Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

"Did you design this gun?"

Li Qinwu looked at the bespectacled young man seriously. The document in his hand was a rifle design drawing.

The bespectacled young man felt his fear dissipated a lot when he saw that Li Qinwu expressed his appreciation for the drawings he had drawn.

"Director, this is a rifle I designed privately. It uses a 10-round magazine, a straight-pull bolt, and fires 7.7mm bullets!"

He seemed to want to gain Li Qinwu's approval and spared no effort to explain the performance of the rifle, but Li Qinwu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, in my opinion, although your gun is useless, it is actually quite useless."

The bespectacled young man felt disappointed. Li Qinwu smiled and continued, "I can see that your gun is a copy of the British Lee-Enfield. The bolt is a bit like Mauser, and it fires 7.7mm bullets. Have you ever thought about whether the factory has this type of bullet?"

The bespectacled young man began to hesitate. He didn't expect that something that seemed very mature to him had so many loopholes.

"Young man, although your gun is a stitched-together thing, I feel that you have done a good job of sewing it. I don't see any problems. If you really build it according to the blueprint, you should be able to make it. I can see that you put a lot of effort into it.

Since you are so thoughtful, I will give you a suggestion."

The bespectacled young man looked at him hopefully again. Li Qinwu pulled him into the office and asked him to sit on the sofa. He then sat opposite him, lit a cigarette for himself and said, "Rifle development has reached its peak in this era. There is no need to waste time on it. There are already many mature products in the world. You can't make a better rifle by changing the structure and process. European and American powers have been leading in this field for many years. There is no need to keep catching up."

"This... Director, rifles are the mainstream weapons of the world's infantry. If we don't catch up, the field of rifles will always be blank. After all, foreign weapons are designed according to their conditions. We still have many problems when we imitate them. Our soldiers should use weapons and equipment designed specifically for them!"

The bespectacled young man looked worried and stood up excitedly while speaking. Li Qinwu felt that he looked a bit like a hot-blooded young man, clumsy and enthusiastic.

He pressed his hand and asked the other person to sit down.

“Your intention to develop a rifle based on the actual situation of our country is good, but as I said before, the field of rifles has reached its limit, and no matter how hard you study, you will not achieve anything.

And look at your blueprints. Do you think that stitched monster can beat the international mainstream rifles?"

The bespectacled young man glanced at the document in his hand and shook his head in disappointment.

Seeing that he looked gloomy, Li Qinwu felt that young people still needed encouragement. He planned to point out other directions for him so that he would not continue to stick to the rifle field.

"Young man, I have a project on hand. How about you take charge of the research?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he stood up, walked to the drawing table, picked up the brush and quickly wrote a few big words, then tore off the drawing paper and handed it to the other party.

The bespectacled young man took the drawing paper and couldn't help but read out loud the big words on it.

"Intermediate power rifle bullet? This..."

"Young man, I don't know if you have paid attention to the changes in the international war situation. Since the European War, the amount of automatic weapons and equipment has increased significantly. I dare to assert that the automation of light weapons must be the future development direction!

Rifles, weapons that fire one round at a time, will be eliminated sooner or later. However, due to the limitations of the ammunition used by submachine guns, the accuracy of medium and long-range shooting cannot be guaranteed, so I came up with the idea of ​​intermediate-power rifle bullets! Well, the current rifle bullets are called full-power rifle bullets by me. "

Li Qinwu paused slightly to let the other party digest what he said.

The bespectacled young man thought for a while and said, "Director, do you mean to research an ammunition that is between rifle bullets and submachine gun bullets?"

Li Qinwu nodded with satisfaction. This young man really understood everything at once.

"Yes, you can understand it this way. In my opinion, full-power rifle bullets have a long range and great power, but the side effect is that the recoil is too large and cannot be used in individual automatic firepower.

The range of full-power rifle ammunition is generally over 600 meters, and the bullet still has a certain lethality if it exceeds 1,000 meters. However, the reality is that the general combat range of soldiers is only 200 to 300 meters. Beyond this distance, the human body is smaller than the crosshairs, and combat casualties are greatly reduced.

In this case, why don't we design an ammunition with a range of about 300 to 400 meters? We can weaken its power and range, improve its controllability, and then rely on this ammunition to develop a weapon that combines the precision shooting of a rifle and the continuous shooting capabilities of a submachine gun! "

Li Qinwu opened the briefcase he was carrying and took out the drawing of the Ak47 that was used to fool Lao Huotou.

When the bespectacled young man took the gun, his eyes suddenly lit up. As a gun lover and a young man, he naturally had an obsession with this kind of automatic weapon that could fire continuously. The concept of a rifle that could fire continuously made him very excited.

In this way, the young man named Hu Xiaoming became Li Qinwu's lackey.

Li Qinwu now wants to go to the factory to take a look. He asks Hu Xiaoming to follow him and help him carry the briefcase. When going downstairs, Li Qinwu tells him that what kind of rifle can be made does not depend on the designer's wild imagination, but on the needs of the soldiers and the production capacity of the factory.

With the inculcation of these concepts, Hu Xiaoming, a cultural figure who used to walk on clouds, became a little more down-to-earth, and he also had greater respect for Li Qinwu.

The two men went down to the first floor. The employees on the first floor were whispering about the new director Li Qinwu. Suddenly, when they saw him coming down, everyone sat up straight and pretended to be doing non-existent work.

When Li Qinwu passed by their workstation, almost everyone greeted him, and Li Qinwu nodded to them politely.

Li Qinwu wants this situation. You can scold me or not care about me, but you must do your job well. Who are you showing off to? I am not here to be bullied as a time traveler! Either you do your job well, I am good, and everyone is good. If you are not willing to do even the job well, then don't even think about having a good life!

However, when a bird grows up, it can fly into any forest. There is really a kind of bird that is too lazy to even do the superficial work.

When Li Qinwu passed by a workstation, a clerk with a crew cut was eating beef noodles at the workstation. The entire first floor office area was filled with the aroma of beef.

Li Qinwu glanced at the large bowl of beef noodles with the words "Xinglong Hotel" on it. He wondered if there was takeaway service at this time?

He walked past the other person, but stopped not long after because he did not hear the familiar hello, Director.

He slowly turned around and walked to the employee who was eating beef noodles, looking at him with a smile.

"Is it tasty?"

A trace of disdain flashed across the face of the crew-cut clerk.

"This is one of the signature dishes of Xinglong Restaurant. Do you think it tastes good?"

Li Qinwu nodded, thinking that this man must have a good family background since he had enough money to order takeout, and he was very arrogant. He even got angry in the morning but he still dared to be so arrogant.

The smile on Li Qinwu's face deepened.

"Did you forget something?"

The clerk with a crew cut was stunned for a moment, then he remembered what Li Qinwu said in the morning, that they should keep their eyes open and call him director when they saw him.

This guy also smiled back at Li Qinwu and said arrogantly: "Oh, so Deputy Director Li also wants to eat beef. If you want to eat it, just tell me. Since Deputy Director Li asked, we must give him face!"

He emphasized the word "deputy" very much, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. He pushed the beef noodles towards Li Qinwu, then leaned back in the chair with his arms folded across his chest, looking like he was giving alms to a beggar.

At this moment, everyone in the office held their breath, and the air became heavier.

Li Qinwu looked at the beef noodles in the bowl, then looked at the clerk with a crew cut and a proud face, and burst out laughing.

"I don't eat beef!"

Li Qinwu suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand to grab the back of the opponent's neck, and with a sudden force, smashed the opponent's head into the bowl.