Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 620 The Initial Cure of the Fear of Insufficient Firepower! (Third Update!)

People are completely unaware of fatigue when they are doing bad things.

After checking the drawings, Cao Bin began the work of dividing them into sections.

To ensure manufacturing efficiency, apart from a few key components, the remaining parts were distributed to companies in the supply chain.

After the blueprints were divided, he personally summoned Liu Daneng and asked him to deliver the blueprints to the corresponding companies, and demanded that they produce 100 sets by tonight.

Liu Daneng often does this kind of thing, but because Xiaomi Heavy Industry pays him well, the companies in the downstream supply chain actually like this kind of work.

As a purchasing agent, he also needs to check the drawings to prevent errors and omissions, which could lead to incorrect production or the production of nothing at all.

He used to work in a technical field, and after looking at the blueprints for a while, he turned to Cao Bin with an excited expression: "Are we finally not acting anymore?"

These words left Cao Bin unsure of what to do. He touched his nose, shook his head slightly, then nodded slightly.

"We've never installed it since we started producing tanks!"

Reminded by this, Liu Daneng realized that he hadn't been pretending much anymore.

He slapped his forehead, picked up the USB drives containing the disassembled blueprints from Cao Bin's desk, checked the labels repeatedly to make sure they were correct, and then packed them into the box one by one.

"You need 100 sets before tonight, right?"

Don't worry, I guarantee it will be delivered to your door!

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Chenguang Metal Precision Machining Co., Ltd.

The boss, He Chenguang, plugged the USB drive into the computer. After the USB drive was read, he opened the drawings inside.

It's a very standard metal part, but this metal part looks exactly like a gun trigger.

I gestured with my hand and it was indeed a trigger, but this trigger was a bit larger and didn't look like it was for Chinese people; it looked more like it was for Africans.

But it doesn't seem to be for Africans, because Africans don't have hands that big.

He turned around subtly and smiled at Liu Daneng, who was standing behind him:
"Mr. Liu, are you sure you can produce this?"

"can!"

"No, I mean whether we can produce this, not whether you can!"

"can!"

"what?"

"Your underwear has already been thoroughly searched, and this is something we need urgently. We need to produce 100 sets by tonight. Instead of wasting time arguing with me here, you should arrange for your people to start producing them now."

Knowing that his underwear had been thoroughly searched, He Chenguang remained calm, merely awkwardly touching his nose before turning around, sending the blueprints to the workshop, and simultaneously making a phone call to them.
"Did you see the blueprints I sent you? Produce 100 sets before you leave work tonight!"

"Stop arguing with me. If we can't produce it, we'll all die."

After giving instructions to the workshop, He Chenguang turned back and said, "General Manager Liu, I'll deliver this to you later, or you can come and pick it up."

"Deliver it to the factory yourself!" Liu Daneng casually instructed, then turned to leave. But as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.
"Also, tell your people to shut up and not to talk nonsense!"

"This matter is highly confidential. If anything goes wrong, you'll be in big trouble!"

With the sound, Liu Daneng walked out of He Chenguang's office and disappeared down the corridor.

He Chenguang, who remained in the office, turned to face the computer screen, stretched out his hands, placed his right hand on the trigger diagram, and pretended to be picking up a very large gun.

"Target eliminated!"

"The trajectory is veering to the left!"

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On the other side, Liu Daneng continued to the next supply chain company and learned that the part he was to produce was a gun part. The bosses of these small supply chain companies were all very hesitant, with a feeling of wanting to refuse but also welcoming.

But when they learned from Liu Daneng that their true colors had been exposed, they stopped pretending.

We got to work as soon as we got the blueprints.

With money and powerful backers to take the blame, what's there to be afraid of?
Not making money when you can is the mark of a fool!

Under the financial offensive, these supply chain companies were very efficient. Liu Daneng arrived at the last company at 4 p.m., and at 1 a.m., he appeared at Xiaomi Heavy Industry Special Alloy Company with more than 100 parts produced by the last company.

Cao Bin is inspecting parts in the workshop, striving to ensure that every part is in the best condition.

After inspecting all the parts, he began assembling the weapon according to the blueprints.

Ten minutes later, the first bomb gun was produced.

It was quite large, weighing nearly 20 kilograms, and he had some difficulty lifting it.

