Siheyuan: The Era of Struggle

Chapter 131 Type 56 Gun Family

The car drove into a heavily guarded shooting range. Yang Ning saw that the soldiers had already set up the targets. There were also several leaders with epaulettes standing aside with binoculars, watching the soldiers shooting at distant targets with the newly produced Type 56 rifles.

From time to time, crisp gunshots echoed in the air. Hearing these sounds, Yang Ning's blood almost boiled.

"Report to the leaders!" After getting off the car, Yang Fengyu quickly ran to the leaders, saluted solemnly, and shouted loudly.

"Comrade Yang Ning has arrived, please give instructions!"

"Okay, you are a director after all, why are you still playing this trick on me?"

One of the leaders put down the telescope in his hand, glanced at the serious Yang Fengyu and said.

"Hey, no matter what time, I am always a soldier under the commander?"

After hearing this, Yang Fengyu smiled innocently, and Yang Ning on the side rolled his eyes.

"Look, Comrade Yang Ning doesn't even believe what you said! Do you think I should believe it?"

When the leader saw Yang Ning's expression, he burst into laughter.

Yang Ning didn't expect that he would be the one to eat the melon. When he saw the chief looking at him, he hurried to make money and shouted loudly, "Hello, chief!"

The commander looked at Yang Ning, who was dressed in military uniform and had an upright figure, for a while, then shook his head with regret: "It would be better if he could have a badge! What a pity!"

"Haha, Chief, if Director Nie heard what you said, he would definitely be angry with you."

At this time, another leader who was in his forties and had two stars on his head said with a smile.

"Old Nie! I just don't know if he can still lift a gun now. He may not be able to beat me when the time comes!"

After saying this, the leader laughed heartily again.

Then he looked at Yanshen Yang Ning and said, "They say you are the quality control person. Nothing will go wrong after passing through your hands."

"I specially asked Xiao Yang to invite you here this time because I want you to check for us."

“Although rifles and other light weapons are relatively simple to develop, their technological content is not high.

"But this also concerns the construction of the army, and there is no room for carelessness. Have you tried it this time to see if there are any problems?"

Then the leader waved his hand, and immediately several soldiers came running over with three types of Type 56 guns.

After saluting Yang Ning and the others, they neatly placed the guns in a row on the ground.

Another officer with a salary of 1.2 yuan took out a document and handed it to Yang Ning, then pointed at several guns and introduced them to Yang Ning: "These are the three light weapons we are replacing this time."

Then he picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on the ground and said, "This gun is developed based on the weapon manufactured by the big brother SKS semi-automatic rifle. We call it the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

The gun weighs 3.85 kg when empty, is 1025 mm long, and 1260 mm with a bayonet. It uses 7.62×39 mm ammunition and is fed by a 10-fixed magazine. The automatic mode uses an advanced gas-operated barrel ejection system. The effective range is 400 meters, and an excellent shooter can reach 600 meters. The concentrated fire can kill the enemy within 800 meters. It can also launch rifle grenades when equipped with a special launcher.

"It is definitely the most advanced semi-automatic rifle in the world." The officer said confidently at last.

Hearing this, Yang Ning couldn't help but complain: "Will there be any semi-automatic rifles after the Type 56? In the future, even black uncles will use AKs in fights. Isn't this last model the most advanced semi-automatic one?"

But Yang Ning didn't say anything. After all, this semi-automatic rifle is indeed the most suitable rifle for us now.

If the whole army is replaced with fully automatic rifles, not to mention us, even the Eagle Sauce and Big Brother will have a hard time. Think about a few years ago, when the Eagle Sauce fought with us, their soldiers only had the big eight-grain rifle in their hands.

Then he put down the Type 56 and a half in his hand, picked up a gun that looked exactly like the AK and introduced it: "The random gun is to supplement the lack of firepower of the squad. It is a Type 47 submachine gun copied from the big brother AK56."

When Yang Ning heard him call this gun a submachine gun, he had no choice but to accept it.

After all, in our current concept, the ones that can fire continuously are either submachine guns or machine guns.

If you call this gun a rifle, do soldiers prefer the 56 semi-automatic or the fully automatic?
By then, I'm afraid the logistics department and the ammunition factory will be cursing their mothers?

Then the officer continued: "This gun..." (I won't go into details to avoid extravagant numbers.)
Finally, the officer introduced the 56 squad light machine guns to everyone. After introducing each gun, he secretly glanced at Yang Ning. Seeing that Yang Ning did not show any strange expression, he felt relieved.

After all, he had heard what the chief had said just now. Whether this gun could be equipped would ultimately depend on Yang Ning's opinion.

Yang Ning listened while looking at the information in his hand. After listening to the introduction, Yang Ning had a general idea in his mind.

Although these three guns are collectively called the 56 gun family, they are only unified in terms of ammunition, and the interchangeability of other parts is almost zero, so it cannot be called a gun family.

But Yang Ning didn't want to say it directly, after all, it would hurt other people's face too much.

"Comrade Yang Ning, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. We don't beat around the bush here. After all, weapons are related to the lives and safety of soldiers. Good is good, and mean is bad."

"It's better to let them lose face than to let the soldiers lose their lives!"

The chief had been observing Yang Ning's expression. Seeing that he remained calm, with no disappointment about the weapon, nor any joy at seeing the new weapon, he knew that Yang Ning had some thoughts in his mind.

"I do have some ideas, but before that, can I give it a try?" Yang Ning asked hesitantly after hearing the leader's words.

"Of course you can. Go ahead and try it. It doesn't make sense to not let others try it out. You can shoot as many bullets as you want, but if Zuo Hou doesn't have any good suggestions, you'll have to use the last bullet yourself!"

When the chief saw Yang Ning's expression, he laughed and joked.

"I'll try my best!" Yang Ning smiled awkwardly when he heard the leader's words.

Yang Ning then picked up the 56mm rifle on the ground, opened the magazine, and loaded the ammunition under the guidance of the officer just now.

The leaders followed Yang Ning to the shooting range. Seeing Yang Ning lying on the ground concentrating intently, the others picked up their telescopes and looked at the target two hundred meters away.

"Clap~"

Yang Ning was not very familiar with the first shot and only hit a nine-ring.

After determining the performance and trajectory of the gun, Yang Ning pulled the trigger continuously, and the next few shots hit the center of the bull's eye, and the bullet points were almost at the same point.

"it is good!"

After seeing Yang Ning's results, the leaders couldn't help but applaud.

This guy is definitely a sharpshooter. If he were in the army, he would be an absolute treasure.

What a waste of his brain!
Even if Yang Ning could play a greater role in other places, the commander couldn't help but say to Yang Ning who had just stood up: "Comrade Yang Ning, do you want to reconsider? In the army, you can play with guns, machine guns and cannons. If you want to fly a plane, it's not impossible."

(End of this chapter)