Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

As night fell, the conference room in the office building of the Taxila Tank Repair Factory was brightly lit.

"Let's all talk about it, what do you think of the M1 tank?" Mirza looked at the people below, his face full of energy.

Present were engineers from the tank repair factory and officers from the armored forces, but no one else; this was their internal meeting.

"The M1 tank's mobility is indeed good, far exceeding the Eastern 85 tank, but we have obtained detailed data that the M1 tank has a 1900-liter fuel tank, which will be completely burned out after just over a hundred kilometers in off-road conditions, and it's aviation kerosene. Our army's logistics department cannot afford it," said a logistics officer.

"This tank's fire control system is very advanced, but it still uses a 105mm tank gun, which is the same caliber as the 59 and 69 tanks we are currently modifying. The barrel length is not as high as ours, so although the firepower has not been tested, it certainly cannot compare with the Type 85 tank."

"In terms of protection, we cannot determine the difference between the US military's own models and this export model, but looking at the attitude of both parties today, General Qin is obviously confident that it is stronger than the opponent's protection."

Everyone spoke their minds, and their attitude was clear.

However, someone still sighed: "If the engine of the Type 85 tank could be stronger, that would be great!"

After seeing the M1 tank's off-road performance, everyone was somewhat dissatisfied with the Type 85 tank's mobility, which was normal; who doesn't like good things?

However, in terms of overall performance, the Type 85 tank is definitely the most balanced.

"Although the Americans want to provide us with military aid, the total amount of military aid is fixed. If it's given to our army, the navy and air force will have less. Currently, the air force has been looking forward to purchasing advanced fighter jets from the United States. If we use this military aid, the purchase of fighter jets will be in vain," Mirza said. "It seems that we still have to focus on Eastern tanks. However, this is only the first day of testing. We can continue testing next, without drawing conclusions immediately."

At this moment, an adjutant rushed over: "It's terrible, it's terrible, the Americans and the Easterners met in Taxila's only tea house, and they even sat at the same table."

Mirza's expression suddenly changed.

"I'll go take a look," Fahata stood up.

Mirza frowned: "I'll go with you."

Old Ba doesn't have alcohol here; there are no bars in the whole country. Instead, there are tea houses. They have a long history of drinking tea. For them, drinking tea every day has become a part of life. Of course, most of them drink at home. A small city like Taxila only has one tea house.

Today, after the test, Fahata had a meeting, so Qin Yang took Nie Xiaoqian and Lin Heping out for a stroll. It was boring to go back and face a spy woman, and he had to be on guard.

They agreed to come out for tourism, but they had been living a two-point life between the accommodation and the factory. The night was nice tonight, and a few people strolled into the tea house.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the drink patterns with pictures on the wall and said: "Brother Lin, Brother Yang, there are three types here: Tandoori, Qahwa, and Tea. What shall we drink?"

"We can't understand the others, so let's have tea," Lin Heping said.

Qin Yang glanced at Lin Heping, then nodded: "Okay, let's have milk tea then."

"Milk tea?"

"That's right, the tea here is milk tea. The other two are tea heated with a small oven and green tea," Qin Yang said. "In terms of taste, Tandoori is very similar to the tea over there."

"Okay, let's have Tandoori then."

The three sat at a table, watching the small oven placed in the center, the tea bubbling, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

"Speaking of drinking tea, it was obviously invented by our ancestors, but other countries always want to steal our glory. I heard that the Japs have some kind of tea ceremony, and they also promote drinking tea as their historical culture," Lin Heping said.

"Don't even mention tea, some people even steal pickled cabbage," Qin Yang said. He heard footsteps outside, and when he looked up, his heart skipped a beat.

Dr. Wright walked in from outside with two people.

Qin Yang was helpless: He didn't look at the almanac before going out today!

"Really, I've been looking for a lot of places, but there's not even a bar," Dr. Wright complained as he sat opposite Qin Yang: "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"

"Please sit. Our tea is freshly brewed, come, have a cup!" Qin Yang said, using a rag to pad the handle, picked up the teapot, placed a teacup in front of the other party, and began to pour tea.

The Old Ba, who was secretly protecting them, saw this situation, his eyelids began to twitch, and he quickly ran to find a street phone to report.

You even have to import technology for a tank gun from the UK, and you still have the nerve to say we are an agricultural country?

Dr. Wright looked at Qin Yang's expression in astonishment: "Sorry, I didn't mean to anger you. I just think that there is a division of labor in this world, some countries engage in industry, some countries maintain world peace, and some countries just need to farm."

Qin Yang sneered: "Then we must engage in industry, and we also have this strength. Do you know why we would sell the world's best 125mm tank gun to Old Ba?"

Dr. Wright shook his head.

"Because the caliber of our next-generation tank is 140mm, the 125mm caliber is just for transition."

Since we met, let's continue to fool the Americans, maybe we can turn the competitive relationship into a cooperative relationship and get another sum of money from the Americans.

At this time, Dr. Wright had just picked up the teacup to prepare to drink tea. Hearing Qin Yang's words, he immediately stopped his hand, his eyes full of surprise: "140mm caliber?"