Chapter 1342
My Empire Chapter 1342
2021-01-09
Chapter 1342 1344 Production MobilizationSo, as the owner of this factory, Thun hated Hope Planet 2, hated Aboriginal people on that planet.
When he found out that there were aboriginal people on Planet Hope 2, he prayed every day, praying that the war to plunder Planet Hope 2 would break out on a large scale.
But the gods didn't hear his prayers, hoping that the aborigines on Planet 2 would be no different from the aborigines tribes, their battle strength was fundamentally incompetent, and they didn't even have the ability to struggle.
Those primitive primordials were left to bow down before the weakest weapons and equipment of the Alanhill Empire, which made Thun start up the factory again, and dashed his hopes of producing ammunition for the Empire.
"Sir!" Just as the two of them were desperately waiting in the office for their bankruptcy and liquidation, the secretary who had handed in his resignation letter yesterday walked in.
Thun, who couldn't afford to hire a young female secretary, looked at the aged female secretary in front of him, not even willing to speak.
He just picked up the glass, gestured, and then dragged a long drunken tone and asked, "Your salary...I will find a way..."
"Sir...you...better take a look at this..." The female secretary handed the phone to Thun and said in a suppressed excited voice: "The news just released, I think, this is for you, for you It's very important."
"Important? Nothing is important anymore." With a sneer, Thun, still drunk, glanced at the phone.
Then, he saw a message on the Empire News app that was so striking that it couldn't be more striking: "The Imperial Family Servant Room has issued a mobilization order, Imperial Industrial production has entered a mobilization state, and the following factories will be ordered to resume production. , until it reaches the maximum production capacity."
The next second, he grabbed the phone, swiped down, and turned to the page he wanted to see the most - on that page, he saw the military industrial enterprise This entry, an entry that made him suddenly burst into laughter.
It was too late for him to deal with the request of the aging female secretary to stay and continue working, and he could no longer hear his son's cry.
For him, everything became distant and blurred! Because, at this very second, he seemed to... hear the voice of God.
God did not abandon him, it can even be said that he favored him very, very much. It is hoped that the war on Planet 2 will break out after all, and as an arms dealer, his hope finally appears!
Finally, he regained some consciousness and heard his son's cry: "father! father! What happened?"
"Hope 2! Hope 2 The war on board has broken out! Child! War! It has broken out!" Thune shouted hysterically, compared with the decadence just now, he seems to be resurrected now.
His state terrified his son, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as madness. Excited, Thun grabbed the phone in front of him and pressed a phone number with his trembling fingers.
"Lyon! Lyon! Dear Lyon! Quickly my factory needs power back up! Yes! I can't pay your electricity bill right away, but you must support me! Look at your phone! Brother! Look at the phone!" he shouted in his loudest voice, clutching at the receiver.
I don't know what the other side replied to him, he just kept shouting: "brother! This time I will definitely have money to pay you back! The previous arrears, and my private I'll find you the money you borrowed from here! Two months... no! I'll pay you back in one month! One gold coin will not be less!"
Pressing the hang-up spring on the phone, he again A number was quickly broadcast, and this time his hands were no longer trembling: "Mr. Will! I need a production manager! Yes! I know you haven't found a new job! Come back quickly! I'll give you a pair Your salary!"
Then, after hanging up the phone, he finally looked towards the middle-aged female secretary in the restless room: "Tear up your resignation letter! Hurry up and get me some job advertisements. The gods are above! Go!"
He didn't have to recruit production workers at all, because the production puppet robots stored on the planet would be put into production immediately. After all, this is the production task of the empire, and the robots will also be assigned by the empire, because production must be resumed as soon as possible!
Thun ran into his factory quickly, and just pushed open the iron door of the production workshop, he saw a robot closing the switch, the huge machine started to run, and steam spurted from the pressure relief valve. out, making a pleasant si si sound.
The cut copper plate is pushed into the automatic cutting machine by the machine, divided into long strips of standard width by with no difficulty, and then sent to the next one along with the rolling chain. in a much larger machine.
Driven by the huge potential energy, the machine rammed the copper plate one by one and made round holes next to each other.
And those round copper materials that were cut out fell on the rolling belt below, pressed together with the brass cylinder punched out from another production line, and turned into a The prototype of the metal cartridge case.
Subsequently, the primer was installed on the bottom of the shell of this semifinished product, and an inscription marked with the ammunition caliber and the abbreviation of the production company was directly stamped on the outer ring of the shell primer.
In the next second, strictly cut pieces of charge are poured into the shell. Burning speed, increasing chamber pressure increases the power of ammunition.
Next, the unfinished bullet, which has been placed upwards, is inserted into the warhead, and it is fixed and pressed. The bullet and the bullet were tightly pressed together.
With the rolling of the production line, the 10mm caliber assault rifle bullet that has been produced fell into the funnel and finally merged into a quality control line.
The puppet robot sitting on the quality control line grabs a random ammo to start checking, and then throws the unqualified ammunition into the recycling bin under its feet.
Qualified ammunition continues to roll forward along the conveyor belt, and finally falls into the packaging box, which is covered by the packaging robot and affixed with the production date seal.
Every minute, hundreds of such bullets are produced by this production line, and there are 30 such production lines in the entire factory building!
In other words, in just one minute, a production plant here can produce tens of thousands of such bullets.
And there are only seven such factories in Thun alone. If all the machinery in these factories is activated, just a bullet factory on this planet can provide about 4.2 million rounds of ammunition to the front line every hour!
(end of this chapter)