Bright Sword: From Border Region Manufacturing to Major National Heavy Industry

Chapter 271 Defective Equipment

Border Region Arsenal

"Factory manager, you know what, these college students are actually quite good at practical skills."

Lao He said happily to Li Muzhi, "They can learn many things after being taught only once, and now they can go straight to their workstations and start working."

Li Muzhi laughed and said, "These are all carefully selected talents, so they certainly won't be bad."

This era is not like the later ones.

Too many college students in later generations only understand theory, and their practical skills are completely blank.

Surprisingly, there were college students with excellent grades who couldn't even do simple daily tasks well, such as not knowing how to wash clothes, or even how much food to get at the food window.

even!

In later generations, a very peculiar type of college student emerged.

They spent four years of university playing games, watching short videos, or binge-watching TV series, but after graduation, they claimed they couldn't find a job.

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Playing video games for four years and expecting a high salary right out of school? That's just wishful thinking.

People often say that university degrees are devalued, but actually, it's the students' abilities that are being devalued... Ahem, I've gotten a bit off-topic.

"Yes, these are all promising talents." The old man nodded approvingly. "Once they are familiar with all the procedures, they will be able to train more workers for us."

The Japanese invaders will not give up easily during their sweep.

Even if they fail this time, they will quickly make a comeback next time.

The border region's arsenal still needs to quickly expand its manpower for weapons and ammunition production.

"Factory Director, Minister Zhang is here and waiting in your office. He wants to see you." At this moment, someone came to inform Li Muzhi.

"Old He, then you continue to oversee production," Li Muzhi said.

"Okay." Old He nodded.

Li Muzhi returned to his office, and Comrade Zhang's expression seemed somewhat strange.

Seeing Li Muzhi arrive, Zhang Wanhe asked, "Little Li, how's the production of the Hell Missile parts going?"

Although the data feedback from the Hellfire missile has not yet returned.

However, most of these parts can be produced first.

"It went smoothly. What's wrong, Minister Zhang?" Li Muzhi asked suspiciously.

“I reported the Hell Missiles to the headquarters leaders, and they were very pleased and attached great importance to it. They said that once the Japanese mopping-up operation is over, they will definitely give you a big reward,” Zhang Wanhe said.

“Minister Zhang, didn’t I already tell the leaders at headquarters? This is what I should do. These honors should be left to the soldiers who fought the Japanese with blood and sweat,” Li Muzhi said.

“The soldiers will receive every single honor they deserve!” Zhang Wanhe said solemnly. “But the significance and honor you receive are equally important. Even if you don’t value these things, you will still receive what you are entitled to.”

Li Muzhi still asked, "Minister Zhang, you came to see me, surely it's not about the commendation from the headquarters leaders, is it?"

Comrade Zhang's expression was really too strange.

Zhang Wanhe then said, "You probably wouldn't believe it if I told you."

"Tell me about it," Li Muzhi said curiously.

"The Military Intelligence Bureau actually agreed to trade us equipment used to produce gas masks for flashbangs," Zhang Wanhe pointed out.

"Are they really that agreeable?" Li Muzhi paused immediately upon hearing this.

Logically speaking, given how valuable the equipment for producing gas masks is, how could the bald man have agreed so easily?

Even if Dai Li was very good at lobbying, it would have been impossible for him to win over the bald man in such a short time.

unless!

Unless there is a major defect in this batch of equipment.

After all, the equipment that the bald guy bought wasn't very good to begin with.

The masks produced are of a completely inferior quality compared to imported gas masks.

Therefore, the gas masks of the bald-headed elite troops are mainly imported.

Now that the bald man is willing to offer this batch of equipment in exchange, it's highly likely that the equipment has a problem.

“It’s precisely because they agreed so readily that I started to suspect something was wrong, which is why I came to discuss this with you,” Zhang Wanhe said, pointing. “Here’s what I’m thinking: the Military Intelligence Bureau will probably tamper with this batch of equipment. If we replace it with a batch of junk, wouldn’t we be losing out?”

Li Muzhi said directly, "The Military Intelligence Bureau wouldn't stoop to tampering with this batch of equipment."

"Why not?" Zhang Wanhe asked.

"The reason is simple. If this were a good batch of equipment, Baldy wouldn't have agreed so easily," Li Muzhi analyzed. "The fact that Baldy agreed so readily means there must be a defect in the equipment, which is why he nodded in agreement." "That makes sense," Zhang Wanhe nodded, then paused, looking up at Li Muzhi, "Little Li, should we still exchange it?"

“Of course we need to replace it,” Li Muzhi nodded directly. “Having equipment, even if it has defects, is better than having none. Let’s replace it first, and then I’ll figure out how to fix it. Isn’t that enough?”

"You probably haven't even seen this equipment before. Do you know how to fix it?"

"We'll figure it out eventually. Once we understand the principles of the equipment, we'll find a way," Li Muzhi replied.

