0215 Small Actions (2)
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"Two thoughts." Zhou Yi raised two fingers, "Increase the caliber of the standard rifle of the Defense Army, or strengthen the speed of the bullet again." β
"Do you want to equip them with electromagnetic orbital weapons?" Lin Hai shook his head, but he didn't explicitly deny it.
"Of course it's impossible to give them electromagnetic orbital weapons." "I mean, we can increase the caliber of the rifle enough to shoot through the armor of those small robots, or make the bullets fly faster, the kinetic energy will be greater, and there is a greater possibility of penetrating the robot's armor." β
"I remember someone saying before that the standard rifle used by the Wehrmacht infantry was a 4.5mm caseless bullet, so in order to ensure the power of the bullet, we used a propellant that we developed ourselves. Are you going to build on that? β
"Yes," Zhou Yi said, calling someone to find the blueprint of the standard rifle of the Defense Force, "I am going to increase the caliber of this gun to 9 mm...... The material and propellant of the warhead have been improved a bit. Although this may make the magazine's bullet capacity smaller. β
"As long as the kind of improvement you said doesn't do damage to our composite armor suits. We have to guard against it. And it is also impossible to leak technology and help our enemies improve their technology. βγ β¦γ
"That's for sure, sir." Zhou Yi affirmed, and then he said helplessly, "But this is a bullet after all, no matter how you clean the battlefield, it is impossible to recover every unused bullet, there will always be omissions, which is impossible to completely prevent." β
"Of course I know," Lin Hai shrugged, "just like the previous request, it would not be of great use to our enemies, even if they were obtained. β
"As you wish, sir."
"When will this be improved at the earliest? We don't have much time to waste. To know. There are tens of thousands of troops who need to change their weapons. β
"Rest assured, sir." Zhou Yi replied after taking the chip containing the rifle blueprint from one of the clones, loading it into the computer. "If there are no accidents, it can be done tomorrow at the latest. This gun has left room for improvement before. It doesn't take much time. Moreover, the speed at which the base produces rifles is not ordinarily fast, even if it is only using the analytical production line in the control room, the daily output can be about 1,500 rifles. Not to mention the fact that the arsenal has a special production line for small arms. β
"That's for the best."
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At the Yasin City International Airport, the capital of the Kingdom of Alvinson, a group of Orientals left the airport with their luggage in tow. At the airport pick-up desk, a team of minibuses was waiting there.
After getting in the car. The team leader immediately started talking to the reception staff. And a few young people sitting in the back rows also whispered in private.
"Look outside. Civil wars have broken out, and the country doesn't seem to have entered the feeling of war? Is it that they don't care or is it because the battlefield isn't here? A young man opened the corner of the curtain and quietly looked at the city outside, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"I guess it's the second reason." A young man with glasses said, "No one cares about war, unless it's not in their own country." Look at the pedestrians, they are all in a hurry, as if they are in a hurry. And then there are those shops, at least four out of ten are closed. I believe that if only a month ago. It's definitely something else here. β
Hearing this, another young man joined the conversation: "I said, Liu Yan." Do you seem to know the differences? β
A slightly chubby young man laughed: "Come on, my father is a general, he is a military family, knowing this is the same as instinct." ββ¦β¦β¦β¦γ
"Hey, Jia Fat, don't talk nonsense." Liu Yan lifted his glasses and shouted dissatisfiedly, "My dad is a soldier, but I'm not." Besides. If you look closely, you can see the difference. β
"Okay. You have a point. β
Liu Yan suddenly lowered his voice and asked all the young people, "Anyway, what are we going to do when we arrive?" I didn't say anything about it. β
Jia Pang glanced at the leader in the front row and saw that he was still talking to others. Only then did he whisper to Liu Yan: "You should know, I will let you know." If you shouldn't know about drops, you shouldn't ask. Secrecy, you know? β
"Cut, it's not the first time you've encountered this kind of mission," Liu Yan gave Jia Pang a goodbye, "If you don't say it, I can guess that we are either going to investigate the advanced weapons and equipment that appear in this country, or to negotiate with the two families to see who our weapons are sold to." β
Just as Liu Yan was telling his peers his opinion...... was hit the head, and then there was a "just your kid's mouth!" β
Liu Yan looked up and saw that it was Zhuang Wei, the boss of his direct department, who was also his father's friend.
