Chapter 712: Shocked! Professor Qian raised his head abruptly when he heard Lu Qingyang's shocking words.
He looked the young man in front of him up and down, his tone becoming extremely serious, even with a bit of scrutiny:
"Comrade Xiao Lu, you can't say that. Do you know what you're talking about? Weapons design and manufacturing is an extremely complex system process, involving materials, fuel, ammunition, reliability... countless difficulties. Many of our experts have spent years of hard work just to barely keep up with the world's pace. You... you say you have the technology?"
It is Professor Qian who believes in young people, but this really sounds too far-fetched.
This is beyond the realm of having ideas and thoughts, it's simply like talking in a dream.
Lu Qingyang knew very well that it would be difficult to gain trust without any evidence, let alone when facing a rigorous expert like Professor Qian.
He must provide a plausible explanation and solid evidence.
He suppressed his anxiety, tried to make his expression look sincere and resolute, and said in a low voice, "Professor Qian, I know this sounds incredible. Please listen to my explanation first."
Lu Qingyang continued to raise the stakes, his eyes fixed on Professor Qian. "I've always been very interested in this. I've been secretly researching it for a long time, calculating it over and over again. I can't say I've completely grasped it. I think the core idea is feasible and very suitable for our current jungle and mountain warfare needs in the south. It's lighter, shorter, more powerful, and more suitable for close combat than our current common equipment!"
He saw that although Professor Qian was still frowning, he did not immediately rebuke him for talking nonsense, but fell into deep thought. So he struck while the iron was hot and offered the most crucial advice:
"Professor Qian, words are useless. Please give me a chance, give me three months, and get me some materials. No matter how sophisticated you need it, ordinary ones will do. I'll find a place and try to assemble a prototype gun based on the drawings and my understanding. When the time comes, I'll take it out for a walk and you'll know for sure."
Lu Qingyang's plan is to use the modern tools and materials in the space, combined with the materials and shells that can be found in this era, to "transform" and "reproduce" them, and make a sample gun that surpasses the current domestic level.
Similar approaches can be applied to hemostatic dressings and bulletproof materials to produce samples that are ahead of their time.
Professor Qian stared at Lu Qingyang intently, trying to find the slightest sign of deception on his face, but he only saw immense confidence.
This young man seemed to be bragging, but he seemed to be quite confident.
This proposal is too bold and too risky, but... what if it is true?
What if this young man really has mastered some key technical ideas?
What does this mean for the front lines? Professor Qian's heart was pounding. His curiosity as a researcher and his eagerness to solve problems for his country ultimately overwhelmed his doubts.
He took a deep breath, as if he had made a great determination: "Okay, Comrade Lu Qingyang, I trust you this time. I will find a way to get the materials and find a quiet and confidential place for you. However, you must promise me that this matter will never be known to a third person.
Everything must be done in absolute confidentiality. If it turns out to be untrue, you must stop immediately and forget all the conversations today! "
"I promise, Professor Qian, thank you for giving me this opportunity."
He knew that the first step was successful.
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Lu Qingyang asked for three days' leave from school on the grounds of "family emergency".
Professor Qian acted quickly and, through special channels and without attracting attention, delivered the ordinary steel, springs, and some basic tools required on Lu Qingyang's list to an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
This place is in a remote location and usually no one comes here, which meets the requirement of absolute confidentiality.
Lu Qingyang entered the warehouse alone.
The door closed behind him, and the warehouse was dimly lit. A high window cast a few rays of sunlight, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and rust.
He knew that it was impossible to create the weapon he imagined with these things alone.
He immersed his mind in the space and quickly browsed through the redemption options.
In the end, he settled on a carbine with a relatively classic structure, particularly suitable for close-range assaults.
The most core components were exchanged: specially treated, extremely strong internal components of the barrel, the recoil spring and the firing mechanism, as well as a light but sturdy core receiver.
Taken separately, the materials and processing precision of these parts were enough to amaze the engineers at that time.
As for the non-core load-bearing components such as the case, handguard, and buttstock, he decided to use the materials provided by Professor Qian, the precision tools exchanged in the space, and his own enhanced motor abilities to polish and assemble them to conceal his tracks.
He also exchanged for a small batch of intermediate-power ammunition suitable for this type of firearm, and also did some visual processing.
For the next three days, Lu Qingyang almost slept.
From time to time, there were slight sounds of metal grinding and welding coming from the warehouse.
He uses the high precision of space tools to machine the parts, and then carefully combines the future parts with the existing materials.
This process requires great patience and skill, not only to ensure performance, but also to make the final product look like a "prototype gun built by the manufacturer."
On the evening of the third day, a black rifle lay quietly on the workbench in the warehouse.
It is shorter and more compact than the Type 56 rifle, has a foldable buttstock, and is lighter, but its structure appears to be extremely sturdy.
Lu Qingyang even used scraps to polish a few spare magazines.
He informed Professor Qian.
Professor Qian hurried over with an assistant.
When he saw the coldly shining weapon on the workbench, he froze and his glasses almost slipped off.
The first feeling when entering is: light.
Much lighter than expected.
The first feeling is: compact structure, balanced center of gravity, and excellent ergonomics.
He carefully examined every detail. All of this far exceeded his understanding of similar weapons in his country and even in the United States during the same period.
"Is this... is this really made by you... using those materials?"
Lu Qingyang was well prepared. He pointed to the grinding marks and welding points on the workbench, as well as a pile of scrap materials. "Most of the shells and structural parts were polished and assembled by me. It took a lot of effort. Some of them are my own inventions."
Professor Qian and his assistants carefully examined the "traces of craftsmanship" and found that they were indeed made by craftsmen.
They are eager to test it.
Professor Qian's assistant conducted a test firing at a simple shooting range set up in the backyard of the warehouse.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The burst fire is accurate, the recoil is soft and controllable, and the firepower density of the continuous fire is like pouring water, which far exceeds that of the 56mm submachine gun.
The reliability is extremely high, and there were no malfunctions when firing multiple magazines continuously.
The advantages of a folding stock in confined spaces are obvious.
Professor Qian and his assistant were completely shocked. This performance completely overturned their cognition. This was simply the perfect weapon for jungle, street fighting, and close-range assaults.
If it can be mass-produced and equipped to troops, especially on the southern battlefield, it will greatly enhance the close combat firepower of the infantry squad.
Professor Qian and his assistant were still immersed in the shock of the test firing, but Lu Qingyang threw out a concept that made them even more stunned.
He picked up the sample gun on the workbench and skillfully operated it a few times, breaking it down into several large modules - the receiver group, the barrel group, the handguard group, and the buttstock group.
"Professor Qian, the design of this rifle is far more than just the form you just saw. Its core concept is 'module'."
"Module?" Professor Qian was both curious and confused by the word, and the assistant next to him pricked up his ears.
"Yes." Lu Qingyang picked up the different parts and gestured, "You see, its receiver core and automatic mechanism are universal basic platforms. By replacing the barrel of the same length and specification, matching the handguard of the same length, replacing the same type of stock, and supplementing it with a different scope, it can be largely transformed into a specialized rifle to adapt to the needs of different battlefields."
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