Chapter 961 Paratrooper Helmet
The Shire only provides Dorne with a direction for development.
Fighters, bombers, and attack aircraft are all required to be upgraded to all-metal enclosed cockpits and then converted into carrier-based aircraft.
Charles hoped that France would have reached a new height without realizing it, even before these needs or even related concepts appeared on the battlefield.
One day, when these planes suddenly appear on the battlefield and enter people's field of vision, they will be amazed at the power of French technology, and their prestige will soar.
This may seem unimportant, but what matters on the battlefield is ultimately combat effectiveness.
But that’s called soft power.
When France's military, science and technology, and economy reach heights that other countries cannot match, its citizens will be full of confidence, and citizens of other countries will regard France as a role model, an example, and a beacon.
France will become their ideal utopia, the goal of their struggle and pursuit, and even the end and destination of their lives.
As a result, talents and labor from all over the world will rush to France, bringing countless wealth and power to France.
If I could write some more short articles or bring some rhythm to the movie for global promotion.
It will make France stronger, gain more advantages, and then gain more soft power...
If this cycle continues, it will snowball.
As long as you are not stupid enough to think that drinking disinfectant can kill the virus, there won’t be too much trouble, and you can continue to sit firmly on the position of world hegemony and reap the whole world.
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May Day is worthy of its name only during wartime, because it truly becomes a holiday of labor.
But it was different for capitalists like Steed. He booked the best restaurant at the Ritz Hotel and spent more than 3,000 francs on a table of gourmet food.
He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and inexplicably became nervous. After hesitating for a while, he stood up and checked the position of the knife and fork, then stood further away to see if there was anything wrong.
Charles walked into the restaurant and couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene: "The owner of the famous 'Saint-Etienne' arsenal is still interested in plating?"
Steed smiled instantly and came forward to shake hands with Charles: "That's because it's you who are being invited to the banquet, Lieutenant General. This is my honor, and I dare not slack off at all!"
Charles was to Steed much more than just "the ruler of France," although that was enough.
Under Charles's guidance and operation, the Saint-Etienne Arsenal has become the largest and most important arsenal in France, and even the best in the world.
"Relax, Mr. Steed." Charles sat down at the table. "We are firm allies and partners. We don't need to talk about etiquette like other people."
"Yes, of course." Steed nodded repeatedly.
He was very pleased with these words, which showed that Charles regarded him as "one of his own".
The waiter brought Charles food.
"Your dish, sir." The waiter announced the name of the dish: "Confit duck leg!"
Charles said "hmm", and the waiter's voice sounded familiar. He turned his head and exclaimed, "Dominic?"
Dominic took off the bow tie around his neck in frustration. "We were betting on which dish you would notice after serving, General. I didn't expect it to be the first one."
Steed hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, General, I warned him."
"No, no, it's okay." Charles smiled and invited Dominic to sit opposite him.
He hadn't encountered such a joke for a long time. Except for Tijani, everyone else was respectful and cautious towards Charles and didn't dare to act rashly, even though Charles was only 19 years old at the time.
This may be the price of "growing up".
"So, you've become a master?" Charles cut a piece of crispy duck leg skin and put it into his mouth, asking Dominic.
"Yes, General," Dominic replied, "Mr. Browning thinks I am ready to take charge."
He imitated Browning's tone, and his voice was a little hoarse:
“The best teacher is practice, Dominic.”
"Because we want to design a gun that can kill the enemy on the battlefield."
"You can't learn this by staying in the laboratory. You have to get out of here, even onto the battlefield!"
Dominic spread his hands and regained his voice: "And then I'm here."
"You seem to have become more confident." Charles raised his eyebrows.
Dominic used to be a little timid.
"Yes, General." Dominic nodded in agreement. He stretched out two fingers, as if pinching a square piece of glass. "Maybe it's because I have completed the missing piece of my soul!"
Ciel smiled and shook his head slightly.
It was Dominic, for sure. He actually regarded "learning gun design" as a way to make up for the missing part of his soul.
"It's much more convenient now that you're back." Charles glanced at Steed.
Steed immediately understood what Charles meant: "You can talk to Dominic about anything, General. I have transferred the shares to Dominic. He is my heir."
Steed is old. He has no innovation in weapons and equipment, and his ideas cannot keep up with modern tactics. It is a wise choice to hand over the production task to Dominic.
Ciel nodded, pulling a document from his briefcase and handing it to Dominic.
Dominic opened the file, looked at Charles in surprise, and handed the file to his father Steed.
Steed's eyes were also full of confusion when he took the document: "Helmet? Is there any problem with the Adrian helmet we are using now?"
"No, Mr. Steed," Charles answered. "You must have heard of the French parachute landing in Saarbrücken."
"Of course." Steed nodded, but still didn't understand what this had to do with the helmet.
Dominic said "Oh", "Adrian's helmet is not suitable for airborne, right?"
"Yes." Charles turned his attention to the duck leg in his hand. The skin was crispy and the meat was tender. It tasted quite good. He chewed and said, "Adrian's helmet has a wide brim, which is not suitable for soldiers to roll around when parachuting. Some soldiers broke their necks because of this."
Dominic returned his gaze to the document. "So we want this helmet without a brim."
Charles waved his knife towards Dominic and said, "We need to make it as light as possible. We can reduce the protective performance appropriately, but we need to increase the elasticity of the lining and the toughness of the neck strap."
Lightweight can reduce the weight of airborne troops, which is very important for paratroopers who mainly rely on walking.
Adding lining and fixing straps can provide better protection and prevent it from falling off.
As for protection against bullets and fragments, paratroopers usually fight close combat with the enemy without fortifications, so protection against bullets and fragments is secondary.
(The two pictures above are a comparison of the French "spectra tap" paratrooper helmet and the Adrian helmet, with the outer edge of the helmet removed and the neck strap replaced with a neck strap buckled on the chin)
Dominic nodded repeatedly: "You are very thoughtful, General. This is something I didn't expect."
"You didn't expect that?" Charles stopped cutting the meat and looked at Dominic: "What do you mean?"
Dominic smiled and asked, "I think the most important issue for your paratroopers should be the rifles, right?"
(End of this chapter)
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