Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

When Yu-style hand-rubbed Gatling machine gun, which was shiny black after being wiped with gun oil, was placed in front of Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang, both of them could not take their eyes away.

"Old Yu, what is this?" Old Li stroked the barrel of Yu's hand-rubbed Gatling machine gun with extremely gentle movements, for fear of hurting him.

"A replica of a Gatling machine gun." Yu Ye held up the enamel water cup, took a sip of water, and said lightly.

"Can you introduce him to us? Why does he look a little strange?"

"This gun is made from the Japanese's Type 3000 rifle with the dust cover sawed off. It has a gas-operated layout, uses a belt to feed ammunition, and has a designed firing rate of rounds per minute.

Due to the inadequacy of our metal precision processing technology, the rate of fire will gradually decrease as we use it for a longer time.

Oh, by the way, the theoretical design life of this gun is 100,000 rounds. "

"3000 rounds per minute? A lifespan of rounds?" Old Li's eyes widened.

Zhao Gang was also a little stunned: "Yu Ye, can you tell me what you did before?"

"I am a student of Southwest Associated University, a patriotic Chinese."

In fact, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang overestimated the gun modification technology. A hundred years later in China, many young workers were called in for tea every year because of this kind of thing.

Many young mechanical engineers who have just entered the machinery factory finally got the opportunity and started to work hard to produce many awesome things.

The old masters have more sophisticated skills, but they have all been educated and no longer play with these things.

Take the Yu-style hand-rolled Gatling machine gun on the table for example. A hundred years later in China, if you randomly pick a machine processing factory and get a formal license, enough materials and enough wages, if one person can't roll out ten Gatling machine guns in a day, then that guy's work is not good enough.

For Yu Ye, the difficulty is not the technology, but how to complete the hand rubbing with limited materials.

If he had only a crappy machine tool, Yu Ye wouldn't have to work so hard.

I remember when Yu Ye was in college in his previous life, the machine tools used in the metalworking practice course were not CNC machine tools. At that time, the teacher patted the machine tool and said, "Don't look at this machine tool as old, it is 40 or 50 years old, but if you use this machine tool, you can easily make bullets with it."

Yu Ye's eyes were a little vague. He looked at the tools he had neatly arranged, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

Or, build a machine tool by yourself?

"Lao Li, Lao Zhao, do you want to find someone to test this Gatling gun?"

"Great!" Li Yunlong rubbed his hands excitedly.

"But you have to find someone who's strong. The gun alone weighs at least 50 pounds, and with the recoil, it's hard for the average person to handle it."

"Hiss..." This made Lao Li very troubled.

Seeing Li Yunlong's embarrassment, Yu Ye said, "I have a candidate for you to consider."

"Who?"

"The one who came with me is Wei Dayong from the National Army. I've been chatting with him for a few days. I heard that he graduated from Shaolin Temple and his boxing skills are pretty good. Let him have a try."

"From the National Army? Will this work?" Li Yunlong was a little skeptical.

"Captain, this guy is quite capable. I told you before that he fought with a group of elite Japanese soldiers and stole their guns and escaped. He was determined to return to his original unit because he thought our Eighth Route Army was too poorly equipped. He only agreed to stay and see the whole thing because we saved his life.

Wei Dayong's tactical qualities are still very strong, I think we can let him have a try." Zhao Gang said at the right time.

"Okay, let's call him over and give it a try." Since Yu Ye and Zhao Gang both recommended him, Li Yunlong didn't have anything else to say.

When Wei Dayong stood in front of Li Yunlong, Li Yunlong's eyes lit up. He was a tall man of 1.85 meters, with a perfect physique, full of lean muscles, and extremely strong.

"Captain Zhao, do you have something to talk to me about?" The monk had not yet gotten used to the address and kept calling Zhao Gang "Captain Zhao".

"Wei Dayong, we know that you have strong tactical skills and great strength. We just got a new weapon and we need you to help us test it. Are you willing?" Zhao Gang said.

"Of course I am willing, Commander Zhao. You are my savior. You have given me face, and I, a monk, cannot refuse. Just tell me, what do you want me to do?" The monk was very enthusiastic.

"Monk, you have to listen to Yu Ye in everything. You have to try whatever he tells you to do."

Yu Ye also looked at the monk in surprise. He didn't expect that he would be so impressive after seeing him in person. He had a strong physique and was full of murderous aura. This was the momentum he had gained from having killed many people under his command.

While Yu Ye was looking at the monk, the monk was also looking at Yu Ye. There had been many legends about Yu Ye in the camp in the past few days, and the monk's ears were numb from hearing them.

"I heard that you were a monk before?" Yu Ye said something nonsensical.

"Yes, Sir Yu."

"Well, come, I'll take you to see a Bodhisattva."

"Aha?" This sentence confused the monk.

what's the situation?

Without further ado, Yu Ye took the monk to the operating table where the Gatling gun was placed and said, "Look, this is the Bodhisattva I want to take you to see, commonly known as the Gatling Bodhisattva.

One breath is 3,600, with great compassion and mercy, saving all people in the world."

"Hahaha." Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were both amused by Yu Ye's humor.

The monk stood in front of the operating table. His several years of military career made him realize at a glance that this was definitely a powerful weapon. Once fired, it would definitely be extremely devastating.

He put his hands together and bowed respectfully to Gatlin.

The monk held the handle of the Gatling gun and lifted the 50-pound Gatling gun easily. Such a heavy object was as easy as twisting a doughnut in his hand.

"Sirs, where do we go for the test?"

"Let's go to the back mountain." Yu Ye waved his hand.

Ever since the last test of the conscienceless cannon, Yu Ye has set up that area as a weapons testing site and no one is allowed to enter or leave freely.

This time he set up 200 targets made of wooden boards and scarecrows 10 meters away.

The monk was seen holding the Gatling gun in both hands and carrying an ammunition belt on his shoulder, looking like the Gatling Buddha descending to earth.

"Fire!"

Following Yu Ye's order, the Yu-style hand-rubbed Gatling machine gun in the monk's hand began to spin wildly, and then poured out countless bullets like a storm.

The target made of wooden boards and straw was instantly submerged by a rain of bullets, and the one-meter-square wooden target was directly turned into wood chips.

There was not even a slag left of the scarecrow.

It was simply terrifying.

In less than a few tens of seconds, all of the more than 800 bullets on the monk's body were used up, and the ejected bullet casings submerged the monk's feet.

"Monk, how does this gun feel to fire?"

"One word, cool!"