Northern River Valley Province.
The bitter north wind howled, and the snow drifted like a knife for thousands of miles.
Looking at it at a glance, countless bomb craters are covered with cracked ground, and the whole wasteland looks like it has been plowed by something, messy everywhere.
Under every inch of soil, there are charred corpses. On the gentle hill not far away, a burning lion flag was planted obliquely——
That is the banner of the Legion!
Ten days ago, the Legion Expeditionary Force, which was in a stalemate with the Great Rift Valley, launched the first offensive of the winter against the Great Rift Valley.
This sudden cold winter has pushed the physical and mental strength of both sides to the limit. Everyone knows in their hearts that the moment of decisive battle has arrived.
General Klass, who had experienced many battles, made a decisive move. He seized the opportunity of the coming blizzard and took advantage of the harsh natural climate to launch a general attack on the weakening of the Absolute Shield system.
His judgment was correct.
Unfortunately, although the blizzard did affect the performance of the Absolute Shield system, it did not weaken the defensive will of the defenders.
The aerial bombs of the drones are like the sickle of death, raining iron rain on the battlefield, and the artillery of the legion is not to be outdone and fights back, covering light and heavy armored units and light infantry all over the mountains and plains to launch an impact. In the short tens of kilometers of positions, only groups of 10,000 people filled in batches, but no one came back.
The entire battlefield has become a brutal meat grinder.
Both sides paid heavy casualties, but the price on the Legion's side was significantly higher.
The sound of cannons in the distance sounded again, like the beating of war drums, but anyone could hear that the oil in the drums was exhausted.
The man in the dark blue military uniform was awakened by the sound of the cannon.
He shook his head, spat out the mud in his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.
Ten minutes ago, as the captain of the ten men, he was ordered to lead a squad of twenty light infantry to fill the gap in the defense.
His officer did not tell him the specific battle order, but only ordered one sentence - "No retreat", and then he was pushed out.
When he opened his eyes again, the burning flag was hundreds of meters away from him. Looking around, there are no living people around, only the earth that has been dried up with snow.
He lowered his head and saw the dangling trouser legs and half of the intestines exposed in his belly.
Unable to bear the fear in his heart any longer, he dropped the rifle in his hand, fell into the mud, and howled like a baby.
Similar scenes can be seen everywhere in this land.
At this moment, tens of kilometers behind him, on the plain leading to the northwest of River Valley Province, a convoy retreating westward was suffering a devastating blow.
They planned to retreat to the west, but the two power armor formations quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defense zone.
The steel is burning, and there are only a handful of survivors.
A power armor with a searchlight on its shoulders was dragging a man covered in blood from the wreckage of an off-road vehicle.
"I can pay...the ransom." He was missing a tooth and his left eye was covered with blood, but he could barely speak, "We lost...I surrender."
Failure is not scary.
In his entire life as a soldier, Klass did not win every battle.
However, the power armor ignored him. After comparing the holographic image information, it then looked at the comrades beside him.
"It's him, Klass, the leader of the expeditionary force."
"Are you sure you're not a clone or something like that?"
"Not sure, but does it matter?"
Everyone laughed.
Yes. Does it matter?
The strength of the Legion in the River Valley Province has been completely destroyed. They wiped out hundreds of thousands of troops, and the rest of the dead fled.
So what if there is still a polished commander left?
The power armor looked back at the man in his hands, and shook the old flesh and blood like he was holding a chicken.
"There's a Deathclaw's lair nearby."
"Great, those little guys must be very hungry."
"They'll love this gift."
Hearing everyone's conversation, Klass's calm face showed a trace of panic, his dry hands grasped the steel clamping his neck, and struggled in vain.
"You, kill me... Legion, no, let you go!"
Klaas was having trouble breathing.
The man looked at him mockingly, staring into his eyes.
"Then let them come."
"There are no cowards in the land of the valley."
...
The sky was dimly lit.
Scattered noises disturbed the tranquility outside the east gate of Starwood Farm. The young guard standing on the fence gave a cheesy look, and gave the comrades who came to change shifts a tired look.
"You finally came."
