Arc of Gunfire

Faced with Wang Zhong's question, the "marshal" just replied: "Didn't Her Royal Highness transfer the only tank to watch the ceremony?"

Wang Zhong was stunned: "That's it? Are there no other tanks watching the ceremony?"

"Marshal" frowned: "Except for you and His Highness Ivan, no one likes to play with this. Only you two direct that thing to run around all day long. That thing is so noisy when driving, and it is bumpy when you sit on it. We meet from time to time, no one wants to play!”

"Marshal"'s words were immediately recognized by everyone: "Yes, that thing makes a lot of noise when driven."

"The last time I sat down, my head was full of tears."

Wang Zhong's mood suddenly fell to the bottom. He originally thought that this was a popular sport among the young masters in the capital, but it turned out that only the crown prince and his friends liked it.

At this time, it suddenly became noisy outside.

Then several trucks appeared, full of blue-hatted inquisitors.

A noble lady started screaming when she saw the judge, and the high-pitched high-pitched sound made Wang Zhongtian's spirit numb.

Wang Zhong was also confused. Why did the church decide to take action so quickly? No, the Patriarch's intention last night seemed to be to resolve the primary conflict first.

The truck stopped behind Wang Zhong, and the inquisitors got out of the truck and surrounded the mansion.

The inquisitor leading the team, with his left hand still in plaster and bandaged, opened the car door with his remaining right hand and got out of the passenger seat, walking towards Wang Zhong: "Hey, hello, 'Returner from Hell'."

Wang Zhong recognized this person as an old acquaintance, the judge whom Bogdanovka took him to the headquarters.

"You ran away from Bogdanovka?"

The judge smiled and said: "We broke out with a group of judges."

Wang Zhong: "Is there another one?"

"He remains in Hell," answered the Inquisitor.

Wang Zhong: "My condolences."

"No, we went to heaven to see Saint Andrew. There is nothing sad about it. What is sad is these people." After saying this, the one-armed judge pursed his lips at the horrified dandies huddled together. Suddenly, he smiled, " Oh, look, someone peed their pants!"

Wang Zhong already had stress symptoms and frowned immediately when he heard the diaper.

He followed the gaze of the one-armed judge and saw a large amount of wetness on the pants of the dude wearing a "marshal" uniform who greeted Wang Zhong arrogantly.

"Why are you here?" he asked the inquisitor while carefully studying the large "map". "Their parents were found to be spies?"

After Wang Zhong said this, there was immediately a burst of crying.

The judge shook his head: "No, we heard that you were coming here, so we followed you. If we find corpses everywhere when we arrive, we will deal with the aftermath as soon as possible. After all, the main enemy now is the Prosen people. , to unite all forces that can be united to resist the Prossen people.”

After speaking, he looked at the bearish looks of these people and shook his head: "Now it seems that we almost scared them to death. On the other hand, these guys have ghosts in their hearts."

Wang Zhong: "How are you prepared for this situation now?"

"Let me confirm, you don't plan to open fire, right? It won't turn into a bloodshed here, right? The old servant at the door said that you came in with a gun, it was just...a small accident, right?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, the old servant said that people wearing military uniforms are not allowed to enter."

The one-armed judge frowned: "Are they so blatant? Hey, you! Does this club stipulate that no one in military uniform can enter?"

The last sentence was said to the frightened dandies.

Immediately someone shouted: "It was Pandelei who said it!"

The "marshal" who had already drawn a map on his pants screamed: "Me! I was drunk and lost my head!"

One-armed Inquisitor: "Take him away and examine him carefully!"

Pandelei made a sound like a killing pig.

The two judges came up and held him up, one on the left and the other on the right, and pulled him away.

The one-armed judge smiled at Wang Zhong and said, "You've come here, right? Don't worry, we usually won't embarrass him too much. Then we will close the team. Remember, don't draw your gun casually, you are on the cusp of the storm now."

The judges gathered together and got into the car at the same speed as they had just unfolded, and left in a hurry.

Wang Zhong turned to look at these dudes and found that everyone was sitting directly on the ground.

"You are too cowardly." He teased.

"We are not princes." someone replied.

Wang Zhong: "Me neither!"

He was unhappy because he couldn't find the viewing tank, but a new idea soon came to him.

This tank couldn't have been made by the Crown Prince and himself, and since a tank is such an easy-to-break thing, someone must help maintain it.

So he asked again: "Do you know who you ordered the ceremony tank from?"

At this time, the club steward who had been silent at the side replied: "It was ordered from Xiayebao United Machinery Factory. This factory has been responsible for producing various special vehicles for royal and review purposes. Now it is said that it is also under the orders of the Ordnance Bureau. Production of T34 tanks.”