Liu Yan covered his head and deliberately said cutely: "Uncle Zhuang, what I said is my own guess." βγ β¦γ
"Guess your head!" Zhuang Wei knocked Liu Yan again, and then said, "Even if you guess it, it will rot me in my stomach!" If you can't control your mouth outside, you will return home for me early! Save us the trouble! β
"Uncle Zhuang, anyway, it's all your own people here, and everyone won't say it."
"Don't you know what it means that a wall has ears?" didn't joke with Liu Yan anymore, Zhuang Wei said solemnly, "Forget about other places, but in this country, we have to be extra careful!" The country is said to be in a civil war, but it is nothing more than a war between foreign and local powers. It was the parliamentary faction that controlled the city. And behind the parliamentary faction are many European countries! Every move, word and deed we do outside, we represent our country! We ......"
"Boom!" Before Zhuang Wei's words fell, a loud noise came from outside the car! The minibus then rolled to one side!
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At night, outside the city of Vincent's harbor, a small group of armed men wrapped in armor were carefully hiding their figures, lying in ambush by the side of the road to the south of Vincent. They are waiting for their goals to appear ..........
After waiting silently for a long time, a few lights finally appeared in the distance of the road, and a large convoy was hurrying all night.
"Whew!" A military Humvee whizzed past as a lead car. Behind it. It was two Weasel armored vehicles, and behind them were ten container trucks.
"The target has reached the ambush circle and is moving......" Looking at the image displayed in the helmet, Conings gently pressed the switch in his hand - "Boom! "A weasel armored body in the middle of the leading convoy suddenly exploded violently on the road surface, directly blowing up the armored car!
The explosion even shook an armored car behind it off the roadbed!
Then, an anti-tank missile flew out of the roadside and turned the armored car that drove off the roadbed into a flaming torch!
As for the Humvee, after the driver was shot in the head by Cornings, it had long since turned off the road and became a twisted and tattered mass of metal garbage on the side of the road.
All three pilot vehicles were wiped out at almost the same time, much to the surprise of the truck drivers. So they stopped the car and abandoned it and fled.
The entire convoy was only escorted by these three leads, so after the drivers abandoned the cars and fled, Conings did not continue to chase them, he still had his own mission. β¦β¦β¦β¦γ
"This mission seems to be easy?" Conings muttered to himself as he ordered the clones to inspect the containers on the truck.
"Wouldn't it be easier?" His observer was standing next to him, asking curiously.
"No, it's just that it doesn't feel real compared to the last failed ambush." Cornings smiled, "This is probably a special feeling that only natural people have, and it seems strange that clones can have this ability."
"Boom! Da Da Da ~ ~ Da! "Suddenly, explosions and gunfire were heard from the truck.
The expression on Conings' face suddenly fell, and he muttered, "I knew it wasn't that easy!" β
"What's going on?!" Soon two people from the truck came running with a stretcher...... Conings immediately asked in the communication channel.
"Nine out of ten chests are empty, and the only one inside has ten robots that have been activated! We've solved them though. 12.7mm bullets can easily pierce their armor. β
"How's our guy?" Conings decided to see for himself, and there were still quite a few of his own there, so he left his observer behind and left his sniper position.
"He was slightly injured, the robots were firing at him at close range, he was grenadeed out of the container and fell under the car." β¦γ
"Carry him to the Twin Blades." Conings pointed to the rear. He then strode towards the truck, and with the helmet's night vision, he saw several clones lifting from the truck a "soldier ant" robot that had been smashed by a 12.7mm GD3 electromagnetic acceleration rifle. He walked over.
"Ensign," a vigilant clone nodded to him, "Looks like we've been fooled, this convoy is just a faΓ§ade." There are only the ten activated robots in the car that we have eliminated. β
"If it's a disguise, then why do you have to leave ten?" Conings watched as the clones examined through the debris, lifted the seemingly intact ones out of the car, and asked himself, puzzled, "If it's a trap." So ten is a little too little, right? Will they still send us experiments? β
"These robots are more than enough to deal with most armies of this era." The clone shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It's just that our enemies underestimate our strength." β
"I hope you're right." Conings shook his head, ready to return to the waiting double-bladed helicopter, "One has already been carried away, and one more is enough." We don't need much of this. β
He watched as the clones stepped out of the truck, followed him with the loot, and then turned to leave the ..........
At this time, he heard a surprised voice from the communication channel: "Ensign, we intercepted a signal ......"
Then, Conings felt the heat behind him and lost consciousness...... (To be continued).