One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Four Production Mobilization

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Therefore, as the owner of this factory, Thun hated Planet Hope 2 and the aborigines on that planet.

When he discovered that there were aborigines on Planet Hope 2, he prayed every day, praying that the war to plunder Planet Hope 2 would break out on a large scale.

But the gods didn't hear his prayers, and hoped that the aborigines on planet 2 would be no different from the indigenous tribes.

Those backward primitive people could only bow their knees in front of the weakest weapons and equipment of the Alan Hill Empire. This made Thun once again start the factory and hope to produce ammunition for the empire.

"Sir!" Just as the two of them were desperately waiting in the office to be liquidated, the secretary who had handed in his resignation letter yesterday walked in.

Thun, who couldn't afford to hire a young female secretary, looked at the old and decrepit female secretary in front of him, and didn't even have the willingness to speak.

He just picked up the wine glass, gestured for a moment, and then asked in a long drunken voice, "Your salary...I will find a way..."

"Sir...you...you'd better take a look at this..." The female secretary handed the phone in front of Tu En, and said in a suppressed excited voice: "The news just released, I think it's very good for you, very good for you important."

"Important? Nothing is important anymore." With a sneer, Tuen glanced at the phone, still drunk.

Then, he saw a message on the Empire News app that was too eye-catching: "The Royal Attendant Room issued a mobilization order, and the empire's industrial production has entered a state of mobilization. The following factories will be ordered to resume production until they reach their maximum capacity."

In the next second, he grabbed the phone, swipe down, and turned to the page he wanted to see the most - on that page, he saw the entry of military industrial enterprises, an entry that made him laugh out loud.

It was too late for him to deal with the request of the old and frail female secretary to stay and continue working, he could no longer hear his son's cries.

Everything seemed distant and blurred to him! Because, at this very second, he seemed to... heard the voice of God.

God did not abandon him, and it can even be said that he took great care of him. I hope that the war on planet 2 will still break out, and as an arms dealer, his hope has finally appeared!

Finally, he regained some sanity and heard his son's cry: "Father! Father! What happened?"

"Hope No. 2! The war on Hope No. 2 broke out! Children! War! It broke out!" Thun shouted hysterically. Compared with the decadence just now, he seems to be resurrected now.

His state terrified his son, even insane. The excited Thun grabbed the phone in front of him and pressed a phone number with trembling fingers.

"Lyon! Lyon! Dear Lyon! My factory needs to restore power! Yes! Although I can't pay the electricity bill you owe immediately, you must support me! Look at the phone! Brother! Look at the phone!" He Grabbing the receiver of the phone, he yelled as loud as he could.

I don't know what he answered on the phone, he just kept shouting: "Brother! This time I will definitely have the money to pay you back! The previous arrears, and the money I borrowed from you in private! Two months... No! I'll pay you back in one month! Not a single gold coin will be missing!"

He pressed the hang-up spring on the phone, and he quickly broadcasted another number. This time, his hands were no longer trembling: "Mr. Will! I need a production manager! Yes! I know you can't find one New job! Come back quickly! I'll give you double wages!"

Then, after hanging up the phone, he finally looked at the middle-aged female secretary in the restless room: "Tear up your resignation letter! Hurry up and get me some job advertisements! Gods are on top! Go!"

He didn't have to hire production workers at all,

Because the production puppet robots stored on the planet will be put into production immediately. After all, this is the production task of the empire, and the robot will also be assigned by the empire, because production must be resumed as soon as possible!

Thun quickly ran into his factory, and as soon as he pushed open the iron door of the production workshop, he saw a robot close the switch, the huge machine started to run, and steam gushed out from the pressure relief valve, making a pleasant hiss Voice.

The cut copper plate is pushed into the automatic cutting machine by the machine, and is easily divided into long strips of standard width, and then sent to a larger machine next to it along with the rolling chain.

Driven by huge potential energy, the machine punched out round holes next to each other on the copper plate one by one.

And those round copper pieces that were cut off fell on the rolling belt below, and pressed together with the brass cylinder that was punched out on another production line, and became the prototype of a metal bullet case.

Subsequently, the primer was installed on the bottom of the semi-finished shell, and at the same time, a circle of inscriptions marking the ammunition caliber and the abbreviation of the production company was directly stamped on the outer circle of the shell and primer.

In the next second, the sharply cut pieces of charge are poured into the shell. The shapes of these charges are calculated, which can greatly delay the burning speed of the gunpowder, increase the chamber pressure and improve the The power of ammunition.

Next, the unfinished bullet, which has been placed upwards, was inserted with a warhead and fixed and pressed. The warhead and projectile body are tightly pressed together.

With the rolling of the production line, the 10mm assault rifle bullet that has been produced just fell into the funnel and finally flowed into a quality control line.

The puppet robot sitting on the quality control line randomly grabs an ammunition to start inspection, and then throws the unqualified ammunition into the recycling bin under its feet.

Qualified ammunition continues to roll forward along the conveyor belt, and finally falls into the packaging box, where the packaging robot covers the lid and affixes a production date seal.

Every minute, hundreds of such bullets are produced by this production line, and there are thirty such production lines in the entire factory building!

In other words, in just one minute, a production plant here can produce tens of thousands of such bullets.

And there are seven such factories in the factory of only one arms dealer, Thun. If all the machinery in these factories are activated, just one bullet factory on this planet can provide about 4.2 million rounds of ammunition to the front line every hour!