"Hey! Master Liu, let alone, Comrade Qin Huaibao's proposal is very good. Anyway, we are all at the base, and the base is only half an hour away from your third district..." After hearing Qin Huaibao's suggestion, Chen Dashan immediately felt that this was good.

"Stop it quickly! This is impossible. How can the army let outsiders intervene at will!" Liu Yijiu didn't want to be an instructor.

The guard camp is full of veterans, with good military skills, but they are also thorny. What if someone asks him to run a few laps, what else can he do? Like the enterprise, the army is always the strong, and everything needs strength to speak.

"Nothing. Besides, you are not an outsider. Didn't you say that the weapons designed require soldiers to exert the maximum power? How can they exert the maximum power of weapons? Who can understand better than the weapon designer?" Chen Dashan didn't want Liu Yijiu to shirke this matter.

"Okay, there should be District 8 ahead, right? Let's get there." Liu Yijiu was helpless and glared at Qin Huaibao fiercely. This guy was afraid that he would not be confused innate.

The Ninth and Districts of the Ninth and Eighth Districts are basically all tertiary industries, including clothing factories, repair factories, chemical factories, etc.

Just like the third district, the function is also to serve the hidden things within the entire Ninth Courtyard.

District 3 and District 8 are only separated by a mountain, but usually because of the guards in the guard camp and nothing happens, no one will come here. Also in the same valley, the factory is not as grand as the third area, and there are only some very small and low factories.

Liang Kun, the person in charge, is a gray-haired old man, with a thin body, less than 1.6 meters tall, especially a pair of small eyes, which makes people impressed by the wrong place.

"Director Liang, we are not outsiders. The comments in Comrade Liu Yijiu's hands were written by Zheng Hao, the new director of the base." Liang Kun was happy at first when he saw the comments in Liu Yijiu's hands, but when he heard Liu Yijiu say that he only did twenty sets, the excitement on his face disappeared immediately.

As one of the managers of the base, Chen Dashan is naturally familiar with Liang Kun.

"Battleman Commander Chen, our District 8 will definitely cooperate with the work of the comrades in District 3. But..." Liang Kun straightened his waist to make himself look more confident. He first promised Chen Dashan, the new base manager, that he would cooperate with him fully, and then turn around and inform them of their difficulties.

"Director Liang, are there any difficulties here?" Liu Yijiu knew that he must have difficulties when he saw Liang Kun's expression.

"Comrade Liu, you don't know anything. We originally had many experts from all walks of life, but in the past few years, many of these experts were taken away by Su Mingyi and never came back. The chemical factory was basically in a state of pause, and the clothing factory could only use finished cloth to make some work clothes and other things..." Liang Kun explained to Liu Yijiu.

He doesn't know Liu Yijiu.

From Liang Kun's explanation, Liu Yijiu understood that he thought that the affiliated factories of the entire base were the same as those in their third districts, and were the most top technical workers. The facts proved that he was wrong.

It is not wrong to have an affiliated area in the eighth District, but the factory in the eighth District is mainly to solve the employment of family members and children in the base. Although this was originally planned by the superior chief, the construction has always been tilted towards more important military industrial areas such as the third, fifth, and second areas.

"So, we don't have any research skills here?" Liu Yijiu was a little depressed.

"It's not possible, but we have no way to complete the printing and dyeing of cloth. There is no problem in making clothes." Liang Kun said with a wry smile, "Comrade Xiao Liu, although our workers receive wages every month, this wage has always been halfway because there is no production task. Apprentices can only receive about ten yuan. We need such production tasks, but you have to start from scratch because they all have to start from scratch..."

"Director Liang, is there no way to do it? What if I use manual methods?" Liu Yijiu was depressed.

You can't go to other factories with such a set of work clothes?

There is no problem with the scope. Factory 298 is the same system as them, and it is also a military factory. Many of the southwest third-tier factories are also third-tier factories. If handed over, it will easily leak secrets.

"The manual method is not impossible, but it is probably not possible to achieve the results you require. In addition, the cost will be very high..." Liang Kun was originally an old folk craftsman. After the founding of New China, he entered a state-owned printing and dyeing factory as a master. Finally, he responded to the national call and supported the construction of the third line here.

Under the current circumstances, to meet Liu Yijiu's requirements, to make camouflage clothes and produce cloth, the method of blue printed cloth inherited by the folk is more complicated. After all, blue printed cloth is just a color. Liu Yijiu's camouflage clothes require careful arrangement of green, yellow, brown, and black.

