“Master Sun is right… Professor Su, this design is too advanced, and the processing difficulty is devilish. Let alone one night, even if I had a month, using the best equipment in the institute, I… I’m not confident I could make it. This… this is simply a task that we can’t complete with our current conditions.”
The feeling of having a wonderful hope placed before you, only to be blocked by an insurmountable chasm, is more agonizing than despair from the very beginning.
The atmosphere in the workshop instantly plummeted from fiery to freezing.
Meanwhile, in the dead of night, the dormitory area of Battalion No. 3 was eerily quiet.
In the darkness, countless eyes remained open, showing no signs of sleepiness.
The image of Gao Kai being pinned to the ground and humiliated by soldiers of the Second Battalion burned like a branding iron into the hearts of several soldiers of the Third Battalion.
"I can't sleep... Every time I close my eyes, I see Gao Kai being doused with water..."
"And that smug little monkey's face, I really want to punch him a couple of times."
"Stop talking. We don't even know how we'll get thrashed tomorrow. They have better equipment and are tougher than us. How are we supposed to win this exercise?"
"What a load of crap! It's just a formality, then we'll wait for the camp to disband and slink back to our old units..."
An atmosphere of despair and humiliation, like a damp, cold quilt, weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
In stark contrast to the deathly silence, the only light on in the distant gun repair workshop, along with the faint rumble of machinery, could be heard.
Inside the workshop, Su Tang's expression remained unchanged despite the despair of the two men.
She simply looked at them calmly and asked one question: "Do you believe me?"
Old Man Sun and Gao Kai were both taken aback.
believe?
How could they not believe it!
A prodigy who can blindly disassemble and assemble a pistol in seventeen seconds, a genius who can design a "stress-dispersing firing pin"—what she says is the truth!
Gao Kai blurted out almost immediately, "Teacher Su, I believe you! I just... I just think this is too difficult..."
Old Sun nodded emphatically: "Teacher Su, I've gone to great lengths for you, how could I not believe you! Whatever you say, I'll do!"
"good."
Su Tang picked up the blueprint, which could be described as a work of art, and walked to a metal box piled with scrap steel in the corner.
She rummaged through it and soon picked up a rusty steel pipe that looked like an abandoned cannon barrel, and tapped it with a small hammer.
"bite--"
A clear and long echo.
“Let’s use this,” Su Tang said.
Gao Kai and Old Man Sun were both dumbfounded.
"Teacher Su, this... this is scrap material left over from making the Type 54 cannon, right? It's high-carbon steel, hard enough, but too brittle. It's not suitable for making parts like muzzle brakes that need to withstand huge impacts!" Gao Kai said hurriedly.
“I know,” Su Tang said calmly. “So, we need to change its performance. As long as there is a quenching oil bath and an electric furnace for tempering in the workshop.”
Old Sun nodded subconsciously: "Yes, we have them all..."
Su Tang: "We don't have high-precision lathes, so we use the most basic method: first, we process the rough shape, and then we polish and correct it by hand. We don't have suitable materials, so we use heat treatment technology to turn a piece of scrap iron into the special steel we need."
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