A guard with a horse face came, holding an iron teacup filled with boiling water in his hand, glanced outside the fence and said.
His name is Ormas, and he is Wrench's adjutant.
Before, his name was actually Rivet, but the Manager who liked to name people changed it to him, and he happily accepted it.
"Did something happen last night?"
"No," Jimmy shook his head and put the gun on his back, "I've been watching them all night, except for the loud snoring, I can't see anything unusual... I'll leave this to you, I have to catch up on sleep.”
He was the youngest member of the Outpost Guard, having just turned fourteen last month, but he already looked like an adult.
In the guard, age and birth are not a problem. The only requirement for them is loyalty and honesty. Although he is the youngest, Ormas feels that he meets this standard better than anyone else.
Long without family, he unconditionally believes in saving him from the predator's dungeon, Lord Manager. Not to mention standing guard, he was even willing to die for him.
"Go to rest, child, leave this place to me."
Ormas patted the young guard on the shoulder, and after watching him leave, he put the iron teapot on the icy concrete bunker.
Looking towards the refugee camp, he took off the Arbiter rifle on his back and stared in that direction meticulously.
Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to collect firewood, and some set up pots and threw snow into it to cook.
The man named Lex was directing them, seeming to have everything in order, but Ormas was not optimistic that he could control these people.
Unlike the nomadic tribe of Iron Axe, Ormas could tell at a glance based on experience that these people were not in the same group.
Regardless of the distribution and orientation of the shacks, as well as the location of the fire, it shows that there are at least four or more groups... maybe more.
On the other hand, the prisoners of war were also driven out to collect firewood, and the demand for fuel in the Starwood farm increased several times.
According to Old Luka, they had to build two more earthen kilns for burning charcoal in order to maintain the balance of fuel expenditure. The prisoners of war of those legions should have spent the whole day collecting firewood outside.
Keeping in mind the Master Manager's instructions, Ormas tightened his grip on the heavy rifle in his hand to cheer himself up.
"Hope there's nothing wrong."
...
Outpost.
Yuki, who came to the surface early, quietly built a snowman on the square in front of the nursing home while the bank was not open and everyone was still online.
Although it may be meaningless and the snowman she made is not beautiful, she still wants to do something for those who keep the shelter safe.
[ Today's adventure should also work hard! ]
A wooden sign was hung on the snowman's belly, with a line of crooked characters written on it, which she learned recently.
Finally, you're done.
After slapping the snow off the gloves, Yuki bounced back two steps, looked at his masterpiece with sparkling eyes, and gave a thumbs up in satisfaction.
"Not bad, Yuki is great."
Imitating the tone of the Manager and boasting to himself, Yuki slipped away in a good mood.
After a while, players came online one after another.
Seeing the snowman on the square and the crooked words written on the sign, countless little players suddenly felt their hearts melt.
"!!!"
"Wooooow, this snowman! It must have been made by Yuki for me!"
"Crooked, are you so lucky? It's time to hit your performance at the end of the year. I helped you find a pervert."
"I feel so full of strength that I can even defeat a split claw crab!"
"Splitting Claw Crab? It doesn't matter if you have hands!"
"Good brother, let's go!"
"Hehe, Yuki must have piled it up to encourage me. Don't worry, your sister will be careful and make you delicious mushroom soup when I come back!" Just talking is not enough, Yaya took out a beautiful big mushroom from his pocket, and carefully made a nose for the snowman.
"Wait for me! I think something is missing!"
Seeing Yaya's movements, Shuri clapped her hands suddenly as if thinking of something, turned around and ran to the hut to get a scarf, and hung it around the snowman's neck when she came back.
"Nice!" Shuri stroked her chin in satisfaction, nodded triumphantly and said, "It looks so much better!"
Carrying the newly-made rocket, Mosquito laughed and wanted to join in the fun, but before he reached the square, he was pushed to the ground by a group of enthusiastic little players and ate a mouthful of snow.
"What are you doing? My rocket! That's my rocket!"
"Hey! You guys are giving me money!"
Yawning Sumeria carried Popo to the third floor.
Glancing at the players on the square outside the window, who were screaming so early in the morning, she couldn't help but complain.