After he finished holding the gun, the others also came over one after another, reached out and hugged it; it was very heavy.

But it felt really good.

Just by placing it there, you know it's a deadly weapon. And look at the caliber—one shot and everything is annihilated!

While others were busy holding their guns, Cao Bin took out his phone and called the ammunition company to inquire about the progress of ammunition production.

The person in charge on the other end was rambling incoherently, only saying "almost there, almost there" repeatedly, before hanging up the phone.

It wasn't until dawn that the ammunition company personnel arrived in two shuttle trucks with a batch of packaged ammunition. "Engineer Cao, a total of 4000 grenades, 2000 each of 40mm and 75mm, all with impact fuses."

"Neither the primer nor the fuse was installed, so transportation was very safe."

"As for the installation method, there are instructions in the box. Once you have it, read the instructions before installing."

"We're getting back to work!"

The ammunition company people came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

The guns are ready, the ammunition is ready.

After handing over the work, Cao Bin immediately took the items and rushed to the airport. There was a pre-arranged plane at the airport. After verifying the information and loading the cargo, the pilot pushed the throttle to the floor and sped off in a northwest direction.

We arrived two hours earlier than expected.

Upon disembarking from the plane and seeing Lin Yi, Cao Bin rushed over, knelt down with a thud, and hugged Lin Yi's leg, crying out:

"Senior, next time something like this happens, could you please tell them to slow down the plane? I'm scared sitting on it!"

Soon?
Lin Yi's curious gaze turned to Guo Song, who smiled and pointed to the plane, specifically to Shandong Airlines, saying:
"The pilots of Shandong Airlines are all retired fighter pilots from the military. They can fly very fast."

"We can basically guarantee your on-time arrival and that you won't spend too much time on the plane." "The cargo is unloaded, time to go back!"

All the cargo on the plane had been unloaded onto trucks and inventoried. Lin Yi and the others climbed back into their vehicles, and then the long convoy departed from the airport and headed towards the camp.

Upon arrival, they were not greeted by sentries, but by 100 warriors dressed in powered exoskeletons. They stood there with their hands behind their backs, dark and imposing, like an impenetrable wall.

These 100 people began to act as loaders, unloading equipment from trucks, and under the guidance of Xiaomi Heavy Industry engineers, disassembling and assembling grenade launchers while calibrating the weapons.

After several repetitions, once they had become familiar with the structure of the gun, the engineers from Xiaomi Heavy Industry began assembling the ammunition.

Upon seeing the ammunition, the stern-faced soldiers beamed with joy; this was good stuff.

But when they realized that each person would only receive 20 rounds of ammunition, not even enough to fill a drum magazine, the smiles on their faces vanished.

Once the ammunition was assembled, 20 rounds were distributed evenly among the soldiers.

Looking at the loaded drum magazine and the men ready for battle, Guo Song walked to Leng Yun's side and asked in a low voice:
"Should we test it first, that is, not let anyone shoot, do a mechanical test first, and see if it's safe?"

Just as Leng Yun was about to agree, the platoon leaders in front of him immediately patted their chests in agreement:
"Please rest assured, sir. Testing weapons and firearms is what we should do. We have long since put security aside!"

"For the prosperity and strength of our motherland, we are willing to shed blood and sacrifice ourselves!"

"So please let me be the first to be tested!"

After uttering those lofty words, the platoon leader took a step forward, stomped his foot, and then stood at attention in front of Leng Yun.

In his hand was a 75mm grenade launcher, and even with the aid of a powered exoskeleton, the gun looked quite heavy as he held it in his arms.

Leng Yun hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently: "Go!"

Upon receiving instructions, the platoon leader quickly ran to the firing position to the side, lay down in a standard prone position, aimed his gun at the target in the distance, and locked onto the target through the 2x scope.

Leng Yun walked over to him and took the flag from the commander. "Are you ready?"

"Ready at all the time!"

Having received a response, Leng Yun signaled a readiness with a flag, then forcefully waved the small red flag in his hand: "Fully automatic, fire!"

After he finished speaking, the platoon leader's grenade launcher began to fire. The gunfire was fierce, but within the fierce gunfire, there was an even fiercer sound: the platoon leader's laughter. The sound was arrogant and unrestrained, even drowning out the sound of the grenade launcher firing.

