Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Following the voice, Qin Yang saw an old man. He was not tall, his hair was already gray, and he had a kind smile on his face. His eyes radiated a deep light as he looked at Qin Yang.

In that instant, Qin Yang felt warmth in his heart.

"Old Wang?"

"They all say that Factory 960 has produced a remarkable young man. I've wanted to see you for a long time. Seeing you today, you are indeed impressive. Engineer Qin, is this our first meeting, and you recognized me?"

"Yes, Old Wang. I've seen your photos. You are a pioneer in domestic firearm research and development, one of the most outstanding firearm designers of the older generation. I admire you very much."

Old Wang was a contemporary of Old Duo, and their skill levels were equally high. Qin Yang admired people like that, and they would never be as scheming as Xu Zhiqiang. Their minds were focused on how to improve firearms, not on how to create opposition and struggle.

Xu Zhiqiang widened his eyes in surprise. Wasn't Qin Yang usually arrogant? He actually had someone he admired? This was unscientific!

"Old Wang, he's just full of empty words. You weren't here just now, and he was constantly slandering us, saying that our gun..." Xu Zhiqiang couldn't help but speak to provoke again.

"No, he's not wrong." Old Wang didn't look at Xu Zhiqiang, but continued to look at Qin Yang. "Our automatic rifle does borrow many structures from the AKM rifle. Without that gun, we wouldn't have been able to complete development so quickly. Reputation is secondary. Finalizing the design as soon as possible and providing the army with a good gun is what we military workers should do."

"Yes, Old Wang is right." Yang Zhenhua's serious expression also disappeared. He looked at Xu Zhiqiang: "Aren't you going to test it?"

"Yes."

Xu Zhiqiang had nothing to say and could only leave awkwardly.

"Engineer Qin, I can't accept the title of the most outstanding firearm designer of the older generation. However, I am really old. The waves behind drive on those before! You, a young engineer, have built many good guns for our troops. Now that we've met, please give us some advice on this new automatic rifle." Old Wang didn't leave but handed a prototype gun to Qin Yang and said.

"Old Wang, am I really going to give advice?"

"That's right, give it. They can't hear it." Old Wang glanced at Xu Zhiqiang and the others who were leaving, his expression serious. "Don't be like them. I'll be unhappy if you don't say something genuine."

"Well, the biggest problem with this gun is the materials." Qin Yang said, "In this era, foreign countries have already started using engineering plastics to reduce the weight of guns. Now, our gun is still at the technical level of the 1950s and 1960s. The weight is too high."

Using engineering plastics to replace wood is an inevitable trend in gun development. After all, the lighter the gun, the more bullets a soldier can carry.

In China, the Type 81 rifle was the last rifle made of wood. The subsequent Type 87 rifle began to use a large amount of engineering plastics. By the Type 95, there was no wood to be seen. Carpenters who had been building rifles their whole lives had to change careers.

"Yes, our gun is for emergency use. The next gun will definitely use engineering plastics. Speaking of weight reduction, you guys are the best at it. By the way, any other suggestions?"

Qin Yang smiled and shook his head: "No, in front of firearm masters, I'm just a junior."

"You, why be so humble? Don't put a high hat on me either. Let's get busy first, and have dinner together tonight to chat."

In the distance, at the automatic rifle firing position, Xu Zhiqiang's face was displeased.

Hmph, watching Qin Yang act so high and mighty, he felt uncomfortable. If only there was a way to trick Qin Yang!

"Attention, prepare for test firing!"

Their testing began again.

Da da da!

Gunshots rang out, and several bullet casings flew out, hitting Xu Zhiqiang's head, who was two meters away.

"Ouch!" Xu Zhiqiang couldn't help but cry out.

This isn't artillery test firing, why would I wear a helmet? Xu Zhiqiang covered his head: "It seems that our ejection mechanism still has problems."

"Yes, let's find Engineer Qin for dinner tonight and see if he has any good ideas." Old Wang had already returned and immediately made a decision upon hearing Xu Zhiqiang's words.

"What good ideas could he have? Old Wang, you probably don't know, the entire system is spreading rumors that these guns developed by Qin Yang are all thanks to his father. He's only been around for a few years, how could he have such ability?"

No one believed that a young man like Qin Yang could become a military industry master. He must be riding on his father's coattails!

In later generations, elementary school students could publish papers in international journals, wasn't that their fathers acting as ghostwriters?

"I know his father, Qin Baoguo. He doesn't have that ability." Old Wang said, "This young man really has some skill."

"Hmph, let's wait and see. His machine gun..." At this point, Xu Zhiqiang stopped talking. He had already seen Old Wang's displeased expression.

Over there, the first test of the light heavy machine gun was about to begin.

"Operate the heavy machine gun as you normally would." Qin Yang said to the soldier in charge of operating the machine gun, "I believe in your aiming skills. There won't be any problems hitting the target at 100 meters."

"The weight of this machine gun has already met the standard. The remaining issues are accuracy and reliability. All of you, show your best level and shoot the machine gun with the highest accuracy!" Yang Zhenhua also issued an order.

"Yes!"

The machine gunner was under some pressure.

At this moment, he was operating the machine gun in a prone position. The tripod was retracted to the lowest point, almost parallel to the ground. His shoulder was against the buttstock, his eyes were aiming at the front sight and the target, and then he breathed steadily.

Da da da...

Flames appeared at the muzzle, not only in front of the muzzle but also on both sides. That was the unique muzzle brake reducing recoil! The gun body shook rhythmically with the firing, and the gun mount also shook with it.

Yang Zhenhua widened his eyes, watching the heavy machine gun firing.

The gun mount was so light, but it didn't move an inch! It was as if it was firmly nailed there! Just by looking at this, you could tell that this machine gun was indeed wicked.

The rattling sound stopped, and the fifty bullets in the side magazine were fired all at once.

"Immediately count the targets!"

"Report, the targets have been counted. At 100 meters, the dispersion R50 value is 0.13 meters!"

The voice was loud, spreading throughout the entire range. Instantly, the people testing the automatic rifle were dumbfounded.

"Impossible, how is this possible! The accuracy of this heavy machine gun is already comparable to the US military's current M2HB heavy machine gun!"

"This is too heaven-defying! It's even more accurate than our own Type 77 heavy machine gun!"