Chapter 272

When Guo Tailai heard that the design was complex and laborious to clean up and maintain, everyone's sense of expectation has dropped a lot.

They are all experienced fighters who know what weapons are most needed on the battlefield. On the battlefield, weapons are their second life. A solid and reliable weapon is what they like best, not complicated and sophisticated high-end products. Usually this kind of high-end goods need to be maintained in a short period of time, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and there are often no such maintenance opportunities on the battlefield.

However, when Guo Tailai did not stabilize the gun with his left hand at all, but put the handguard flat on his hand, and shot steadily with the gun in his right hand, everyone was really surprised.

The recoil and muzzle bounce of this gun are also too small, right? With such a small movement, even lesbians and children with less strength can hold guns and shoot stably, right?

Zhao Xiangbei immediately had a sales target in his mind. The gun itself is beautiful, with some cute pink paint, plus this kind of small recoil, wouldn't those foreign female customers flock to it?

Still, everyone has tried it once, whether they like it or not, they have a right to speak after getting a feel for it.

I have to say that this gun is really easy to control if you just shoot it. It is simple, has little recoil, requires almost no effort, the muzzle does not jump, and the shooting accuracy is high. It is almost impossible to pick out a single flaw. However, when dismantling it, it was discovered that multiple cushioning and shock-absorbing structures were paid for such a small recoil, and high machining accuracy was required. Disassembly and installation took twice as long as the previous two.

The soldiers thought this way, but Zhao Xiangbei felt that Guo Tailai had considered Zhao Yanyan's use, so he worked hard to make such a high-precision and low-recoil new gun, and because of Zhao Yanyan's favorite AK47, the fat man had to continue to use the AK The old structure is simply well-intentioned.

It seems that Fatty's feelings for Zhao Yanyan are not as deep as usual. At that time, the fat man would rather go to jail to help Zhao Yanyan with his affairs. This young man was worthy of Zhao Xiangbei's care.

Mr. Ding understood this earlier than Zhao Xiangbei, so he treated the fat man like his own son. Sometimes Zhao Xiangbei was jealous. Is the husband or the little fat man more important? From Mr. Ding's side, the answer is obviously in favor of Guo Tailai.

In addition to emotion, Zhao Xiangbei admired Guo Tailai's improved design ability so much.

It seems that no matter what gun is in Guo Tailai's hands, Guo Tailai can casually come up with a better design, and it definitely meets the actual needs of use. This is the case with 95, Glock 17, Sig Sauer P220, Beretta M9, ​​and now AK47. This kind of light design ability has amazed many small arms research institutes and gun design masters in China!

How many masters dare to call themselves masters in front of Fatty? At least Zhao Xiangbei knew about it, there wasn't one.

The chief design engineer of 95 has always praised Guo Tailai when he mentioned it, and he said that there are successors in the design of Huaxia Guoqing Weapons. It's unreasonable for such a master of design and manufacturing to be tossed about by someone like Mr. Lang.

"The fat man was woken up by splashing cold water when he was sleeping soundly after ten days of busy work." Zhao Xiangbei watched the soldiers of the special operations team test their guns in turn, and said to General Sun next to him seemingly inadvertently.

"Well, some suspects need to be washed first when they come in, so as not to carry infectious disease on their bodies, so as not to infect the entire military region." General Sun replied directly without thinking.

Three hours later, the brief test of the three new guns was over. Eight special fighters gave high praise to AK12 and AK15 unanimously. This kind of gun with simple structure, reliable leather and easy to obtain bullets is the first choice for overseas missions. Moreover, the operation is easy to use, the shooting accuracy is high, the shooting range is long, and the power is great. The ammunition capacity of up to 60 rounds can maintain the suppression advantage. The results of the simple shooting test are excellent.

SR1 has also achieved better results in shooting, but everyone knows that the complex structure and laborious use and maintenance will reduce some of its overall scores.

Next, the military region will conduct further environmental tests on these three guns, which will take more time. Two of the eight soldiers, together with the other two boxes, will fly directly to the Northwest Military Region, deliver the new guns to the Special Operations Brigade of the Northwest Military Region, and teach the soldiers there to use them.

It was time to have dinner while talking. After reporting and making arrangements, General Sun took Zhao Xiangbei and Guo Tailai to the cafeteria where they had dinner last time.

"That Mr. Lang has been found, and he will bring it back tonight." During the meal, General Sun revealed a word, but did not say anything else. Zhao Xiangbei and Guo Tailai didn't ask any more questions, and handed it over to General Sun.

"Fatty, you can rest here with peace of mind. You have been tired for a few days and sleep well. You don't have to worry about big things. The military region will take care of you." Turning to Guo Tailai, General Sun comforted Guo Tailai.

Guo Tailai thanked General Sun and the military region for their kindness, and he ate and slept with peace of mind, without any hesitation. At night, Guo Tailai lived in the military area, in the same room as last time. Guo Tailai lay on the bed, and fell into a sound sleep in a short while, snoring continuously.

While Guo Tailai was sleeping comfortably, Mr. Lang, who had just had a drink in a club in the capital, was taken away by Guoan personnel and sent directly to the military area.

Inexplicable and terrified, Mr. Lang was called to sober up in the name of sobering up. He stood in the courtyard at night in March in the capital, and the high-pressure faucet was flushed for half an hour. His whole body turned red. After being washed by the high-pressure faucet, after trembling and crying for a long time, he was pulled into the room and changed into a prisoner's clothes. He was interrogated frantically by several wolf-like military security personnel without any time to rest. He spied on military secrets.

The pampered Mr. Lang's previous greetings were almost unbearable, and when he heard the content of the interrogation, saying that he was spying on military secrets, he immediately collapsed in the interrogation room. Crying loudly, shouting for grievances all the time, the snot and tears are really flying together, the forehead is the same color as the skin, it is so wonderful!

However, crying is useless. I don’t even think about getting through in front of security personnel who have been beaten up by a group of comrades-in-arms and have to work overtime overnight for interrogation. If he was crying so hard, he had to be calmed down a bit, and the trial will be resumed when he is clear-headed.

Sure enough, as soon as the high-pressure faucet was pointed at him again, Mr. Lang calmed down, and desperately expressed to the interrogators that he was calm and would cooperate, thus avoiding the second baptism of cold water.

The following interrogation was considered to be on the right track. After a brief reminder, Mr. Lang explained what he knew about the situation like a bamboo tube pouring beans.