It even drowned out the sound of the grenade explosion.

The target was a humanoid target set up overnight.

To increase the difficulty, sandbags were piled up in front of the target to form a barrier, with only the head sticking out.

From a distance of 1 kilometer, you can't even see the head of the target if you're not looking carefully. Even with a 2x scope, you can only barely see a bit of it.

When the grenade launcher fires, the first targets to be attacked are the sandbags in front of the target. The thick sacks are filled with mud and sand, they are very heavy and have strong defensive capabilities.

The first grenade fired from the grenade launcher hit the sandbag in front of the target, blowing it over.

Immediately afterwards, more grenades were unleashed at the target location.

Explosions rang out one after another, sand from sandbags flew everywhere, and shattered targets could be seen amidst the flying sand.

In fully automatic mode, all 20 75mm grenades were fired in less than a minute.

It wasn't until the gun was empty and the clicking sound of gunfire came from within that the platoon leader who fired the shot came to his senses. He glanced at his weapon with lingering satisfaction, stood up, and shouted at Leng Yun:

"Reporting to the commander, target practice completed. Requesting instructions!"

Leng Yun waved his hand gently, signaling the platoon leader to go and rest. He then took out his binoculars and looked into the distance at the bunker that had been there just two minutes before.

After 20 rounds of 75mm grenades were unleashed, the original sandbag bunker disappeared, leaving only tattered sacks and scattered sand on the ground.

As for the target hiding behind the bunker, nobody knows where it went, or if it will even come back for dinner today.

After looking into the distance, Leng Yun walked back to the platoon leader, took the heavy grenade launcher from him, carefully held it in his arms, and after feeling its weight, asked softly, "How does it feel to fire?"

"Eh..." The platoon leader scratched his head with difficulty, unable to say a word.

Seeing his expression, Leng Yun knew that this person was completely immersed in the excitement of getting a new weapon and hadn't paid any attention to the so-called feel of firing a gun.

"Stay out of the way and write me a 5000-word self-criticism!"

Leaving the platoon leader aside, Leng Yun selected five more men. Before they took their firing positions, he gave them a heads-up:

"I know everyone is happy to receive the new weapon, but it is still being tested and we need your feedback."

"Time is tight, and each person only has 20 rounds of ammunition. In a moment, turn it on to semi-automatic mode and give me a good feel for the bullets when they are fired. If there is anything wrong, remember to give feedback immediately."

"Do you all understand?"

"I understand!" A loud voice rang out, sounding so firm and reliable.

Leng Yun stepped aside, threw the men into the firing positions, and waited for them to adjust to semi-automatic mode. Then, Leng Yun picked up the flag again and swung it down forcefully.

The sound of grenade launchers rang out again. This time, because more people had joined in, the gunfire was somewhat chaotic. However, with each shot, sandbags from another sandbag bunker 1 kilometer away would fly up.

The rate of fire was so fast that even in semi-automatic mode, it took the five men less than two minutes to fire all 20 grenades.

The bunkers and targets were set up in much the same way. After 100 grenades were fired, the area where this bunker was located was even cleaner. There wasn't even a tattered sack left. They had all been blown up and shattered, and then the wind in the valley carried them all away.

Seeing this through the telescope, Leng Yun was delighted, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. Light footsteps approached from the side, followed by Guo Song's voice:
"I think this gun is pretty good."

"It effectively solved the problem of insufficient firepower for light weapons and excessive weight for heavy machine guns."

Hearing his words, Leng Yun let out a soft sigh. Just when Guo Song thought he was dissatisfied with the weapon, Leng Yun spoke softly:
"The amount of explosives is too small!"

"A magazine contains 25 rounds, but now each person can only get 20 rounds. It's hard to tell what's going on."

"If we had 200 or 2000 rounds, the results would be much more visually apparent during a fight."

2000 rounds?
Guo Song couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You really dare to think that way."

Twenty 40mm grenades, and high-explosive grenades produced by Xiaomi Heavy Industry, are no different from a mortar barrage when fired.

He actually complained about such firepower.

However, firing 2000 40mm grenades all at once would definitely be a spectacular sight; I might try it sometime in the future.

After these five people finished, it was equivalent to giving them a 2000-word reflection.

He turned around and called 10 more people.

(End of this chapter)