Beiyang 1917

"Did you draw the above picture yourself?" Wang Geng asked with a smile. The young man in front of him seemed to be in an average financial situation, with disheveled hair and a pale face.

"It was drawn by me. Those two pieces of paper are very important to me. Can you return them to me?" Although he was in front of the library of Columbia University, the young man in front of him didn't look like a student. He looked like he was in his twenties with a beard Stubble, but more like a young worker.

"It's okay to return it to you, but I haven't eaten dinner yet. How do you think about it? I can't pick up these two pieces of paper for you in vain, and you said that these two pieces of paper are so important. Important? At least worth a dinner?"

Wang Geng joked that there was an on-campus cafe opposite the library, and the aroma of toast and coffee wafted over with the crowds entering and leaving the cafe.

The guy with the appearance of a young worker was taken aback for a moment, thinking that you are dressed so well and you still want to knock me out for dinner?The few dollars left in my pocket may not even be enough for food this weekend!

"okok, don't mind, I was joking with you, but I saw you didn't eat dinner? Why don't we have a light meal at the cafe opposite, of course, I'm here to treat you, I just saw your design Tu, I want to discuss it with you."

Seeing the embarrassment on the other party's face, Wang Geng knew that the other party took his joke seriously, so he quickly handed the paper back to the other party with a smile.

This guy was slandering, Nima, is I the kind of lazy person who eats for nothing?Your worker-looking amateur designer has no discernment.

"You also understand design?" The young man's eyes lit up when he heard the words. It was obvious that meeting someone like him lifted his spirits, not to mention that Wang Geng even gave him back the design drawings that he regarded as his life!The other party obviously had no malice.

"I don't understand it, but I'm still familiar with firearms! Come on, let's go in and have something to eat. I'm really cold and hungry right now!"

Wang Geng couldn't help but dragged the hesitant young man into the small cafe opposite the library.

Because it was already past the evening meal time, there were not many people in the cafe on campus at the moment, so Wang Geng found a corner and sat down with the young man, pulling down the scarf, smiling and extending his hand,

"My name is Wang Geng, and I'm a student at West Point Military Academy. May I ask your honorable name?"

"Ah, you are the New York hero who saved people by diving into the Brooklyn Bridge two days ago. This is too surprising. I thought it was the young master who came to tease me, a poor student."

The young man obviously recognized Wang Geng, a recent news figure in the New York media, and hurriedly grabbed Wang Geng's hand and shook it with surprise on his face.

Wang Geng grinned, this guy's knuckles were thick and strong, he really looked like a young worker.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm so excited, I'm John Garland, I just arrived in New York, and I'm auditing at Columbia University!"

The waitress at the side had already come over and stood aside with a notebook, chewing gum in her mouth, with freckles on her face, her attitude was still enthusiastic,

"What do you two want to use?"

Wang Geng looked at the menu on the table, ordered casually, "Give me a set menu, plus two fried eggs... um... plus two barbecue sausages, how about you? Follow me Same?"

Wang Geng casually asked Garland, who was on the opposite side, and he nodded restrainedly. Apparently, the young man named Garland was looking forward to a meal + two fried eggs + two barbecue sausages.

When the waiter wrote down what the two ordered and turned away, Wang Geng came back to his senses.

"You are John Garland?? Why are you in New York?"

Nima, this guy in front of me is the designer of the m1 Garand rifle, Wang Geng feels that his luck is a bit strange recently!

"Mr. Wang, have you ever heard of me?" Garland was also surprised. He was just a small person, and he couldn't compete with the rescue hero Wang Geng of the West Point Military Academy!

"Ah, no, I knew your name just now, but I just thought... well... we are destined..." Wang Geng chattered indiscriminately, just as the waiter came over with coffee and relieved the guy. around.

Garland obviously didn't believe Wang Geng's nonsense, but whatever, at least he knew that Wang Geng didn't mean anything to him. Soon the food was brought up by the waiter. get up.

Feng Juanyunyun was full of food and drink, and the two of them held a cup of coffee each, so they spared no time to talk about the design drawing just now.

"Mr. Garland, if I'm not mistaken, the guns on the two pieces of paper haven't been designed yet?" Wang Geng asked while rubbing a cigar.

