Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

136 Shi Shi belongs to the repair shop.

"This is too much, really too much!" Qin Yang said with some anger while using professional tools to repair a Type 80 light machine gun that had been damaged during transportation.

"Yangzi, you are now the most important person in our military industry. Brother Lin has agreed not to reveal that you are using Zhang Chao's identity and let you stay here for a few more days, which is already very good. If he reports your real identity to his superiors, they would probably send you back immediately."

"I came here, of course, not to stay behind and do logistics. Listen, you can hear the rumbling of artillery fire outside. The battlefield is right in front of me, but I can't go up. It's a pity, really a pity!" Qin Yang said helplessly.

It's like a beautiful woman standing naked in front of you, but you can't get it up. What a distressing thing!

Also, this Wang Fang actually doesn't appreciate me, the one who brought her here, and is actually starting to speak up for Brother Lin!

"Yangzi, it's already extraordinary that you were able to come here. You still have to think about what kind of punishment you will receive when you go back. As for going to the front line, don't even think about it, unless..." Wang Fang was still speaking up for Brother Lin!

"Hey, is there anyone in the repair shop who understands electronic equipment?" Just then, a voice rang out outside.

Qin Yang opened the tent flap and looked outside, seeing an open-top 212 pulling a trailer.

This trailer was two-wheeled, covered with camouflage netting, with a roughly square shape underneath and a curved top.

When he saw this thing, Qin Yang immediately thought of something: "Is that an artillery radar?"

"Oh, it seems you know your stuff." Zhang Xin, the radar platoon leader, jumped out of the passenger seat of the 212 and said, "We just received this radar and planned to test it on the battlefield first, but as soon as we towed it over, it broke down. It's all in foreign languages, and we don't understand it. We don't have detailed circuit diagrams, and we don't dare to take it apart to fix it, so we can only come here and try our luck. If it doesn't work, we'll have to send it back!"

"Broken? What's broken?" Qin Yang asked.

"It doesn't work after turning it on. We don't know what the problem is."

"Then it should be the power supply part," Qin Yang said. "Let's take it apart and have a look."

"Platoon leader, what if we break it? The higher-ups won't let us off easily." Zhao Yibao, the squad leader who came down from the back seat of the 212, was a little worried. The person in front of him was too young. Could he really do it?

"Break it? What are you talking about? The technical personnel in our division's repair shop are all sent from various military factories in the country. How could we break it for you?" Qin Yang glared at him: "Forget it, this isn't our job anyway. We won't fix it. You guys tow it back. It'll take several months to go back and forth, and you'll have to wait for the maintenance personnel to come by plane. Humph, it's just a Cymbeline radar imported from the UK. Did you think no one else could fix it?"

"Little brother, little brother, don't be angry. Can you take a look for us first?" Zhang Xin was very surprised to hear Qin Yang mention the origin of this radar. It seemed this young man had some skills!

Artillery reconnaissance radar calculates the target coordinates by measuring the trajectory of artillery shells, with the highest measurement accuracy for the curved trajectory of mortar shells. After the outbreak of the conflict, domestically produced 370 and 372 artillery reconnaissance radars had already been deployed to the battlefield, but their accuracy was not high enough. Therefore, this year, the higher-ups imported four FA No.15 MK-2 Cymbeline artillery reconnaissance radars from the UK, one for imitation, one at the Artillery Academy, and the remaining two sent to the south.

The Cymbeline radar is impressive. In addition to guiding our own artillery counterattacks, it can also perform multiple tasks: artillery spotting, coastal surveillance, searching and tracking low-altitude targets such as helicopters and small aircraft, and terrain surveying. It is a true jack-of-all-trades.

Qin Yang took the screwdriver and quickly removed the casing, then glanced inside and reached in to pull out something.

"No big problem, just a fuse burned out."

"A fuse? Is it a British standard? We don't have any spare parts!"

"Generally speaking, there will be at least five spare fuses on this cover plate." Qin Yang skillfully reached for the cover plate and pulled out a fuse as if by magic, then installed it.

"Okay, try it. If it keeps burning, it means there's a problem with the power supply circuit. However, I guess the fuse filament just broke from the bumps along the way."

Just the fuse filament broke?

Zhao Yibao connected the circuit with some skepticism. The lights on the indicator panel lit up. It was really fixed!

"Comrade, thank you very much!" Zhang Xin said excitedly: "We can finally put it into use on the position!"

"You're just planning to leave like this?" Qin Yang asked back.

"Oh, right." Zhang Xin quickly took out two ten-yuan bills from his pocket: "Take this money and buy something good to eat."

"No, no." Qin Yang shook his head: "That's not what I meant." Was he, with his million-yuan annual salary, interested in these two ten-yuan bills?

Qin Yang pointed to the 212: "Are you planning to tow this radar to the front line with the car?"

"Is there any other way?"

"I can disassemble it. After disassembly, the people in the radar platoon can carry it on their backs. When they get to a suitable position, they can reassemble it."

Disassemble, disassemble, and reassemble?

The people in the radar platoon were stunned. They had never heard of such a thing!

The Cymbeline radar is a slimmed-down version of the Green Archer, which requires two off-road trucks to tow it. The former, plus the matching power supply system, weighs only 390 kilograms. Moreover, the British considered the needs of mountain warfare when designing it. After disassembly, it can be carried by people to the position.

However, it was clear that the British had held back.

"If it can be disassembled, we can move it to the 502 Highland and have a panoramic view of the opposite side. Even if the monkeys have dozens of artillery positions, we can detect them all!"

"No, what if it gets broken?"

"We're at war now. The first thing to consider is how to win! I'll report to the higher-ups!" Zhang Xin made up his mind: "Turn on our radio."

Looking at the radio with foreign characters, Qin Yang felt a wave of emotion. The higher-ups really valued the Cymbeline radar unit!

"Yes, yes, don't worry, you can shoot me if something goes wrong!" Zhang Xin finished reporting and looked at Qin Yang: "Comrade, if you can disassemble it, then disassemble it!"

So, Qin Yang disassembled the radar with a clatter. His proficiency definitely didn't look like a novice.

"Okay, next, carry these things to the position. I'll go with you!"

At this time, Wang Fang, who had been watching the excitement, became nervous: "Yang... Chaozi, Brother Lin said to let us stay here."

"You stay here. I have to go. They need me!" Qin Yang felt delighted. Just because Brother Lin didn't want him to go, did that mean he had no way?

"No, it's dangerous!"

"It is a bit dangerous, or should I bring an Type 80 heavy machine gun with me?" Qin Yang pressed his advantage.

Cymbeline radar principle