Wang Zhong was overjoyed, "Okay, so the hen that laid the eggs is here!"

The steward continued: "You should go to the general director of the machinery factory, Morozov. There should be design drawings and other things in the factory."

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"We do still have the design drawings." Morozov, the general director of the Lower Yebao United Machinery Plant, replied, "But now all the workshops are producing T34, and the design of this viewing tank is very different from the T34. If we want to produce it, the entire production line will have to be stopped for adaptation and modification, which will affect our production progress. "

Wang Zhong: "How did you build this car at that time?"

"At that time, our factory was not operating at full capacity, and its main job was to produce various royal cars. So we allocated our strength to assemble one."

Wang Zhong: "I am now asking to stop a production line and switch to producing this kind of viewing vehicle, because its combat effectiveness is much higher than the ordinary T34!"

Morozov frowned: "This is impossible. We accept the leadership of the Ordnance Bureau. You are just a major general. Although you have outstanding military exploits, I cannot stop the production line just because of your words."

Morozov stopped, thought for a while and said: "In this way, after all, we are a factory dedicated to serving the royal family. If you can take the next task in the name of the royal family, I can find the manpower to start the work.

"We can think of ways to build the factory. I think the original warehouse can be used as a factory if it is renovated. Now that the production tasks are so heavy, the raw materials will be shipped and used up quickly, so there is no need for the warehouse."

Wang Zhong: "How can I take on a mission in the name of the royal family?"

Morozov looked confused: "Aren't you a prince? Just let Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess speak. Isn't that all?"

"I'm not a prince. But I can make Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess talk. Please borrow the phone."

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An hour later, Morozov looked suspiciously at the princess Olga Nikolayevna Antonovna who arrived after a long journey, and then looked at Wang Zhong suspiciously.

Wang Zhong was also embarrassed: "Olga, why don't you send a servant?"

Princess Olga: "I am the most idle person in the summer palace at the moment, so I came here in person. Director Morozov, this is a production task issued by the palace. We need to order a hundred tanks for the ceremony. National Day celebrations this November.”

Morozov took the document handed over by Olga and looked at it carefully: "Well, the format and procedures of the document are complete. I will start arranging the production right away. Huh? The document also has the seal of the Cardinal Hall of the Church? "

"Ah, that's right. I called the Cardinals' Office and told them about it. They also support the production of tanks for the ceremony, so I went there to get a seal stamped on the way over." Olga explained with a smile. "They also said that if there is a shortage of workers, they can contact the church in the factory."

Wang Zhong listened to this conversation and connected it with the words of the one-armed judge just now.

Olga looked at Wang Zhong: "By the way, the Major General is here. He is the person who has the most say on the battlefield performance of this tank. Why not let him give some suggestions for improvement? Anyway, it will take time for you to organize the production line."

Morozov nodded and looked at Wang Zhong: "We can make limited improvements."

Wang Zhong: "Can you change the sighting equipment? We have captured a lot of Proson's sights. The right edge of their sights is the ruler used by the main gun. It is very convenient to adjust and is much more advanced than ours. Damn it. With this set of sights, the Prossen tanker can hit the target at a long distance.

"We can hit the enemy more stably at a distance of three hundred meters."

Morozov: "Do you have the captured Plosin scope?"

Wang Zhong: "I dismantled a lot of the wreckage of Prosen. Most of them were thrown into Aolaqi, and only a little was brought out."

Morozov: "Then give them to me and I'll see if I can imitate them. Do you have any other requirements?"

Wang Zhong: "The reliability of the engine is too low. Every time we fight for about two days, it will break down and require a whole day to repair it."

"The engine has low reliability." Morozov wrote this line next to the design drawing. "Let's see if we can solve it. Is there anything else?"

Wang Zhong: "The turret is too easy to be jammed by enemy attacks. The enemy has now discovered this, and basically everyone will hit the 'neck'. Moreover, the tracks are also very fragile and are always interrupted by the enemy."

Morozov shook his head: "The track will be interrupted by enemy artillery, and we have no way to solve it. The problem of the seat ring being stuck may be solved by adding obstacles to deflect the artillery shells."

Wang Zhong continued: "Also, and most importantly, every car must have a radio!"

Morozov: "Of course, that's how it is drawn on the drawing. Every car will have a radio and viewing seats. But, are there so many nobles willing to sit in a tank and watch the ceremony?"

Olga said: "I am very willing, and there are probably many other ladies who are also willing, because they all admire Duke Rokosov."

"I see." Morozov looked at Wang Zhong with a look that was very difficult to explain.

Wang Zhong could only pretend to enjoy the scenery.