Armor-piercing bullets don't believe in carbon-based monsters

Chapter 242: One Month,
Chen Jian had no control over whether the missile would explode, but the water pipe gun workshop equipment that He Shuo wanted had actually started production.

According to Fuxi's estimate, with the production capacity requirement of 500 guns per day and subsequent expansion needs, all equipment can complete production within 36 hours.

Shockingly fast, but reasonable.

The equipment required for this thing is really not complicated at all. The most core equipment is a stamping machine and dozens of molds. Small drilling, grinding, and cutting equipment are not difficult to make. Even the cutting machine can be considered a key equipment.

What? You mean welding?

Welding shit.

The Sten submachine gun at least has a welded buttstock, but according to He Shuo's design, this short assault rifle, which he named "Type 2375" and abbreviated as Type 75, has no buttstock at all.

After all, for the level of these civilians in the wasteland, shoulder shooting does not exist at all.

How to play AK?
It's not about supporting, it's about pressing down, brother!
Therefore, based on this design, the front sight and aiming device are unnecessary.

As for the Picatinny rail, the grip, the hand stop, the recoil brake, etc.
what are you saying?
Can't understand.

Even in the original design, He Shuo didn't even want a handguard.

What he meant was to simply make the side magazine into a fixed two-part split type, referring to the design of CZ-75, so that people can just hold the magazine and shoot.

This way, if the barrel is broken, it is easy to replace.

But in the end, Fuxi gave up his idea, because the handguard was not difficult to make, and there was no need to save that few hours of work.

In short, under the guidance of He Shuo's extremely simple and crude ideas, the first prototype of the Type 011 short assault rifle was successfully rolled off the production line on the morning of the second day after Chen Jian returned to the 75 base.

With mixed feelings, Chen Jian took the gun that looked nothing like a gun from the ant robot, and loaded 30 bullets one by one from top to bottom into the fixed magazine, or magazine.

".Can this thing also have a long magazine for loading? Just like the Garand, it makes a ding sound after loading, which is somewhat ceremonial."

"Come on."

Lei Jie, who was standing by, looked at the gun in Chen Jian's hand with disdain, and then said:
"You still want to ding? I'm not sure if this thing will be able to bang later."

"You should find a robot to test the gun. I'm really afraid it will explode and kill you."

"Commander, according to the data simulation results, the chance of this Type 75 rifle exploding is less than one in a thousand, so it is quite reliable."

Fuxi's voice sounded in my ears.

"One in a thousand is still reliable?"

Lei Jie was stunned.

"I can't imagine a gun where one round out of every 1000 rounds fired could explode - I don't use one."

"You don't need it, there are plenty of people who can."

Chen Jian snorted and said:

"No matter how rubbish it is, it's still a rapid-fire rifle."

"Haven't you noticed? In this world, automatic rifles are also rare."

"This thing can easily beat the flintlock rifles used by ordinary Crusaders. The best part is, based on the trading price of metal materials in Jinling City, this rifle is roughly equivalent to 3 grams of gold, which is equivalent to an ordinary person's three-day meal money."

"On the whole, it's much cheaper than Sten, right?"

"That's because you didn't take into account the machine hours and labor costs."

Lei Jie said helplessly:

"If you really fold it all in, it's actually not that cheap."

"If converted into RMB based on the price of grain, it would be worth less than 200, right?"

At this point, Lei Jie himself laughed.

A gun that costs two hundred dollars is just the price of a good midnight snack.

I really can’t imagine what would happen if this thing appeared in my era and was deregulated for sale.

"Two hundred is fine."

Chen Jian weighed the gun in his hand and said:

"It's a pretty good portion - let's go out and try it?"

"Go ahead and fight, put on your armor." "I know, I'm not stupid."

Chen Jian obediently put on the exoskeleton, and walked out of the fortifications with a few people and carrying guns.

He took a deep breath, held the handguard with his left hand, held the grip with his right hand, and aimed at the distant tree trunk in a very standard hip-shooting posture.

Then, the trigger was pulled.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The bullets flew out of the chamber and most of them accurately hit the tree trunk 30 meters away.

"What the hell!?"

“This thing is pretty accurate!”

Chen Jian exclaimed and continued to empty the magazine of bullets.

Green smoke rose from the muzzle. Chen Jian pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger to make sure there were no bullets in the chamber. Then he used a tactical flashlight to take a look inside the barrel.

"The wear on the rifling is almost invisible, and the gunpowder residue is also relatively slight. If it doesn't work, just wash it with water."

"This thing is really a killer weapon in the wasteland."

As he spoke, he walked towards the tree trunk in the distance.

The bullet was deeply embedded and had considerable penetration.

"I guess the power is roughly equivalent to that of a Galil? Is that possible?"

"That's enough."

Lei Jie pursed his lips and admitted reluctantly:

"But it's enough. If it's a small monster about two or three meters long, such as the fungus man we encountered before, or the big mantis we saw the first time, I think one volley of bullets will kill it in seconds."

"Ah, even though I hate it, I still vote in favor."

"Don't be obsessed with technology. What matters is whether it can be used or not."

His words almost made Chen Jian laugh out loud.

"That's good if you agree. It's passed unanimously."

"Let's get ready to start manufacturing. Our goal is to produce at least 20,000 guns within a month."

"Twenty thousand?"

Ji Xing, who had been following the two of them and watching the fun without saying a word, couldn't help but speak.

What does 20,000 mean?
That’s 20,000 automatic rifles!

After all the hard work done by the Adeptus Mechanicus, they only managed to create a "Conqueror" multi-barreled rifle, which was bulky and difficult to use, and its production volume was shockingly low.

But now.
It had only been a short time since I left the 011 base when the Chinese Army’s new gun was designed.

Then, one night after the design was completed, the gun was made.

Then, within a month, 20,000 guns will be produced.
She could no longer understand what efficiency was.

Although she had a general idea of what machine tools, workshops, and assembly lines were, she still couldn't help but feel shocked.

Seeing Chen Jian looking back at her, she coughed and quickly explained:
"I'm just surprised that it's not that easy to assemble."

"Aren't we going to have someone coming soon?"

Chen Jian scratched his head, looked at the refugees who had been awakened by the gunshots and were sticking their heads out of the wooden houses and sheds to check the situation, and then said:

"You reminded me that I need to give them some training in advance."

"That's right. There won't be too many urgent matters in the next two days. This glorious and arduous task will be handed over to you!"

"Ah I?"

Ji Xing was stunned.

She looked at the gun that Chen Jian handed over, and then looked at the refugees in the distance who were as confused as she was. Suddenly, for the first time, she felt that after truly entering the industrial age, she still had a lot to learn.
(End of this chapter)