dkrc Chapter 325 Remote-Controlled Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun
Chapter 325 Remote-Controlled Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun
"Work number 0788, just call me Wei. Where are you going, leader?" the pilot asked loudly.
"Firing range!" Song He said.
The plane tilted slightly and began to turn. After a while, it returned to level and accelerated over the vast Gobi desert.
Song He looked around and saw large waves of sand in many places in the distance, rolling against the ground. If viewed from the ground, it was just a mess of flying sand, but when viewed from the air, the sand clearly outlined the shape of the wind. shape.
The Ruoqiang base in the rear was also attacked by small waves of dust from time to time, but all the green plants on the outside of the base were blocked, like the green shell of a ship blocking the waves.
Old Wei was flying in front, chattering:
"I have been working here for half my life and have served many leaders. This is the first time I have seen such a young and handsome man like you!"
"The trend of scientific research leaders is getting younger and younger. At first, there were some old men who buried their necks in R&D, then there were bald middle-aged people, and then the aerospace managers were only in their thirties. Now there are people as young as you. There are so many talents. !”
"Is this plane bumpy? It's relatively stable, right? Mine is a new model. It's a hybrid of oil and electricity. It can burn oil and use electricity. It's now in electric mode!"
"When you get to the shooting range later, a service evaluation will be received on your mobile phone. Please give me a five-star rating!"
Song He said to his heart, good guys, after chatting for a long time, the ultimate goal is this?
"How do you pay your pilots' wages?" Song He asked, "If I give a five-star review, you will get a bonus, right?"
"That's right! We are air taxi drivers, with a basic salary of 15,000 yuan per month, and the remaining bonuses are counted!" Lao Wei explained, "We are paid 200 yuan per trip, and leaders at different levels can also make money!"
"How much do different levels cost?" Song He was curious.
"Level I project leaders get 400 yuan, level II 1,000 yuan, level III 2,000 yuan, and level IV 3,500 yuan!" Old Wei said.
"What about Level V?" Song He asked.
"I've never seen Level V!" Old Wei said, "Not only have I never seen it, but my colleagues have also never seen Level V project leaders. It's probably difficult to rise to that level, and maybe leaders at that level don't know how to do it. Take our little plane.”
After saying that, Lao Wei might have felt something was wrong, so he added, "You are a talented person, and you will definitely be the leader of a Level V project in the future. You will know when the time comes!"
Song He laughed dryly. Level V was too far away. The points for each level needed to be doubled. How long would it take to reach that level?
After a short flight, a crack appeared in the Gobi Desert ahead.
After flying closer, I saw that the crack was actually a stream. The water flow was pitiful, and it seemed that it would be evaporated by the sun at any time. The stream bank is covered with yellow-green unknown small shrubs, which survive on thin water vapor.
Song He remembered that when he wanted algae, a girl flew to the river to dig algae. Could it be here?
The plane kept moving forward along the intermittent stream, and finally an oasis appeared!
The oasis is a large forest surrounded by several white buildings.
Outside the oasis, there are all translucent plastic sheets set up like tents, thousands of them spread out densely, like a continuous tent.
Song He recognized that thing. It was a simple water collector. When the air humidity changes, a large amount of water droplets will gather on the plastic sheet. It may seem sparse, but the water collected by a piece of plastic sheet is enough for a person to drink for several days. quantity.
The stream stretched into the oasis and disappeared. Perhaps the stream was actually man-made, and the water source depended entirely on the continuous plastic sheets of the tents.
There was an airstrip on the edge of the oasis. Lao Wei communicated with the tower and landed on the runway.
The plane stopped, the hatch was opened, and a steward pushed the escalator over, signaling Song He to get off the plane.
"How much work can you do in a day?" Song He unbuckled his seat belt and stood up.
"We don't have high income requirements. If we can recruit one Grade II employee a day, we will be satisfied and go to bed after get off work!" said Lao Wei.
"Then you can come pick me up at nine o'clock in the evening. Now I am Level I, and by the evening I will be Level II." After Song He finished speaking, he hurriedly got off the plane.
In the cabin, Old Wei looked stunned. Was it level II at night? Are you kidding or serious?
…
ten minutes later.
Song He stood in front of a huge double-story white building and looked up at the signs on both sides of the door.
[Ruoqiang Affiliated Base Test Range]
[Ruoqiang Small Arms Test Working Group]
Different from the various fake brands in Jungong Town, the places here are all genuine brands, with big calligraphy and no disguise. Song He guessed that there may be two reasons:
This place is inaccessible and only people with status can fly in. The chance of spies sneaking in is very low.
Secondly, the importance of guns in the equipment sequence is very, very low. The troops are obsessed with the research and development of science fiction big guys and rarely devote their energy to guns. If you have time to work hard to double the rate of fire of your rifle, wouldn't it be nice to just land the naval gun on land?
There was a card machine at the door. Song He took out his blue ID and slapped it on it.
After a while, the door opened.
Before opening the door, no sound could be heard. After opening the door, the sound of gunfire could be heard intensively, as if there was a fierce battle in the house!
A tall and thin young man came out, wearing a smart black combat uniform, anti-noise headphones hanging around his neck, and goggles on his face.
"Song He, right? You're welcome from afar!" The young man extended his hand enthusiastically, "I'm Weng Lianggong! Kong Gaojie, a graduate student at Jinling Institute of Technology, told me about you and said you were very powerful. I didn't expect you to be... I’ve become the project leader! I’m still more than 20,000 points away!”
"Hello, Brother Weng! I just got a little lucky! As for experts in making guns, you are the one who specializes!"
Song He shook hands with him vigorously. There was a thick layer of calluses on Weng Lianggong's palm, which was obviously the hand holding the handle of the gun.
Weng Lianggong led Song He into the door. First, there was a dressing room. Inside were pitch-black combat uniforms of various sizes. Song He changed into another outfit. His shirt and pants were full of pockets. Each pocket could hold a magazine, and there was a faint gun. Oily smell.
In the corner is a goggles cabinet, with a pair of samples on top. A bullet is stuck in the middle of the lens, warning the staff that they must wear goggles to avoid losing their eyes when the chamber explodes.
Song He's blood flow accelerated, and he was still a little nervous when the incident came. He picked a pair of goggles, put them on, and walked out of the locker room.
"Brother Song, what kind of gun do you want to play with when you come today?" Weng Lianggong asked, "There are handguns, rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, and light and heavy machine guns. The products that can be seen in the gun markets of various countries are basically complete!"
"Let's play it all again!" Song He said excitedly, "In addition to having fun shooting, I also have a mission."
"Mission?" Weng Lianggong was surprised.
"What project do you have here that can help me earn two thousand points today?" Song He asked.
"There is a project with tens of thousands of points, but it's impossible to complete it in one day!" Weng Lianggong said.
"It's difficult? What project?"
"Improving the remote-controlled vehicle-mounted machine gun is very complicated. The structure of the gun needs to be changed, the ammunition supply system needs to be changed, the power supply system needs to be changed, and the remote control program needs to be changed. It will take at least a week to get started!"
"We have been busy for a month before we came up with a prototype gun, and its performance is very poor." Weng Lianggong said in a sad tone.
Song He smiled and said, "Brother Weng, please take me to see it!"