My son-in-law is engaged in military industry, all dogs in the village are equipped with guns

Chapter 20 Type 87 Automatic Rifle, Comes Out!

For several days in a row, military factories were plunged into hot production.

Sure enough, as Qi Wei expected, after getting the new drawings, Zhang Jianguo and Li Fuhuan showed great enthusiasm, taking Qi He and others day and night, almost sleeplessly.

Even when Qi Wei was in a dream, he could hear the sound of tinkling.

On the morning of the fourth day, Qi Wei was still asleep, when the door was suddenly and rudely pushed open.

Rushing in was Qian Gouyu: “Wake up, Qi Wei!” ”

“What’s wrong?” Qi Wei rubbed his eyes.

“The gun is made!” Qian Gouyu was already extremely excited at this time.

“Well done.” Qi Wei lay down again, it was only seven o’clock in the morning, the military factory was working at half past seven, he usually got up at seven fifteen, and now he could sleep for another fifteen minutes.

This was completely outlier in the eighties, when chickens generally got up earlier than chickens, after all, there was a lack of entertainment in this era, and many people went to bed after dark.

And Qi Wei belongs to the more late the night brother waves, this is also one of the problems cultivated in later generations, the later you sleep, the better, get up accurate to the second.

“What else do you sleep? Hurry up and go see it! Qian Gou dragged Qi Wei up.

Qi Wei was a little depressed, he was actually not very excited, because the Type 87 was just the beginning for him.

And the Type 87 is not very good in his mind, after all, there are too many guns that are better than the Type 87 in later generations.

However, the enthusiasm of Qian Gouyu and others could not be discouraged, and Qi Wei got up from the good as the flow.

Following Qian Gouyu to the assembly workshop, Li Fuqihe and the four girls were there.

At a glance, Qi Wei saw Li Fu holding a gun that looked like a complete freak in his hand.

To say that it is a freak is not an exaggeration.

The machinery and equipment of the seventh workshop are basically for the purpose of making shell shells, and there is nothing related to the mold, and it must be done temporarily.

In a hurry, it is impossible to make too accurate molds, let alone research the supporting process. Therefore, on the receiver of this gun, there is even a residual impact pattern made by the hammer, which is obviously out of size after stamping, and Li Fu took the hammer to make a miracle.

There is nothing wrong with this correction, it does not affect the accuracy and structural strength, but it does not look good on the outside.

In addition, after the processing of the gun parts, it is necessary to make a layer of anti-rust layer, which in the 80s was basically coated with a layer of metallic chromium, and then sprayed with a special anti-corrosion matte coating.

However, the special gun paint workshop seven also did not, resulting in many places are aluminum alloy bright metal background.

Add to this the grip and handguard that was removed directly from the 81 bar with a coating on the trigger, grip, and the grip and handguard that were simply and crudely cut and polished and then installed directly….

This gun is completely green and ugly to the extreme.

However, such an ugly thing, Li Fu looked intoxicated and carefully held it in his hand, Qi Wei even suspected that his child was not so religious when he was born.

Not only Li Fu, Qi He, Gou Yu, and the four girls and three people were also full of intoxication.

“Qi Wei, take a look, this is the gun we made, you can see if it’s right.” The dog spoke nervously.

The dog’s remaining voice woke up Li Fu, and when he saw Qi Wei, he directly handed the gun over, with anticipation and worry on his face.

He has done his best to follow the drawings, but some of the processes are really unattainable and lack a lot of equipment.

Qi Wei was also not polite, took the gun directly from Li Fu’s hand, and threw it first, not bad, not heavy.

If the material on the drawing is strictly followed, the weight of the Type 87 will eventually be controlled at 2.4 kg. For a rifle with a length of 930 mm, this weight is simply terrifyingly light.

Of course, the process on the drawing of the seventh workshop can not be reached, so many parts and structures directly use the 81 bar, which leads to the weight of the whole gun is about 3.5 kg.

I pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger, the sound of the striker was crisp, the trigger was smooth, and it felt very good.

The only problem was that the recoil spring was too tight, causing a lot of force to be loaded, because the gun used the Type 81 recoil spring directly, and the 81-bar receiver was longer than the Type 87.

This is also a small problem, just adjust it, or change the spring later.

Overall, this gun is good in addition to its ugly appearance.

“Very good!” Qi Wei nodded and gave a high evaluation. He looked left and right and did not find Zhang Jianguo.

“What about Technician Zhang?” He asked curiously.

Zhang Jianguo also put a lot of effort into this gun, and those molds were made by him and Li Fu together. It makes no sense that he is not there at such a critical moment.

Being able to get Qi Wei’s approval, Li Fu instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Lao Zhang reported to his superiors before and applied for test ammunition, but two days had not yet arrived, so he went to ask what was going on. After all, before we send it for inspection, we must first have a factory self-inspection report. He spoke excitedly.

Qi Wei nodded. Now that the gun has passed the design acceptance, the next step is factory test fire testing. This is also an essential step in the detection of new guns.

“Master Zhang should be back soon, right?” The dog could not hold back at this time.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Jianguo appeared at the door of the workshop, and Li Fu couldn’t wait to greet him: “How is it?” Lao Zhang, when will the bullet arrive? ”

As soon as he took a step, Li Fu’s figure was fixed in place. He stared at Zhang Jianguo’s face hesitantly: “What’s wrong, old Zhang?” What happened? ”

Zhang Jianguo’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot at this time, and he gritted his teeth and spoke: “My application has been rejected!” ”