To produce a piece of cloth, one color and one flower plate is needed!

The cost will be very high.

"Does there be white cloth in our factory's warehouse?" Under the current circumstances, Liu Yijiu can only lower the requirements.

"Yes, but not much. It's not cotton, but linen cloth produced here..." Liang Kun replied.

"Then let's use linen to make it. Is one month enough? Director Liang, as long as this batch of clothing can be made according to our requirements, the future of District 8 will be very good. We have to rely on ourselves and can't wait, damn! Especially the tertiary industry factory..." Liu Yijiu said to Liang Kun.

He said this incredibly inappropriately. Liang Kun’s level is much higher than him.

"The above does not give production tasks, and there are no tasks inside the base. What can we do?" Liang Kun said the truth.

This is not the market economy after the reform and opening up.

"Okay, Director Liang, come here to find the technicians from the printing and dyeing factory. Master Liu is very busy. After explaining the technical requirements to them, he has to go back..." Chen Dashan felt very uncomfortable when he heard these situations.

He wanted to help, but he couldn't help at all.

It only put forward some technical requirements, but it didn't take much time. The factory's work clothes in spring and autumn are all single-layered, and the thickness of the cloth is similar, but it is just a more wear-resistant labor cloth. Liu Yijiu didn't care about what the cloth contains now. Anyway, as long as it is wear-resistant, it's fine, and it's fine without decolorization.

The technicians of the clothing factory, especially the master who made the version, are the wife of a technician in the fifth district of the base. In her forties, she obviously knew the mechanical drawings drawn by Liu Yijiu and others, so she quickly drew a pair of clothing design drawings based on some descriptions of Liu Yijiu.

"Master Zhao, this tactical vest must be processed strictly in accordance with the requirements. Every pocket must not be missing, and the outside pendant areas must not be missing." Liu Yijiu said to Zhao Jinyu, the master of the clothing factory.

These tactical vests are related to how much supplies special soldiers can carry.

"Don't worry, Master Liu, we can't do anything else, there is definitely no problem in making clothes." Zhao Jinyu said with a smile. His face, which originally had no wrinkles, became more obvious in this smile.

"These bags must be used to use more needles and threads in each place. After all, they have been filled with heavier things for a long time. There are also these pendant areas outside..." Liu Yijiu said endlessly.

Nowadays, most of the grenades used in China are type 67 wooden handle grenades, which will be Liu Yijiu's work in the future. However, he does not have much energy to do these things, and will get the four zones of the research ammunition to produce the handleless steel ball grenades as soon as possible. Special forces must minimize the weight and carry more weapons and ammunition.

Even if there is nothing at the moment, Liu Yijiu doesn't think it is difficult.

The 82-2 type oval handleless grenade can still be produced at this time. The weight of one is only 260g, which is nearly half lighter than the 67 type grenade and is easier to carry than the 77-1 type grenade.

Therefore, the tactical vest must be designed and manufactured according to later generations.

"Master Liu, if this tactical vest is full, can our soldiers bear it if they take it for life?" On the way back, Chen Dashan continued to discuss the tactical vest with Liu Yijiu.

Zhao Jinyuhua's paintings are more understandable than those drawn by Liu Yijiu and others.

"If there is not enough ammunition behind enemy lines, how can I replenish it? If possible, I wish every soldier would carry a mobile arsenal on his back!" Liu Yijiu said hatefully.

The current warrior equipment is too simple. Needless to say, to build a special forces soldier, the entire individual soldier equipment system must be redesigned. Radio intercoms and other things are now available for the conditions, but the more important thing is the weapon system.

This is a huge and complex system.

"I also think, the key is how can our soldiers carry such heavy things and run a long distance?" The black line was full of heads between Chen Dashan and Qin Huaibao.

"That's your business. Therefore, if you want to build special forces, you must train them to death. Five or six automatic rifles are not in line with combat. We have to improve in these aspects. When we get fully automatic, it is equivalent to each soldier carrying a machine gun. When encountering an enemy, he will directly hit him, just like mowing grass. How cool is it!" Qin Huaibao obviously knew Liu Yijiu's idea.

At this moment, I was fantasizing about a mobile arsenal hanging on my body, and then I kept firing at the dense enemy in front of me. When the enemy was confused, I was rewarding them with a few goose egg-sized grenades, blowing the enemy up to cry and calling my mother. How cool!
Chapter completed!