bookrandom Chapter 753: This old Shanghai gentleman has come to Southeast Asia, he's got no experience, ha
Chapter 753: This old Shanghai gentleman has come to Southeast Asia, he's got no experience, ha
Lu Gaohan pondered for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly:
"The production line is still being debugged, and there are not enough skilled workers."
In particular, the self-tightening process for the tube has a relatively high scrap rate.
However, if the supply of raw materials is sufficient, especially if the special nickel-chromium-molybdenum alloy steel can keep up, the monthly output should be able to reach 15 units starting next month.
"Aim to double it in six months."
"Too slow." Zhang Chi shook his head, took out a pack of gold-packaged cigarettes, and handed them out to the group.
"The current situation brooks no delay."
The fighting is raging in the north. Although we are safe for now, we never know when the fire might spread over here.
And then there are those neighbors who are eyeing us covetously.
Truth lies only within the range of cannon fire.
Whether we stand tall or not depends entirely on how thick our cannons are and how far they can fire.
Zhang Chi knew very well that artillery was the infantry's courage. The terrain of Southeast Asia dictated that infantry could not rely solely on the cover of armored units, but needed sufficient artillery for covering fire.
He paused, then held out his hand for Xiong Minjing, nicknamed "Hillbilly," to light his cigarette, and continued:
"In that case, I will have the relevant departments give priority to ensuring your supply of special steel."
In addition, I will transfer a group of skilled workers from other departments to you.
You need to implement a three-shift system, where people rest but the machines never stop.
My requirement is that at least 100 guns must be produced within three months, with priority given to equipping the 101st and 201st Artillery Regiments of the 1st and 2nd Artillery Divisions.
I want to make these two regiments the fist force of our Southeast Asia, ready to be deployed at any time to smash the turtle shell of any enemy.
"Yes, I will definitely prioritize completing the production of this artillery piece." Lü Gaohan straightened his back, his eyes resolute.
As a military expert, being able to personally manufacture world-class artillery was his lifelong dream.
“And another thing.” Zhang Chi stared at Xiong Minjing and pointed to the computer. “This thing will also be mass-produced later, and each artillery company will be equipped with at least two.”
In addition, supporting communication equipment must also be provided.
What I need is a systematic approach to warfare, not individual battles.
The scouts locate the target, transmit data via radio, the computer calculates the parameters, and the artillery fires a barrage.
This entire process must be completed within five minutes.
If we succeed, we will be the number one artillery force in Asia and even the world.
If you can't do it, then you'll be getting beaten up.
"Five minutes?" Xiong Minjing gasped. "Commander-in-Chief, this...this is too fast! Before, when we..."
“That was in the past,” Zhang Chi said coldly. “In future wars, time is life.”
If you're even a second too slow, an enemy shell could be raining down on you.
Actually, Zhang Chi is not completely satisfied yet.
With new artillery and artillery computers, all that's missing is artillery radar capable of monitoring and analyzing enemy artillery...
Only when artillery radar and new mobile artillery are available will his vision of a modern artillery force be complete.
It should even be possible to achieve the following: as soon as the enemy artillery fires, the artillery radar immediately detects the trajectory of the enemy shells, and then the computer quickly calculates the direction of the enemy's firing.
Next, the computer calculates new firing parameters, guiding friendly artillery to cover enemy artillery.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Zhang Chi, with the cigarette between his fingers, casually looked at Xiong Minjing and said:
"What's wrong? Are you having trouble?"
“No problem.” Xiong Minjing roared, the veins on her neck bulging. “Even if I have to bite with my teeth, I’ll bite through these five minutes.”
Anyone who drags us down, I'll kill him.
"Very good. That's the kind of momentum I want." Zhang Chi nodded in satisfaction.
"We drove out the Japanese invaders and the white devils and ushered in peace, but we must be prepared for danger even in times of peace!"
He stepped out of the bunker and looked at the still-smoking firing range in the distance, the setting sun casting a long shadow over him.
With the Type 47 155mm howitzer and its advanced fire control system, the firepower of the Nanyang army was absolutely devastating in this era.
Even when facing the main divisions of the White Eagle or the Russian Bear, the Nanyang forces were capable of putting up a fight in artillery battles.
“Old Xiong,” Zhang Chi suddenly spoke up.
"exist!"
"Do you think if we set up this cannon on the border, some people will speak a little quieter?"
Xiong Minjing grinned, revealing a set of large white teeth; her smile was somewhat ferocious.
"Commander-in-Chief, then they will not only speak softly, but they probably won't even dare to fart."
We Southeast Asians are reasonable, but we have to use cannons to explain it for them to understand.
Zhang Chi laughed heartily:
Well said.
We don't provoke trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either.
Now that our cannons are bigger and we're more assertive, we should raise our voices when we reason with people.
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May 1947, Yangon, Jianguo Road.
The midday sun blazed down on the wide asphalt road as if it were free, the heat was intense, but it couldn't dampen the vibrant pulse of this place as the financial heart of the United States of Southeast Asia.
Shen Xizhou, carrying an exquisitely crafted crocodile skin briefcase, stood under the shade of a sycamore tree by the roadside, and took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He was forty-five years old, dressed in a well-tailored Johnnie Walker three-piece suit, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose—a typical Shanghai banker's demeanor.
As a "pathfinder" recommended by the Jiangsu and Zhejiang conglomerates, what kind of big scene hasn't Shen Xizhou seen in his life?
The dazzling lights of Shanghai's Bund and the imposing architecture of its international buildings were a source of pride etched into his very being.
But today, standing on this avenue known as Jianguo Road by the people of Southeast Asia, his sense of superiority as an old gentleman from the "upper class" is crumbling little by little, shattered like the current Chinese currency, impossible to piece back together.
"Jingle bells—"
A clear, ringing bell rang out.
A brand-new double-decker tram slowly passed by, its body emblazoned with a huge advertisement for "Nanyang Life Insurance." The tram was packed with office workers in short-sleeved shirts and students carrying books.
But that wasn't the most shocking thing for Shen Xizhou.
What truly captivated him was the endless stream of cars on the road.
Unlike Shanghai, where the roads are filled with rickshaws and foreign cars, here, more than half of the cars are domestically produced in Southeast Asia.
Those trucks bearing the "Nanhua Power" logo rumbled past, fully loaded with goods—that was the muscle of industry.
Just then, a deep and resonant engine roar, like the low growl of an elegant beast, instantly drowned out the surrounding noise.
Passersby stopped to watch, and even the traffic police officer directing traffic couldn't help but stare.
Shen Xizhou looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
That was a car.
No, it's practically a work of art in motion.
It has a long and low body, and the wide chrome grille at the front shines with a dazzling silver light in the sunlight, like a giant mouth that devours the road.
The car body features a bold two-tone paint scheme of silver and pearl white, with a streamlined waistline that extends all the way to the rear.
The most amazing thing is the rear design.
Two slightly upturned tail fins, inlaid with ruby-like taillights, exude a sense of futurism and speed.
The tail fin design is really cool.
This design is more avant-garde than any White Eagle luxury car Shen Xizhou has ever seen in Shanghai.
Even the Cadillac L series, which is hailed as the benchmark of luxury cars, or the Spontic Commander, look somewhat old-fashioned next to this car, like an old man in a long robe and mandarin jacket.