Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Qin Yang had already sold the Type II modified tank before even participating in the production project of the Type III tank at Factory 617, which caused a wave of emotion and helplessness among everyone.

These Iraqi people clearly didn't trust us. If they wanted to buy, they could have just told us directly. It's not like we wouldn't sell. They just had to buy it from President Qin. However, Fangbei Company is responsible for the import and export of ground weapons, so it's natural for President Qin to preside over export negotiations.

With the deal concluded, Qin Yang and Dag Duke separated and went to the production workshop of Factory 617.

Red banners hung in the factory building, with large characters written on them: 'Fight for a hundred days, and offer a gift to the motherland!'

'Type III Tank, King of Land Warfare!'

Many welding masters are fighting here day and night, and the sparks of electric arcs are splashing, illuminating their youth.

"President Qin, are you free again?" A voice sounded.

Qin Yang looked over. Next to a tank being assembled, stood a familiar figure. He was directing the installation work with one arm in an orderly manner. After seeing Qin Yang, he greeted him warmly.

"Well, Old Zhu, I originally planned to come directly, but I was stopped by the Navy again to help them negotiate some projects. I came over after the negotiations were completed," Qin Yang said, "Now, is there anything you need my help with?"

"Not for the time being. We produce a small quantity, so we don't use assembly lines. We can only assemble by hand. However, everyone is a skilled veteran, so the installation progress is very fast," Old Zhu said, "We will definitely be able to complete the tasks assigned by the higher authorities in three months. It will not delay our tanks from entering the military parade village."

Although the military parade will not start until October next year, the troops' training will start this year. First, internal selection will be carried out within the troops to select qualified personnel and vehicles. Next year, they will enter the military parade village for collective training. The pedestrian phalanx and the vehicle phalanx are separated. These tanks must also catch up with the training in the military parade village, because this is the vanguard. If an accident occurs in the tank phalanx, the other phalanxes will be affected.

"Well, I'm afraid it won't be easy for our troops to train?"

At this time, Wang Lin, the director of the factory who was directing the welding of the tank body, also ran over. Hearing Qin Yang say this, he immediately nodded: "That's for sure. According to the requirements of the higher authorities, the distance between the phalanxes is 30 meters, the distance between the front and rear vehicles is 10 centimeters, the distance between the vehicles is 2.76 meters, the error must not exceed 10 centimeters, and the speed is 10 kilometers per hour, and the speed is 36 seconds per 100 meters, and the error must not exceed 1 second."

These requirements are quite high. Only by meeting these requirements can we ensure that the entire phalanx is a straight line whether viewed horizontally, vertically, or diagonally. But how to do it?

In later generations, there are satellite navigation positioning systems, 5G networks, and various advanced electronic technologies that allow drivers to know their various accurate information at all times, but now it is only the 1980s, and high-tech methods are not yet available.

The requirements are still the same high, so we can only rely on strict and hard training. The driver's foot steps on the accelerator pedal, and an egg must be clamped in the middle, and the egg cannot be crushed. What is practiced is stability.

Now, how can these brand-new tanks ensure the consistency of the convoy during the advancing process? The time is too short, and training is difficult!

Speaking of this, everyone is very worried.

"President Qin, do you have any suggestions?" Wang Lin asked.

"Me? I don't have any good suggestions either." Qin Yang shook his head: "Our tank drivers are driving with their heads exposed. Therefore, we can let the drivers find reference objects. For example, aiming a certain part of the front armor of the tank at the riding line is considered aligning the route, but the control of this speed still depends on their own training."

It would be great if there was a satellite navigation system in the future, but now there is really no such ability, and everything depends on the benchmark car at the head. Other vehicles also find the reference point. If it is a car or something, you can make a mark on the rearview mirror. Tanks don't have anything, so you have to practice on your own.

"Yes, we can only rely on the soldiers' hard work and hard training. We have to produce the tanks quickly..." At this moment, Qin Yang suddenly heard a rustling sound. He looked up and his face changed drastically.

"Quick, get out of the way, the track is unwinding!"

A roll of tracks was placed on the open space next to it. I don't know why, but the track actually unwound!

It's like a roll of toilet paper falling off. It rolls forward while unfolding the roll of paper. When the tracks are produced from the supporting workshop, they are also bundled and placed upright. Generally speaking, there will be no problems after bundling. Who would have thought that there would be a problem with this roll of tracks!

The weight of a tank track is as high as two tons. If you are hit by this thing, even if you don't die, you will probably have a comminuted fracture. Moreover, looking at the direction in which the track is unfolding, it is coming towards us!

Old Zhu's face also changed, and he looked in the direction of the track roll, wanting to take a big step to leave, but unfortunately, his body could not maintain balance, and he was about to fall.

At this moment, Qin Yang bent down and directly put his shoulder against Old Zhu's waist. The next moment, he carried Old Zhu directly to his shoulder.

Old Zhu's body was light. This old man has made great contributions to the country, relying on this thin body to support the development of the Type III tank.

The rustling sound came quickly, and the track roll arrived in an instant, but Old Zhu had already been carried away from the spot by Qin Yang, and his hat fell off and was firmly pressed under the track.

Old Zhu's feet landed firmly again, looking at the unfolded track, his face was ugly: "Fortunately, there was no accident. Everyone should be careful next! The tracks can no longer be placed like this!"

Working in a heavy machinery factory is very dangerous, and various accidents may occur at any time. Everyone is used to it, but the rules and regulations that should be followed must still be followed. It must be fast and stable.

Once a dangerous situation is discovered, a response must be made to prevent similar things from happening again.

Everyone smacked their tongues, but no one left and continued to stay at their original positions to work, racing against time.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was following behind Qin Yang, was filled with emotion as she watched this scene. These are the most respected front-line workers! The most lovable military workers!