Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

A burst of flame erupted from the center of the tank's cannon barrel, rapidly expanding like an inflating balloon. Smoke billowed upwards as the high-temperature, high-pressure gas swiftly spread outwards.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, Rawat's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the shattered cannon barrel. Then, his body was thrown into the air.

Damn Sakshi, didn't he thump his chest and guarantee success this time?

Where's Sakshi?

Sakshi didn't escape the explosion. He flew through the air along with Rawat, his mind filled with questions: Why? Why did this happen? The sabot had been machined to sufficient precision, so why did the barrel explode?

Before losing consciousness, this question consumed his thoughts.

Bang!

Sakshi's body crashed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. He was already lifeless, but his eyes remained wide open, never understanding what had happened.

Varisi and the others wore sneering expressions: "We told you, you couldn't pull it off, but you wouldn't listen! The barrel explosion has nothing to do with us. Don't come looking for trouble in the future! Let's go."

The GAZ car started up. The adjutant beside him cast one last glance at the cannon barrel, now in four pieces, and an image of helicopter rotor blades flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Varisi, why didn't you tell them they were using too much propellant?"

The reason they came to stop them, of course, was because they had already discovered the cause of the Indian tank cannon explosions: the warhead had been lengthened, increasing the amount of propellant. With so much propellant burning, how high would the chamber pressure get? An explosion was inevitable!

However, the Indians wouldn't listen to advice and insisted on continuing the test firing, resulting in the deaths of several more people.

"Could we tell them that our tank cannon's chamber pressure is lower than the West's? Wouldn't that be a slap in our own face? We fulfilled our duty to warn them. We had to let the Indians know how poor their technology is, so they would give up on independent development. However, with their ammunition experts mostly dead from these two explosions, they can only ask us for help in the future. Hmph, they still want to develop their own? Then who will we sell our expensive shells to in the future?"

The adjutant nodded, a chill running down his spine.

Taxila, Tank Repair Factory Cafeteria.

A large group of people surrounded him.

Old Fang smiled wryly. He knew that wherever General Qin was, that was the center of attention, and he had to stand aside.

"Well, I just dealt with some matters, so I'm late. Everyone, we are very happy that this business trip has achieved great results, and our relationship has taken a step further. Come, let us toast to friendship!"

Just as everyone was celebrating, an adjutant hurried in and whispered a few words in Mirza's ear.

A smile appeared on Mirza's face: "Everyone, we just received news that the Indians had another barrel explosion while testing their tank cannon. Their most famous military expert, Sakshi, and their military leader, Rawat, were killed on the spot! With this accident, the Indians have given up on the development of a brand new armor-piercing shell! Even their Arjun tank will be affected by this accident."

Everyone became excited. This was really good news. The Indians were stupid enough to be fooled once, and they were actually fooled a second time!

Few people present knew it was Qin Yang's doing. Qin Yang smiled faintly, concealing his merits and fame. When he looked at Fahata, he saw Fahata's lonely expression.

This matter was considered to be over. Would the woman Samat beside him continue to stay by his side? Or would she be taken away?

What about Fahata himself? Would he be implicated as a result?

Two-story building.

Samat sat in front of the window on the second floor, staring blankly below, wondering what she was thinking, until the car parked at the door attracted her attention.

Seeing the people in uniform get out of the car, she immediately felt uneasy. She quickly ran into the room, opened the secret cabinet, intending to take a gun from inside, but it was empty, with nothing inside.

Samat was shocked, knowing that she had been exposed. Just as she ran towards the rear window, the people below had already rushed up.

"Mrs. Samat, you are suspected of a spy case. Please come back with us for investigation. If you don't want to involve your husband, please cooperate obediently."

At this time, Samat had already stepped onto the window frame with one foot, but when she heard this sentence, Samat's body suddenly shook and stopped.

"Okay, I will cooperate with you. All of this has nothing to do with my husband..."

A capture operation was carried out simultaneously on the land of Lao Ba, and a huge intelligence network was completely dug out.

That night, when Fahata returned home, the house was already empty. He took one last look at the room, silently closed the door, and from then on, he never wanted to return here. He would live in the tank repair factory and devote all his energy to work.

East, Prairie City, Metal Materials Research Institute Conference Room.

"For their own petty interests, they have stirred up a new round of tank competition. General Qin's behavior this time is extremely inappropriate!" A middle-aged man said angrily: "They are going to push the penetration depth of tank guns to one meter, and the protection of tanks must also reach one meter. Our existing tank technology has just caught up, and now we will be left behind again!"

"Yes, the Old Maozi are developing large-caliber tank guns, and the Americans are also developing large-caliber tank guns. Our third-generation tanks have not yet been developed, and they will be outdated."

"No, we have to write a report letter to report General Qin's behavior to the higher leaders!" A young man stood up: "I know that General Qin is very powerful, and no one in the country dares to provoke him, but this time he has gone too far! Director, if everyone is protecting themselves, then I am willing to stand up and write a letter to the higher leaders in my personal name!"

Hearing his words, Zhang Quan, the director sitting above, frowned. This young man was using reverse psychology.

In the 1980s, their Metal Materials Research Institute cooperated with the domestic 803 Institute to develop domestically produced 100mm armor-piercing projectiles. They experienced many failures before finally developing a tungsten alloy armor-piercing projectile for the 100mm anti-tank gun. However, the unit did not place a single order, and the reason was very simple: it was too backward. Compared with the 960 factory, the difference was like heaven and earth.

They were very unsuccessful, but they didn't dare to say anything, after all, the 960 factory was too prominent.

This time, General Qin and Old Fang and others went on a business trip, and the news of fooling the Americans has spread. Everyone is jealous. A few design drawings defrauded the Americans of tens of millions of dollars. Why can't such a good thing happen to us?

No, I can't stand it anymore!