Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Takshila Tank Repair Factory.

After a night's rest, everyone had recovered their energy. Before the 85 tanks were transported over, they first inspected the repair factory and then determined the improvement plan. Their current mission was to transform this place from a tank repair facility into a tank manufacturing plant.

Qin Yang walked around, observing but not offering much in the way of opinions, as if he were just here for sightseeing.

One day, two days, three days, a week later, the 85 tanks finally arrived!

Everyone came to the test track next to the tank repair factory, looking at the dark green tanks with great excitement.

"Gentlemen, our tanks are fully adapted to the hot climate here," Qin Yang said, watching the tanks drive off the trailers, introducing them to a large group of military officers. "They possess advanced firepower and protection, and the power is fully capable of meeting your needs. The following tests will definitely be an eye-opener for everyone."

"Qin, can you first show us the firepower?" Fahata asked expectantly.

"Of course," Qin Yang nodded. "In order to demonstrate the advanced nature of our tank, please select a gunner. After half an hour of training, we will conduct live-fire target practice while moving, so you can see how advanced our Eastern tanks are."

Fang Lao remained silent on the side, completely leaving it to Qin Yang to exaggerate. Qin Yang had satisfied the armored soldiers in China with such exaggerations, so these old Pakistanis should also be satisfied, right?

"Really? That's great!" Fahata said, "I was a tank gunner when I first joined the army! Train me now!"

As Fahata spoke, he climbed into the gunner's position. Qin Yang sat next to him and began to explain the operation of the fire control system.

A test driver from the tank repair factory responded and climbed into the driver's cabin. Although the tank chassis had become six pairs of road wheels, the operation was exactly the same as before, with no difference, and they could easily master it.

The roar of the engine sounded again, powerful and forceful. Engaging gear, starting!

As the tank bumped along, Fahata's eyes once again focused on the sight. But at this moment, he discovered that the sight in front of him was actually moving.

"Director Qin, what's going on?" Fahata turned to look at Qin Yang in surprise. "Is it not fixed properly?"

"It's not that it's not fixed properly. In order to more accurately aim at the target, our sight can reduce errors by swinging. This is the world's most advanced swing-type fire control."

The most advanced? There was some disbelief in Fahata's eyes. I don't have much education, so don't fool me.

"Put your chin on the groove below, so you can move with the sight," Qin Yang reminded. "As for whether it's advanced, you'll know once you fire."

Because the sight needs to swing, the eyes have to move with it. To make it easier for the gunner, a leather groove has been added below, just like a vision testing machine, which is more secure.

Fahata was its first foreign user.

A target appeared in the distance. Following Qin Yang's instructions, Fahata calmly aimed, automatically loaded, and fired!

Boom!

The tank seemed to tremble with the firing. Soon, the voice of the target reporter came from the radio: "Accurate hit!"

"Great, the Eastern fire control system is indeed advanced. This is our first time shooting while moving!" Fahata was extremely excited. "We will also produce such powerful tanks in the future!"

They wanted to have all the performance that the T-72 tank had!

On the opposite side, the Indians were also unwilling to be outdone.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the Indians came to the range, not only with technical personnel but also with a large group of officers.

Dara, who had chaired the meeting last time, also came to the scene, listening to Saksh's report in front of him.

"We have completed the research and development of this armor-piercing projectile according to the design plan on the intelligence!" Saksh said confidently, "Using it to modify our armor-piercing projectiles will definitely achieve a penetration depth of 400 millimeters!"

"Really? That's good news," Dara said, looking at the armor-piercing projectile in front of him.

The front revealed a section of the warhead, black and shiny, with a special saddle-shaped sabot in the middle, and yellow propellant behind it. It was longer than the old Russian-imported shells, and it looked very powerful.

"We manufactured the first batch of liquid-phase sintered penetrators according to those formulas. We have tested them, and their hardness is far greater than the hardness of the 3BM17 armor-piercing projectile penetrators we import. The two are fixed together with a steel sleeve, which significantly increases the length-to-diameter ratio and will definitely increase the penetration depth. We have also increased the capacity of the propellant…"

"Will changing the length cause a decrease in accuracy?" someone next to Dara asked.

"That's right, if we don't change it, it will definitely reduce accuracy. However, we have also changed to a saddle-shaped sabot, which can better fix the penetrator and should solve the problem of reduced accuracy."

"Now that it has been made, let's test it," Dara said, pointing to the side, the gold watch on his wrist flashing. "Install it on our T-72 tank and show the highest level of our South Asian tanks!"

A T72 tank was parked next to them, its smooth lines, its high gun barrel, and its V-shaped front armor, all of which were inspiring.

However, it was somewhat different from ordinary tanks. A row of sofas had been added to the rear of the turret! Iron frames were specially welded onto the turret, not only to fix the sofas but also to support sun umbrellas on top. There was also a railing next to it so that more people could stand there.

This was the unique Indian turret sofa, the only one in the world. When they were directing exercises, they had no command vehicles or tents, so they directly modified a tank like this and sat on it to direct tank battles. It was clearly a tank, but it gave off the feeling of an elephant. If they added some curry food, it would be even more characteristic.

Of course, this was their tradition. Not only these soldiers but even their top leaders had sat on it, and inspecting the troops was quite bizarre.

After Dara finished speaking, he walked towards the tank, stepped on the specially prepared ladder, and sat in the middle position. A military officer wrapped in a red and black turban sat on his right, and the left was still empty.

"Saksh, come and sit here."

Saksh quickly shook his head. What were these guys thinking? This was testing ammunition, did they think it was an inspection of the troops?

"Saksh, are you worried that the armor-piercing projectile you made won't work?"

Of course not, Saksh shook his head: "There is no problem with the armor-piercing projectile I made. I'd better accept the baptism of gunpowder smoke below. Let Diwali go up and sit with you."

Diwali didn't decline and went straight up.

Then, photographers with cameras appeared below. Saksh was a little helpless. He understood that these people wanted to pose for pictures, and they wanted to pose when the tank fired, so that it would be domineering enough.

"Send the shell up," Saksh directed the others.

The improved armor-piercing projectile was lifted onto the turret, and the gunner inside took it, frowning.

"Will this shell be a little long? Can our autoloader use it?"

"Of course, no problem, this is the maximum length that the autoloader can use. We have already asked the Soviets, and this size is just right," Saksh said.

The shell was inserted into the autoloader, and sure enough, it was just right.

The turret sofa could only seat three people, and the others stayed next to the tank.

Standing next to the tank was actually nothing. After all, in infantry-tank cooperation, the soldiers had to follow next to the tank and charge. They had to follow when the tank fired. Apart from being a little deafening, the air waves wouldn't do anything to people.

The photographer was busy looking for the best angle, planning to shoot the most beautiful shot. This was the rarest and most precious historical image.

"Autoload!" Inside the tank, the tanker was a little nervous.

Buzz! The carousel autoloader started to rotate, turning the shell to the bottom of the elevator, and then there was a whooshing sound. The shell was actually lifted up, just right!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The rammer pushed the warhead and propellant into the barrel, and there were no problems. It was a tight fit.

It seemed that there was no problem, and he had been overthinking it.

The gunner aimed at the multi-layered target in the distance and stepped on the firing pin.

Boom!