"So you really know how to design firearms? Ah, I forgot, the newspaper said that you, a New York hero, are a top student at West Point. It's not unusual for you to be familiar with firearms. You're right, and it's true that you haven't finished yet!"

Garland was a little embarrassed, and murmured,

"You know, it's not long since I came to New York, and I haven't found a lot of materials in the library, and there's also a lack of financial samples." The 29-year-old Garland obviously lives in a difficult situation, and he speaks a little heroically. look.

"What kind of work did you do before? Judging by your age, you can be regarded as an older youth at Columbia University." Wang Geng lit a cigar, smoked it beautifully, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I was born in Quebec, Canada, and I went to school relatively late. Later, I relied on self-study. I used to work in factories and machinery, but I like firearm design, so I used the money I saved at work to come to New York to study. By the way, check the information, you know, the Ministry of the Army launched a tender for the design of a new light machine gun at the beginning of the year... I want to try it out"

Garland obviously had a good impression of Wang Geng. This cafe set menu + 2 fried eggs and 2 barbecue meats - intestinal pads, the young man who has only eaten black bread with clear water since morning has obviously boosted his spirits. few.

What's more, he also wanted to discuss his design with the top students at West Point who are familiar with firearms, and listen to different opinions. While talking, Garland took out the two pieces of paper just now and spread them out on the table, with a serious look on his face. Looking at Wang Geng expectantly.

Wang Geng took a closer look. Obviously, the drawing was still the original design of the Garand rifle, but the first semi-automatic rifle equipped on a large scale in history had already taken some prototypes. Wang Geng pointed to the design drawing with his fingers.

"If I'm not mistaken, your gun is designed to be semi-automatic with automatic reloading?"

Wang Geng's tone was very casual, but Garland was taken aback. The young man reached out and grabbed Wang Geng's hand excitedly,

"Did you see it?! It's amazing! I originally wanted to design a fully automatic light machine gun, but later I felt that the structure was too complicated, and I was afraid that time would not be able to keep up with the progress of the Ministry of War, so I simplified the design and made it a semi-automatic rifle!"

"Well, the idea of ​​your gun is good, although it seems that it is still far away from the shape, and your magazine is designed to hold ten bullets, which is a bit ahead of the rifle. In this way, the volume of the magazine and the weight of the gun are both too heavy!"

Wang Geng looked at the design drawing on the table again, raised his head and said to Garland.

"Hey! Mr. Wang, you should be designing firearms. You can see the problem at a glance. Well, it was originally designed as a light machine gun with 20 rounds of magazines, but later it was abandoned and changed to a semi-automatic rifle. It’s a bit nondescript to turn it into a built-in one here!”

Garland opened his eyes wide, and looked at the New York hero in front of him in surprise. Unexpectedly, Wang Geng only took a few glances at the design drawings and not only understood his own idea, but also pointed out the remaining problems.

Wang Geng was a special soldier in his previous life, not to mention mere infantry light weapons, he is the master who can directly drive tanks and planes. Although this m1 Garand rifle is an old antique, it occupies an important position in military history. It can be regarded as the most powerful weapon in World War II A successful rifle should not have been officially finalized until 1936. Wang Geng knew the technical details of this gun like the back of his hand.

"If the world's mainstream rifles are loaded with five bullets, your gun is enough to load seven or eight rounds. Your competitor is a single-shot manual rifle rather than a fully automatic light machine gun. Accuracy, range and portability are the first considerations. The problem."

Wang Geng pointed out the future gun masters in front of him. Historically, Garand went to New York to study in 1917. At this time, he began to design the m1, and then entered the Springfield Armory in 1919. It was not until 1936 that the m1 Garand semi-automatic rifle could be finalized and developed. Installed by the U.S. military.

"Yes, you are so right! I have to write it down!" Garland took out a small notebook and pen, bowed his head and memorized it!

"Mr. Garland, you are studying in New York and you have to design this gun at your own expense. What about your source of income?" Wang Geng asked with a smile.

"I saved some money before I came to New York, but it wasn't enough. I'm going to try my luck with a few design companies to see if I can get some sponsorship funds," Garland said honestly.

"Are you interested in becoming a member of our company?" Wang Geng extended an olive branch, and the talents in front of him should not be missed!