“The Hellfire missile test is back without any problems, so the arsenal over there can go into full production. You should hurry up and place it inside the flashbangs,” Zhang Wanhe said. “I’ll let them know when you’ve finished it.”

“Okay, Minister Zhang.” Li Muzhi nodded, then, remembering something, added, “Minister Zhang, don’t forget, having equipment alone isn’t enough; you need to get the raw materials from over there.”

"Of course, you don't need to worry about that, I'll take care of it," Zhang Wanhe nodded.

Zhang Wanhe discussed a few more details with Li Muzhi. Just as Zhang Wanhe was about to leave, someone outside shouted, "Factory Director, Regiment Commander Liu has sent someone back with the data for the Hell Missile."

Upon hearing that the data for the Hell Missile had been sent back, before Li Muzhi could even express his opinion, Zhang Wanhe immediately ran out quickly.

Whether the Hellfire missile can be launched without a cannon barrel remains to be seen, and we'll have to wait for the feedback data.

Li Muzhi followed closely behind Zhang Wanhe and quickly walked out of the office.

At the gate of the arsenal, Liu Weidong's communications officer was panting heavily, his head covered in sweat.

Zhang Wanhe ran fast and was the first to reach the communications officer: "Comrade, was the Hell missile successfully launched?"

"Minister Zhang, it's more than just a success!" The communications officer was so excited he wanted to climb onto the roof, his mind racing like he was on drugs, his expression incredibly exaggerated. "Minister Zhang, it's such a pity you weren't there. Twenty Hellfire missiles were launched like a shower of flowers, instantly obliterating all of the Kumamoto army's logistics and supplies. The scene, the commotion, wow, I'll never forget it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wanhe's emotions instantly surged, and he laughed loudly: "Haha, if we can't make a cannon barrel, then we might as well not even need a cannon barrel for this Hell Missile, hahaha, the shell will fly out by itself, I bet the Japanese devils and traitors will be dumbfounded, hahaha."

Although Zhang Wanhe wasn't very good at fighting, he was, after all, the Minister of Logistics.

He understood perfectly what logistics and supplies meant to an army.

What does it mean that the Kumamoto army's logistical supplies were destroyed by the Hellfire Missiles?

This means that the Kumamoto Division will have no food.

If you can't even get food, what kind of war are you fighting? You'll just starve yourself to death.

In other words, the explosion of the Kumamoto Division's logistical supplies immediately ignited the dawn of victory in this counter-offensive.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wanhe stretched out his hand: "Let me see this feedback data."

The communications officer refused, saying, "Our regimental commander said that this data must be handed over to Director Li personally; no one else can."

"That's right, that's right." Old Zhang didn't pay attention to this little detail.

The Hell Missile was created by Li Muzhi, so the data feedback should be delivered directly to Li Muzhi without going through anyone else.

Li Muzhi walked over, and the communications officer quickly handed him the notebook with both hands, his expression full of admiration and respect: "Director Li, this is the feedback data that our regimental commander asked me to pass on to you."

"You've worked hard." Li Muzhi took the package and asked, "I heard you said you used Hellfire Missiles to bomb the Kumamoto army's supplies. Were your casualties high?"

"Director Li, to be honest, without your timely assistance with the Hellfire missile, we would probably have suffered thousands of casualties." The communications officer was so excited that his face was flushed, as if he were drunk. "With the Hellfire missile, we only had one person injured and we successfully completed the mission."

In that situation, even if Liu Weidong had sent a regiment to occupy Luoxuepo in advance and prevent the Japanese from entering,

But the Japanese had tens of thousands of guards.

Even if they manage to find a way to handle the logistics later, a fierce battle is inevitable, and the casualties will certainly be significant.

It can be said that a mere twenty Hellfire missiles saved thousands of lives, which is of great significance.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wanhe, who was standing nearby, immediately erupted in a tidal wave of emotion.

It's nothing short of a miracle that they managed to handle the supply and logistics of the Kumamoto army by injuring only one person.

That's the logistical supplies for a Japanese army of 60,000 to 70,000, so there must have been a lot of guards.

It's unbelievable that a mere twenty Hellfire missiles could take care of it.

Zhang Wanhe immediately gave Li Muzhi a big hug: "Little Li, your Hellfire missile has really provided important battlefield assistance to our soldiers. With the Hellfire missile, our casualties will be much smaller in the future, and our battle results will definitely be more brilliant."

Because Zhang Wanhe was too excited and used too much force, Li Muzhi couldn't breathe: "Minister Zhang, let go, I can't breathe."

"Oh, right, right, look how excited I am." Zhang Wanhe quickly released Li Muzhi, realizing the mistake of his behavior.

My precious little Li, we can't afford to hurt even a single hair on his head, we've been so rude.

Then, Zhang Wanhe, still somewhat curious, asked the communications officer, "So how did you get this injury?"

Although it's remarkable that the Kumamoto army's logistics and supplies were destroyed by injuring only one person, it's still quite an achievement.

But if it can be destroyed with zero casualties, then its significance will be even greater.

How come someone else got hurt?

(End of this chapter)