"I really envy them, they are so energetic early in the morning."
"Popo was full of energy at first, until it was carried upstairs by a strange woman."
Sumeria stared at the wastebasket.
"What do you mean, it's wrong for me to help you up?"
Popo's camera didn't look at her.
"Popo doesn't want to talk to you today, please come back tomorrow."
"So rude!"
What a mess!
Rolling her eyes, Sumeria turned around and went downstairs to open the door for the weapon shop.
Shelter 404 today is as lively as yesterday, and the energetic little players went out to work early in the morning.
As for Lucius, of course, he was not idle.
As a planner, he knows very well that he can't always squat in front of the computer and watch the screen, but he still has to do some things that planners should do.
For example, give players more benefits.
Steel Factory No. 81.
Standing next to a machine with an area of about six or seven square meters, Lucius looked it up and down, and said after a while.
"This is called... a punch press?"
"Yes, my dear Manager! It's a bit rudimentary, but it's not bad at all." Brother Yamasaa said with a smile, "By the way, this is my graduation project... Although you may not know it What is the graduation project?"
Lucius thought, do you really think I'm a fool? But he didn't say much, and the expression on his face didn't change at all.
NPCs have this benefit.
When you don’t want to talk to people, you don’t talk to them, and if you don’t want to explain, you don’t explain, and no one will feel impolite. This is much more comfortable than doing sales.
Brother Levin also said with a smile.
"That's right! The principles of punching machines are actually the same, from circular motion to linear motion. We designed a set of electric motors to drive the flywheel, drive gears, crankshafts, and connecting rods through clutches, and push sliders for processing. The maximum momentum is average, It is a bit difficult to make the engine, but there is no problem with the AK parts. The only trouble is that the quality of the lubricating oil is not good. We use betulinic acid and turpentine to make it... Anyway, it is active at present, so let’s take a look at it later .”
Brother Yamasaa: "What AK! It's LD!"
Brother Levin said embarrassedly: "Yes, yes, hehe, I forgot."
To be honest, Lucius didn't think this machine was simple, he even thought it was a blast.
By the way, are the parts used in this machine really cut out by his machine tool?
This is too much waste!
Next to the punch press, there is also a hot piercing machine, which is used to make seamless steel pipes.
The fired steel will be sent under the rollers to be pressed into rods, then fixed on the fixture, pierced with a motor-driven plug, cut off, cooled, and sent to the workbench to pull out the rifling with a boring knife.
Next to the workbench, you can see a batch of steel pipes and casing parts that have been produced, which are exactly the orders that Lucius asked them to complete before.
"Are these two devices convenient to operate?"
"It's very convenient!" Brother Levin patted his chest and said, "Master Manager, if you still want to produce anything, just leave it to us. Our products are guaranteed to satisfy you!"
Lucius looked at the two approvingly and nodded with satisfaction.
"You guys are doing great!"
"With these weapons, we have more confidence to survive in this world!"
The check he wrote before was finally cashed now!
Mission completed!
The two received the reminder at the same time, and immediately opened the VM to take a look.
Looking at the final payment on the business account, Brother Levin and Brother Yamasaa showed excited expressions on their faces.
Get rich!
Lucius quickly placed a new order for them, and then asked the warehouse manager to check and accept the goods, and took them to the warehouse.
The assembly can be handed over to Boss Sumeria.
She has plenty of tools there, and if the precision of the part is not enough to fit it, a little handling is enough, it will not be difficult.
However, Lucius felt that this worry should be superfluous. After all, the mold of that stamping machine was cut out with a "Magnetically confined plasma CNC machine tool".
Mold precision is not enough?
Nonexistent!
As for the principled error caused by mechanical movement, that thing has little effect.
Watching Sumeria assemble the gun, Lucius excitedly held it in his hand for a while, then loaded the magazine with a clip, and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to try out the feel of the gun.
First, a few bursts were fired, and then the shuttle was swept away.
The caliber of 7mm is slightly smaller than the 7.62mm used by the AK, but the length of the 50mm shell can fit more charges, and the penetration is still very sufficient.
Whether it is dealing with humans or aliens, it is very useful!
