When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Along the way, he paid attention to his surroundings.

Starting from the train station, the road to this place is not good, which shows that this place is short of money.

Then there are the various buildings in this factory, the distinctive shapes, the tube buildings made of red bricks, and the strong Soviet style can be seen at a glance.

The fading red bricks still have a sense of history to the touch.

Correspondingly, the guest house where I stayed was newly decorated and there was a faint smell of paint mixed with the fragrance of wood.

Smelling these strange smells, a smile appeared on Jalim's lips.

All of this reveals that these people are very poor.

And very coincidentally, I am not that poor, but a little richer than them. The rich money can just buy some things.

After sitting on the window sill and watching for a while, Jalim turned around to wash up and go to sleep.

He slept until the next morning, and he slowly woke up until the sun shone on his face.

When he arrived at the first floor of the guest house, Lin Yu was already sitting there, drinking tea leisurely.

Seeing him, Lin Yu immediately said hello:

"Mr. Jalim, good morning, these are beef buns, try them."

He picked up a beef bun, carefully tore it open and smelled it to confirm it was beef. Then he stuffed the bun into his mouth.

While eating the buns, he asked vaguely: "Mr. Lin, when will we go see the products?"

Lin Yu raised his hand and pointed at the door and said, "Now!"

After walking out of the guest house and walking along the not-so-hard concrete road, the two of them soon reached the fork in the road.

Lin Yu turned around and led him towards the artillery shell workshop. Before he entered the door, he could hear the sound of equipment operating in the artillery shell workshop.

The two walked over, and the security guard at the workshop gate appeared quietly. When he saw it was Lin Yu, he immediately stood up straight: "Hello, factory director!"

Jiang Song, the director of the artillery workshop, also appeared with the sound and followed Lin Yu.

Seeing his actions, Lin Yu rolled his eyes, pointed at the door and said, "As the workshop director, Lao Jiang, you have to go in front. You have to introduce our products and our work to the guests."

"Don't let me go ahead, okay?"

These words made Jiang Song scratch his head in embarrassment. He walked up to the two of them with an awkward smile and raised his hand to point to the workshop door:

"Director, and Mr. Jalim, please come over here."

When you walk into the workshop door, you will see a row of red brick factory buildings. Directly in front of this row of red brick factory buildings is a white two-story building. Behind the white building, there is a corridor connecting the factory buildings.

The main door of the building is the real main entrance of the workshop.

"You two come with us first and change your equipment first." As he spoke, Jiang Song had already walked into the white building.

When Lin Yu and the two approached, he had already started to change clothes.

"Because of the special nature of the workshop, we must first put on anti-static equipment. We must not wear rubber or cotton clothes on our bodies."

After getting dressed, Jiang Song continued to lead the way to the factory building on the far right.

When he walked into the factory through the small door, the equipment he saw was completely different from what Jalim had imagined.

In his impression, these equipment for producing artillery shells should be covered with thick engine oil and exude an unpleasant smell.

However, the equipment that appeared in front of him was all painted in gray-white iron paint and looked very neat. There was only a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.

These equipment, with the assistance of the production line, run not so quietly. Workers stand next to the equipment and provide assistance from time to time.

Each warhead moves along the assembly line and is sent to the bottom of the gunpowder loading equipment. The gunpowder, which looks like rice grains, rolls out of the equipment and is loaded into the warhead.

The equipment is running, and the warhead loaded with gunpowder goes to the next work station. The worker weighs the warhead and confirms that the loading amount is sufficient, then releases the warhead and continues to inspect the next warhead.

The warhead continues along the assembly line and enters the next assembly position.

In just ten minutes, a 120mm rocket appeared at the end of the assembly line. It was tagged by workers waiting there, put into a wooden box, and sent away by other workers.

The workshop is very noisy.

But this noisy sound was heard by Jalim. Somehow, he felt very comfortable. He even liked the faint smell in the air very much.

"What's your daily output?" Jalim asked.

With more than ten million US dollars of his own, he can definitely keep this factory busy for a long time.

This kind of question is beyond the scope of Lin Yu's answer.

The body naturally took half a step back, leaving the home court to Jiang Song.

Jiang Song naturally understood what the factory director was thinking. He touched his head with his hand and said with a smile: "If the materials are sufficient, we can work in three shifts 24 hours a day. About 1,000 rounds of 120mm rockets can be produced in a day."

"If it's mortar shells, we can produce about 800 rounds in three shifts 24 hours a day."

"But...it's not necessary. We work three shifts and everyone is quite tired!"

A few simple numbers made Jalim cough loudly.

What does it mean to work three shifts 24 hours a day? Everyone is very tired?

Before he came to study in China, he had heard from veterans in the army that if they had fired an extra thousand artillery shells a day, Iran would definitely be worse than Iraq.

Although those are 120mm tank gun shells, there shouldn't be much of a problem if the production line is modified.

If...

Forget it, there are not so many ifs, there are more important things to do now.

When Jialim was shocked, Lin Yu walked to the end of the production line, pointed to the location where the shells were packed, and told Jiang Song:

"In the next two days, you get a wooden table and make a seal for our Mr. Jialim. When a box of shells is produced, let him sign the seal, until the last round."

After giving instructions, he pointed to the shell box on the flatbed truck and said, "Call two people to move two boxes to the weapons test site and show them to our Mr. Jialim."

"You two come here." He stretched out his hand to call for two workers in charge of carrying. Jiang Song led the team in person and carried the shells to the weapons test site first.

Lin Yu followed closely behind and dragged Jialim out.

The money has not arrived yet, what are you looking at!

When the two arrived at the weapons test site, the targets had been placed in the central area of ​​the test site.

The distance is 150 meters, but the target is different, 800 mm thick homogeneous steel plate, one meter thick reinforced concrete bunker, and trench.

After observing from a distance for a while, Jialim's face became visibly gloomy.

The person who arranged this test site is definitely a master of positional warfare. The homogeneous steel plate represents the tank, and the bunker and trench cooperate with each other.

The trinity, if there is no air force, it is impossible to break through relying on ground armored units alone.

Just when he was curious, Lin Yu took out the 120mm tandem armor-piercing shells and anti-personnel shells from the box and loaded them into the launch tube, and handed them to him:

"Come on, use this 120mm. If you don't have enough combat literacy on the battlefield, then use firepower to make up for it."

"Whether it is a tank, a bunker or a trench, as long as the firepower is sufficient, it is not a problem."