Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

"Strategic transport aircraft are awesome!" Qin Yang said with some emotion as he stood on the test track, watching the M1 tank on the trailer approaching from the distance.

Generally, large items like tanks are transported by sea. Only Americans would be extravagant enough to use transport aircraft for airlift. Whether it's a C5 or a C17, they can easily fit a tank into their belly.

The Soviets also have transport aircraft of this level, but they don't need them. They can use railway transport.

After deciding to come and promote their tank, the Americans immediately flew over in a C17, delivered the tank to the airport, and then hauled it over by trailer.

Qin Yang thought of the Y-10 again. This is just the beginning. There will be Y-20 and Y-30 in the future. The motherland will also have transport aircraft of this level.

"President Qin, do you really believe our 85 tank can defeat the M1 tank?" Old Fang was still a little worried.

"Of course! Our 85 tank is much more advanced than the M1 tank. The Americans showed up silently and suddenly because they wanted to catch us off guard. Now, we will use the advanced performance of our own tanks to catch them off guard!"

Is our tank really advanced?

Seeing Old Fang's doubtful gaze, Qin Yang continued to smile: "Old Fang, don't be intimidated by Western advanced technology. Our Eastern products are not bad either. For customers, what suits them is the best."

The roar of the trailer grew louder and louder, then disappeared. Seeing the trailer stop, a large group of Pakistani officers gathered around.

This was an even taller and more powerful tank. From the front, the sloped armor on the turret seemed to be similar to the Type 85 tank. The armor on the hull had no slope. All the armor relied on the front and lower part of the hull, which was a 'shoot-me-first' design.

Viewed from the side, it could be seen that the hull was very long, requiring seven pairs of road wheels. The engine compartment bulged high, and the width of the turret could also be seen.

Although the shape of the Eastern turret was similar to it, it was much smaller. The M1 tank's turret was a typical 'big-headed son,' while the Eastern one was a 'small-headed dad.'

Because the turret was too large, it made the barrel look very small, which seemed a bit uncoordinated.

An old man with gray hair but still full of energy got off the trailer in front and strode towards the group of officers below.

"Hello, everyone, let me introduce myself. I am Dr. Wright."

"Dr. Wright, are you the inventor of the M1 tank?" Mirza stood in awe, extended both hands, and shook hands with the other party enthusiastically: "Welcome to Taxila."

"The M1 tank is the achievement of everyone. I just did what I should do." Wright said with a smile: "This time, I heard that you need advanced tanks, so we brought the M1 tank over to let you see what a tank with world-class advanced performance looks like."

"What's the background of this person?" Looking at the enthusiastic scene in the distance, the Eastern visitors still kept their distance. Old Fang asked Qin Yang in a low voice.

"Dr. Wright, born in poverty, studied hard, worked diligently. In 1950, he joined Chrysler and participated in the development of a series of military vehicles. Later, when developing the M1 tank, he had already grown into the chief engineer. Moreover, the outside world believes that it was because he insisted on using a gas turbine that helped Chrysler win the tank bid. Chrysler also promoted him to the director of the tank factory. When it was acquired by General Dynamics, he also went to General Dynamics together," Qin Yang briefly introduced.

Qin Yang didn't expect Dr. Wright to come in person. It seems he is determined to win. This guy was born in '22, and now he should be at the retirement age of 60! Why is he still participating in this kind of thing instead of staying at home with his wife and children?

With this thought in mind, Qin Yang looked at Dr. Wright.

At this time, Dr. Wright also looked over, and their eyes met. Dr. Wright said with a smile: "You also have friends from the East here. It's a great honor to meet them. I'll go over and say hello to them."

After speaking, Dr. Wright strode over and walked up to Qin Yang, seemingly knowing that Qin Yang was the main character: "You are President Qin, right? I heard people from Cadillac mention you, saying that your mind is full of whimsical ideas and that many problems can be solved with clever methods. As the designer of the M1 tank, I also admire you very much. Since we have the opportunity today, how about you comment on our M1 tank?"

The two shook hands, and Qin Yang's face was full of smiles: "Dr. Wright, we are now in a competitive relationship, so I won't pick on the problems with your tank. Otherwise, if I say a lot, it will be suspected of tarnishing your tank and will hinder customers from making the right choice. If you want to hear my advice, let's talk about it after our bidding is over. By the way, are you going to drive the tank down now? Don't waste time!"

The two communicated in English, and a group of old Pakistani men could understand it. Originally, they thought President Qin was just talking big, but they didn't expect that he didn't change his words here. Could it be that there really is a problem with the M1 tank?

"President Qin, please tell us directly. We are all ears." Dr. Wright continued to appear very friendly, then turned his head and looked at the trailer: "Drive the tank down now!"

The roar of the engine sounded, relatively sharp, somewhat like the sound of a helicopter. With this accompaniment, Qin Yang spoke.

"Ahem, let's first talk about whether this tank is for your own use or for export? If the project is successful, can your subsequent transactions all be based on the performance of this prototype? If the performance tested now is advanced, but the version is changed when it is finally delivered, that would be deceiving the customer."

Dr. Wright's face changed immediately: "President Qin, we can guarantee that the test prototype and the prototype officially delivered to the customer are exactly the same! They all use 1,500-horsepower gas turbines, and they all use the same fire control system!"

"Then, what about the armor used? Is the Chobham armor you use for your own use the same for export?" Qin Yang asked: "The Pakistani tanks are going to the battlefield. If the armor is weak, something big will happen."

Fahata and others' expressions became serious.

This is like buying furniture. Spending hundreds of thousands to buy high-end solid wood furniture, and then placing it back to show high-end atmosphere, but one day suddenly hit off a corner, revealing the layers of wood veneer pressed inside the structure, instantly dumbfounded.

Tanks are also like this. No one will shoot the tank to determine the armor's protection ability after buying it back. It will not show its original shape until it goes to the battlefield. The M1 used by the Americans is so hard that their own armor-piercing bullets cannot penetrate their own armor. What about the exported one? Like the infamous T-72, it still blows the turret!

Dr. Wright regretted it. He had just put on a very tolerant appearance, but he actually wanted to embarrass the Easterners. Who would have thought that the other party's questions would be so tricky and eccentric that he couldn't answer them at all. If he had known, he would not have paid attention to the Easterners at all.

He originally wanted to suppress the East with engines and fire control, after all, the East is very weak in these aspects, but now he has been dragged to the armor and will not let go.

Dr. Wright was finally annoyed: "No matter what armor we use for export, it is stronger than your 85 tank!"

"Is that so?" Qin Yang's face continued to smile: "I have a way to test it. Let's have our two tanks 1,000 meters apart, and fire at each other at the same time to see whose tank has stronger protection, how about it?"