"This performance is good," Sumeria glanced at Lucius in surprise, and said, "I didn't expect you to design weapons?"
"I don't have that ability."
"That is?"
Lucius thought for a while and said.
"You can simply understand it as... we have a chatting place, where many people are very idle, they argue, quarrel, and then quarrel, there will be some blueprints that do not know where they come from."
Sumeria was stunned for a moment.
"Is the threshold for your quarrel so high..."
"On the contrary, there is no threshold. It is also because there is no threshold, so there are everyone." Lucius took out the empty magazine and said happily, "Whatever this is, how about this gun? How does the Drone X-2 assault rifle compare?"
Sumeria rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm talking about iron-pipe rifles. Do you expect to compare the guns made by big factories with the guns made by small workshops?"
Lucius smiled disapprovingly.
"The production experience is summed up in practice, and it will always get better slowly."
Waiting for the players to die a few more times, won't this experience come?
"That's right. As the first generation, it's really good." Sumeria picked up a cooled shell casing from the ground, rubbed his chin and looked at it for a while, "Let me help you see how to improve it."
There was no sound for a long time.
Sumeria turned her head, seeing Lucius looking at her in surprise, she couldn't help being slightly stunned, and said in a low voice.
"Any questions?"
"No."
Lucius shook his head.
It's kind of weird. This guy has become more and more diligent recently, it's almost like a different person.
Attracted by the gunshots at the west gate, the nearby players looked here curiously and whispered with interest.
"There is a plot!"
"Sickle! It's a sickle! Hahaha, it's finally out!"
"Hey! I'm talking about the story of the Manager and the proprietress of the weapon shop! Does no one pay attention to her eyes? Brother Mole, you know what I mean."
"Get out, what does it have to do with me? Do you want me to be banned!"
"Tsk, Mole has lost his dream."
"Damn it."
"%￥#@!"
Northern River Valley Province.
The bitter north wind howled, and the snow drifted like a knife for thousands of miles.
Looking at it at a glance, countless bomb craters are covered with cracked ground, and the whole wasteland looks like it has been plowed by something, messy everywhere.
Under every inch of soil, there are charred corpses. On the gentle hill not far away, a burning lion flag was planted obliquely——
That is the banner of the Legion!
Ten days ago, the Legion Expeditionary Force, which was in a stalemate with the Great Rift Valley, launched the first offensive of the winter against the Great Rift Valley.
This sudden cold winter has pushed the physical and mental strength of both sides to the limit. Everyone knows in their hearts that the moment of decisive battle has arrived.
General Klass, who had experienced many battles, made a decisive move. He seized the opportunity of the coming blizzard and took advantage of the harsh natural climate to launch a general attack on the weakening of the Absolute Shield system.
His judgment was correct.
Unfortunately, although the blizzard did affect the performance of the Absolute Shield system, it did not weaken the defensive will of the defenders.
The aerial bombs of the drones are like the sickle of death, raining iron rain on the battlefield, and the artillery of the legion is not to be outdone and fights back, covering light and heavy armored units and light infantry all over the mountains and plains to launch an impact. In the short tens of kilometers of positions, only groups of 10,000 people filled in batches, but no one came back.
The entire battlefield has become a brutal meat grinder.
Both sides paid heavy casualties, but the price on the Legion's side was significantly higher.
The sound of cannons in the distance sounded again, like the beating of war drums, but anyone could hear that the oil in the drums was exhausted.
The man in the dark blue military uniform was awakened by the sound of the cannon.
He shook his head, spat out the mud in his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.
Ten minutes ago, as the captain of the ten men, he was ordered to lead a squad of twenty light infantry to fill the gap in the defense.
His officer did not tell him the specific battle order, but only ordered one sentence - "No retreat", and then he was pushed out.
When he opened his eyes again, the burning flag was hundreds of meters away from him. Looking around, there are no living people around, only the earth that has been dried up with snow.
He lowered his head and saw the dangling trouser legs and half of the intestines exposed in his belly.
Unable to bear the fear in his heart any longer, he dropped the rifle in his hand, fell into the mud, and howled like a baby.
