restore power soon! Yes! Although I can't pay the electricity bill you owe immediately, but you must support me! Look at the phone! Brother! Look at the phone!" He
He grabbed the phone receiver and shouted at the top of his lungs.
I don’t know what was replied to him on the phone. He just kept shouting: "Brother! I will definitely have money to pay you back this time! The previous debts and the money I borrowed from you privately!
Two months... no! I will pay you back in one month! Not a single gold coin will be missing!"
Pressing the hang-up spring on the phone, he quickly dialed a number again. This time, his hands no longer trembled: "Mr. Will! I need a production manager! Yes! I know you haven't found one.
New job! Come back quickly! I’ll give you a double salary!”
Then, after hanging up the phone, he finally looked at the middle-aged female secretary in the uneasy room: "Tear up your resignation letter! Get me some job advertisements quickly! By the gods! Go quickly!"
He does not need to recruit production workers at all, because the production puppet robots stored on the planet will be put into production immediately. After all, this is the production task of the empire, and the robots will also be assigned by the empire, because production must be resumed as soon as possible!
Thun quickly ran into his factory. As soon as he pushed open the iron door of the production workshop, he saw a robot closing the switch. The huge machine began to run. Steam gushes out from the pressure relief valve, making a pleasant hissing.
Voice.
The cut copper plates are pushed into the automatic cutting machine by the machine, and are easily cut into long strips of standard width, and then sent to a larger machine next to it along with the rolling chain.
Driven by huge potential energy, the machine punched round holes one after another in the copper plate.
The cut round copper materials just fell on the rolling belt below, and were pressed together with the brass cylinders punched out on another production line, turning into a prototype of a metal bullet case.
Subsequently, the primer was installed on the bottom of the semi-finished cartridge case, and at the same time, a ring of inscriptions indicating the ammunition caliber and the abbreviation of the production company was stamped directly on the outer ring of the cartridge case primer.
The next second, the rigorously cut sections of the charge are poured into the cartridge case. The shapes of these charges are calculated, which can greatly delay the burning speed of the gunpowder and increase the chamber pressure.
The power of ammunition.
Next, the unfinished bullet, which had been placed upwards, was inserted with a warhead, and was assembled and pressed together. The warhead and the projectile body were tightly pressed together.
As the production line rolled, the 10mm caliber assault rifle bullet that had been produced fell into the funnel and was finally merged into a quality control line.
The puppet robot sitting on the quality control line randomly grabbed an ammunition and began to inspect it, and then threw the unqualified ammunition into the recycling bin at its feet.
Qualified ammunition continues to roll forward along the conveyor belt, and finally falls into the packaging box. The packaging robot covers the lid and affixes a production date seal.
Every minute, hundreds of rounds of such bullets are produced by this production line, and there are a total of thirty such production lines in the entire factory!
In other words, in just one minute, one production plant here can produce tens of thousands of such bullets.
And just the factory of Thun, an arms dealer, has seven such factories. If all the machinery in these factories are activated, just one bullet factory on this planet can provide 420 bullets to the front line every hour.
