After hearing the soldier's report.
Immediately, a look of ecstasy appeared on Kikwete's face. He nodded and said,
"That's great!"
"Let's go over and take a look!"
Kikwete had been back in his homeland for a week, and the truth was just as Wang Ye had said. After he returned from studying in China, his original position was naturally not left for him.
The new appointment had not been announced yet.
After all, each carrot was a pit. If Kikwete wanted to take power, someone had to be promoted, someone had to fall, or someone had to give up their position.
No one was willing to give up their seats.
What position he was going to take would require a series of games between the higher-ups. In the end, all parties would have to compromise before there would be a result. It was even possible that he would be shelved.
Therefore, although he was now a general, he was still a general.
However, he did not have any actual power.
Regarding this result.
Kikwete had understood this a long time ago, and Wang Ye had said it before.
Therefore, since he returned, Kikwete did not go through all sorts of connections. He only visited his former commander as usual and then focused all his attention on making guns.
After all, if the gun was completed, it would be the first gun produced by Tanzania. Whether it was influence or significance, it would be very important.
It would be a huge achievement!
With this contribution, the position was naturally easy to talk about.
A moment later.
Kikwete and the guard arrived at the military factory.
Although it was called a military factory, it was still far from the word factory. It could not even compare to the two warehouses in Wang Ye's mechanical field. It was just a row of single-story houses.
At the same time, in the surroundings of this large courtyard.
There were also many people with guns patrolling and keeping watch.
At the entrance of the courtyard, a burly man with a big beard quickly went forward to welcome Kikwete respectfully the moment he saw him.
"General!"
"Our guns have been manufactured!”
"Please check!"
As he spoke, he made an inviting gesture and invited Kikwete into the courtyard. There were no less than 200 people standing in the courtyard, all wearing dirty black robes, looking at Kikwete.
"Look!"
There was a table in the middle of the courtyard.
On the table, there was a gun that looked rather long. This gun wasn't even painted with any anti-rust paint. It was just the original color of the metal, shining silver under the sun.
In addition to the gun, there was a roll of ammunition chain, a magazine, and a drum on the table.
Then, the burly man pointed at the gun and said,
"This is a light machine gun."
"It was produced according to the design drawings that came with the gun barrel.”
"Total length of one meter, 4.5 kg empty gun, using air-guided automatic mode.”
"Fire 7.62mm rifle bullets.”
"You can use the ammunition chain, drum magazine, or magazine to supply the ammunition!”
Kikwete nodded after hearing the man's introduction. He then picked up the rifle and pulled the bolt. At the same time, he held it against his shoulder and felt its usage.
Then, he put down the light machine gun and nodded in satisfaction. He said to the bearded man,
"Well done!"
"You'll be in charge in the future."
"The production problems of the entire military factory.”
"Do you understand?"
Hearing that Kikwete had made his position official, the burly man nodded with joy and said,
"Yes, sir!"
"Thank you, General!"
After all, being in charge of a military factory was a good job compared to being an ordinary soldier or even a squad leader.
Kikwete then pointed at the bullet chain and said,"
"Have you tried?"
The brawny man quickly waved his hand and said,
"Not yet."
"It's the military factory you established."
"At the same time, this is also the first light machine gun we produced.”
"That's why we all think."
"The first shot should be fired by you!”
Kikwete didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the brawny man's compliment. Although his idea was good, this was a new type of gun that had just been produced. It was very dangerous to test it out rashly!
What if the chamber exploded or something else happened?
Then he could go and see God!
Thinking of this…
Kikwete pointed at the bearded man and said,
"Bach, you are the person in charge here.”
"Then I will give the order."
"You can show me.”
"The power of this spear!"
Hearing Kikwete's words, the bearded Bach did not think too much about it. He quickly nodded and saluted,
"Yes, sir!"
Then, he picked up the ammunition chain beside him and pressed it into the light machine gun.
At the same time, the workers who were watching quickly made way for them. On the west side of the courtyard, there was a dilapidated earthen wall with a simple human figure drawn on it. It was obvious that it was used as a target.
Under everyone's gaze.
Bach was holding a light machine gun in his hand. The ammunition chain was hanging on the ground. Judging from the length, there were at least 200 bullets.
"General."
"Please give the order to fire!"
Bach said loudly after he took aim.
Kikwete was very satisfied with his tactful behavior. He waved his hand and said,
"Fire!"
With Kikwete's order!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Immediately, a deafening sound of gunfire rang out!
The surrounding workers raised their hands to cover their ears, while Kikwete stared intently at Bach and the light machine gun that was firing!
Kikwete was very familiar with guns.
So very quickly.
His face gradually revealed a rather shocked expression!
This was because during the shooting process, one could see that the light machine gun's firing speed was very fast, and there were no jammed situations!
Although the person using this light machine gun was Baja, from his stable shooting posture, it could be seen that the recoil of this light machine gun was very well controlled!
More importantly…
Kikwete looked in the direction of the target. Judging from where the bullets landed, the accuracy of the light machine gun was not bad!
After all, this distance was at least a hundred meters!
"Crack!"
With a soft sound, the ammunition chain was finally emptied, and the gun barrel was still emitting a faint green smoke. The bearded man, Bach, respectfully turned to the Kikwete officer and said,
"General!"
"The shooting has been completed!"
Then, he put down his gun and said to Kikwete with a surprised look on his face,"
"General."
"I even feel that the light machine gun we produced.”
"Better than any machine gun I've ever used.”
"Even rifles."
"It's more comfortable!"
Kikwete was not surprised by Bach's words. After all, Bach, who had been a soldier for many years, could naturally sense it more clearly!
At that moment.
Kikwete couldn't help but think of Wang Ye!
The gun barrel was sold to him by this young man, which meant that the design was definitely designed by this young man!
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