Similar scenes can be seen everywhere in this land.
At this moment, tens of kilometers behind him, on the plain leading to the northwest of River Valley Province, a convoy retreating westward was suffering a devastating blow.
They planned to retreat to the west, but the two power armor formations quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defense zone.
The steel is burning, and there are only a handful of survivors.
A power armor with a searchlight on its shoulders was dragging a man covered in blood from the wreckage of an off-road vehicle.
"I can pay...the ransom." He was missing a tooth and his left eye was covered with blood, but he could barely speak, "We lost...I surrender."
Failure is not scary.
In his entire life as a soldier, Klass did not win every battle.
However, the power armor ignored him. After comparing the holographic image information, it then looked at the comrades beside him.
"It's him, Klass, the leader of the expeditionary force."
"Are you sure you're not a clone or something like that?"
"Not sure, but does it matter?"
Everyone laughed.
Yes. Does it matter?
The strength of the Legion in the River Valley Province has been completely destroyed. They wiped out hundreds of thousands of troops, and the rest of the dead fled.
So what if there is still a polished commander left?
The power armor looked back at the man in his hands, and shook the old flesh and blood like he was holding a chicken.
"There's a Deathclaw's lair nearby."
"Great, those little guys must be very hungry."
"They'll love this gift."
Hearing everyone's conversation, Klass's calm face showed a trace of panic, his dry hands grasped the steel clamping his neck, and struggled in vain.
"You, kill me... Legion, no, let you go!"
Klaas was having trouble breathing.
The man looked at him mockingly, staring into his eyes.
"Then let them come."
"There are no cowards in the land of the valley."
...
The sky was dimly lit.
Scattered noises disturbed the tranquility outside the east gate of Starwood Farm. The young guard standing on the fence gave a cheesy look, and gave the comrades who came to change shifts a tired look.
"You finally came."
A guard with a horse face came, holding an iron teacup filled with boiling water in his hand, glanced outside the fence and said.
His name is Ormas, and he is Wrench's adjutant.
Before, his name was actually Rivet, but the Manager who liked to name people changed it to him, and he happily accepted it.
"Did something happen last night?"
"No," Jimmy shook his head and put the gun on his back, "I've been watching them all night, except for the loud snoring, I can't see anything unusual... I'll leave this to you, I have to catch up on sleep.”
He was the youngest member of the Outpost Guard, having just turned fourteen last month, but he already looked like an adult.
In the guard, age and birth are not a problem. The only requirement for them is loyalty and honesty. Although he is the youngest, Ormas feels that he meets this standard better than anyone else.
Long without family, he unconditionally believes in saving him from the predator's dungeon, Lord Manager. Not to mention standing guard, he was even willing to die for him.
"Go to rest, child, leave this place to me."
Ormas patted the young guard on the shoulder, and after watching him leave, he put the iron teapot on the icy concrete bunker.
Looking towards the refugee camp, he took off the Arbiter rifle on his back and stared in that direction meticulously.
Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to collect firewood, and some set up pots and threw snow into it to cook.
The man named Lex was directing them, seeming to have everything in order, but Ormas was not optimistic that he could control these people.
Unlike the nomadic tribe of Iron Axe, Ormas could tell at a glance based on experience that these people were not in the same group.
Regardless of the distribution and orientation of the shacks, as well as the location of the fire, it shows that there are at least four or more groups... maybe more.
On the other hand, the prisoners of war were also driven out to collect firewood, and the demand for fuel in the Starwood farm increased several times.
According to Old Luka, they had to build two more earthen kilns for burning charcoal in order to maintain the balance of fuel expenditure. The prisoners of war of those legions should have spent the whole day collecting firewood outside.
Keeping in mind the Master Manager's instructions, Ormas tightened his grip on the heavy rifle in his hand to cheer himself up.
"Hope there's nothing wrong."
...
Outpost.
Yuki, who came to the surface early, quietly built a snowman on the square in front of the nursing home while the bank was not open and everyone was still online.
Although it may be meaningless and the snowman she made is not beautiful, she still wants to do something for those who keep the shelter safe.
