Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

When Fang wanted to ride his bike back to school.

Two military jeeps were seen outside the south gate, parked at the school entrance.

Two men in military uniforms were walking back and forth at the front of the car, smoking cigarettes.

Fang Xiang looked at him curiously, thinking that he was probably waiting for someone.

After a while, I returned to the student affairs office and canceled my leave.

As soon as he walked into the classroom and prepared for class, he saw Ji Pengwei waving at him.

"You are finally here, Professor Xu's assistant, Teacher Qin, I have been looking for you for a long time.

It looks like he's in a hurry, so he said you're here, so he'll go to the office right away."

Before he even sat down, Ji Pengwei pushed him out of the classroom.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Fang Xiang was a little confused, but he still left the classroom and went to Professor Xu's office.

"Junior Brother Fang, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time.

Come on, Professor Xu is looking for you."

Just opened the office door.

I saw Qin Jun and a man in military uniform smoking, drinking tea and chatting.

As soon as Qin Jun saw Fang Xiang, he immediately stood up and put out his cigarette.

The man in military uniform did the same and followed Qin Jun out.

"What's going on? You're in such a hurry."

Fang Xiang saw Qin Jun pulling him and walking out of the school.

I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Oh, it's the gun you designed.

Two days ago, we were taking the professional title exam.

The prototype gun has been built and is being tested.

Aren’t you the designer? That’s why I’m looking for you so urgently.”

Qin Jun explained as he walked.

"Just test it, what's the point of me going?"

Fang Xiang became even more puzzled.

If Qin Jun hadn’t led the way.

Fang Xiang thought that the man in military uniform walking behind him was going to take him away.

"Don't worry about it, you'll find out when you get there."

Soon, they arrived at the school gate.

Qin Jun directly opened the door of a military jeep and motioned Fang Xiang to get in.

The soldier just now sat next to Fang Xiang.

Qin Jun sat in the car at the back.

Only then did Fang Xiang realize that in addition to the driver, there was also a soldier in the front row.

Holding a gun in his hand, his eyes kept observing the surroundings.

"Fuck, do you have to make it this big?"

Fang Xiang wanted to ask something, but he looked at the other three soldiers in the car.

They all had serious expressions and simply kept their mouths shut.

The vehicle started and headed west.

After passing the Old Summer Palace and the Summer Palace, we were almost at the Western Hills.

Then we turned a few corners, got off the main road and walked onto a bumpy path.

There are lush forests on both sides of the road.

Almost an hour later, we arrived at a quiet military camp.

After the soldier in the front row showed his pass, the barrier was raised.

The vehicle continued to move forward.

Fang Xiang could already vaguely hear the sound of gunfire.

As the vehicle moved forward, the gunshots became louder and closer.

But Fang Xiang was not nervous.

This is the capital city, and we are still in the military camp. They must be testing guns.

Sure enough, the jeep stopped at the shooting range.

After getting off the car, there are more than a dozen large green military tents.

Qin Jun took Fang Xiang into a tent.

The tent is open on three sides, and one side is a shooting range.

On one side, there were soldiers walking back and forth busy, and on the other side, there was a large group of people shooting guns.

With a quick glance, I saw Professor Xu sitting in the tent.

There were also several elderly people wearing Zhongshan suits, most of whom were wearing glasses.

In addition, there were several people in military uniforms who looked quite old.

They were all smiling, smoking, drinking tea and chatting.

"Xiao Fang is here. If you have any questions, please ask him."

Professor Xu saw Fang Xiang and Qin Jun coming in and waved.

"Professor Xu, what is this?"

Fang Xiang was a little confused. He seemed to understand something, but also seemed not to fully understand it.

After some introduction, I finally understood.

方想之前拿出来的M92F、P226、P320、GLOCK17、GLCOK19和P365的图纸。

All of them were made into sample guns.

And the test has been going on for three days.

I won’t go into details about the testing process, the results are very encouraging.

All the data of these six guns exceeded that of the previously favored and finalized Type 64.

This made these experts and bigwigs from the Ordnance Department want to meet the designers of these guns.

Fang Xiang had no choice but to put on a smile and answer the various questions they asked.

Finally, the thing that Fang Xiang expected was mentioned.

“We are very satisfied with these guns, in every aspect.

But these guns all have the same problem.

It’s just that the cost is too high, and so are the materials needed.

Xiao Fang, at the same time, is there any way for you to save some materials and costs?

Even if it means sacrificing some performance, it’s OK.”

An old man in military uniform spoke up.

After listening to this, Fang Xiang frowned.

There was a camp table where these people sat.

On display are the firearms that Fang Xiang had previously designed and made.

Fang Xiang took a look and couldn't help but want to touch it.

I just reached out and picked up the GLCOK17.

The magazine was removed and it was empty.

I pulled the slide, but there was no bullet in it.

Then I played with it in my hands with confidence.

“Doesn’t this gun perfectly suit your requirements?

Low cost, reliable structure, strong durability and stability.

The trajectory should also be accurate."

After playing with it for a long time and satisfying his desire, Fang Xiang finally spoke.

Then he put down the GLOCK17 and picked up the P320.

This gun is simply a work of art among firearms.

Although it is a sample gun, many parts have not been polished or painted.

And many small details were not made.

But it still can't stop its beauty.

"This gun is probably the most expensive. Although I like it the most."

When Fang wanted to say it, he couldn't hide his love for this P320.

“It’s still a bit high. If only you could design another pistol that we would approve of.

I will make the decision and give you this gun."

The old man who had just spoken spoke again.

"Can I have a gun, too?"

Hearing this, Fang Xiang's eyes lit up.

"Okay, we'll issue you a gun license."

The old man smiled and nodded.

Fang Xiang touched the cold P320 in his hand. Of course, it had not been named yet.

Recalling the disassembly tutorial I saw in the video.

He clumsily disassembled the gun into its parts.

“It’s not impossible, given the aesthetics, recoil, and some other properties.

You have to make trade-offs and sacrifice something. Can you accept that?"

Fang Xiang tried to put the gun back together, but found it difficult.

Just throw it on the table and make a request.

Everyone present noticed that Fang Xiang was unfamiliar with the technique and smiled in good faith.

"There is no such thing as perfect in this world. As long as it is not worse than 64, it's fine."

Professor Xu patted Fang Xiang on the shoulder and indicated that it was no problem.

"Okay, but I'll need some time. What about these guns?"

Fang Xiang nodded and looked at the guns on the table with some confusion.

"We will produce a small batch and distribute it to comrades in need.

The gun you designed is indeed good, but the cost and material requirements are a bit high, so it cannot be produced on a large scale.

Our team still needs things designed by our own people."

The old man sighed.

Although it was not explained clearly, Fang Xiang understood it.

There are still a large number of foreign weapons in the country.

This is a problem that has existed since the late Qing Dynasty, not just now.

In addition, the speed of weapon updates is too fast and the international environment is complex, so we cannot rely on foreign countries.

That’s why there is a large-scale demand for replacement clothing this time.

"By the way, as for the rifle, are you interested in trying it?"

Seeing that Fang Xiang agreed, the old man asked another question.

"Tell me what you want.

I'm not very interested in rifles, and I don't know much about them, so I can only give it a try."

Fang Xiangkan mentioned this aspect again.

I couldn't bear to refuse, but I didn't say too much either.

He was very worried that these people would divert him to the military industry.

To be honest, the knowledge reserves in this area of ​​civil and aerospace machinery.

If Fang Xiang dares to say he is second, then no one in this world, not even a country, dares to say it is first.

But Fang Xiang had come into contact with military-related things, but they were all related to firearms.

As for the rest, he really didn't understand.