[ Today's adventure should also work hard! ]
A wooden sign was hung on the snowman's belly, with a line of crooked characters written on it, which she learned recently.
Finally, you're done.
After slapping the snow off the gloves, Yuki bounced back two steps, looked at his masterpiece with sparkling eyes, and gave a thumbs up in satisfaction.
"Not bad, Yuki is great."
Imitating the tone of the Manager and boasting to himself, Yuki slipped away in a good mood.
After a while, players came online one after another.
Seeing the snowman on the square and the crooked words written on the sign, countless little players suddenly felt their hearts melt.
"!!!"
"Wooooow, this snowman! It must have been made by Yuki for me!"
"Crooked, are you so lucky? It's time to hit your performance at the end of the year. I helped you find a pervert."
"I feel so full of strength that I can even defeat a split claw crab!"
"Splitting Claw Crab? It doesn't matter if you have hands!"
"Good brother, let's go!"
"Hehe, Yuki must have piled it up to encourage me. Don't worry, your sister will be careful and make you delicious mushroom soup when I come back!" Just talking is not enough, Yaya took out a beautiful big mushroom from his pocket, and carefully made a nose for the snowman.
"Wait for me! I think something is missing!"
Seeing Yaya's movements, Shuri clapped her hands suddenly as if thinking of something, turned around and ran to the hut to get a scarf, and hung it around the snowman's neck when she came back.
"Nice!" Shuri stroked her chin in satisfaction, nodded triumphantly and said, "It looks so much better!"
Carrying the newly-made rocket, Mosquito laughed and wanted to join in the fun, but before he reached the square, he was pushed to the ground by a group of enthusiastic little players and ate a mouthful of snow.
"What are you doing? My rocket! That's my rocket!"
"Hey! You guys are giving me money!"
Yawning Sumeria carried Popo to the third floor.
Glancing at the players on the square outside the window, who were screaming so early in the morning, she couldn't help but complain.
"I really envy them, they are so energetic early in the morning."
"Popo was full of energy at first, until it was carried upstairs by a strange woman."
Sumeria stared at the wastebasket.
"What do you mean, it's wrong for me to help you up?"
Popo's camera didn't look at her.
"Popo doesn't want to talk to you today, please come back tomorrow."
"So rude!"
What a mess!
Rolling her eyes, Sumeria turned around and went downstairs to open the door for the weapon shop.
Shelter 404 today is as lively as yesterday, and the energetic little players went out to work early in the morning.
As for Lucius, of course, he was not idle.
As a planner, he knows very well that he can't always squat in front of the computer and watch the screen, but he still has to do some things that planners should do.
For example, give players more benefits.
Steel Factory No. 81.
Standing next to a machine with an area of about six or seven square meters, Lucius looked it up and down, and said after a while.
"This is called... a punch press?"
"Yes, my dear Manager! It's a bit rudimentary, but it's not bad at all." Brother Yamasaa said with a smile, "By the way, this is my graduation project... Although you may not know it What is the graduation project?"
Lucius thought, do you really think I'm a fool? But he didn't say much, and the expression on his face didn't change at all.
NPCs have this benefit.
When you don’t want to talk to people, you don’t talk to them, and if you don’t want to explain, you don’t explain, and no one will feel impolite. This is much more comfortable than doing sales.
Brother Levin also said with a smile.
"That's right! The principles of punching machines are actually the same, from circular motion to linear motion. We designed a set of electric motors to drive the flywheel, drive gears, crankshafts, and connecting rods through clutches, and push sliders for processing. The maximum momentum is average, It is a bit difficult to make the engine, but there is no problem with the AK parts. The only trouble is that the quality of the lubricating oil is not good. We use betulinic acid and turpentine to make it... Anyway, it is active at present, so let’s take a look at it later .”
Brother Yamasaa: "What AK! It's LD!"
Brother Levin said embarrassedly: "Yes, yes, hehe, I forgot."
To be honest, Lucius didn't think this machine was simple, he even thought it was a blast.
By the way, are the parts used in this machine really cut out by his machine tool?
This is too much waste!
Next to the punch press, there is also a hot piercing machine, which is used to make seamless steel pipes.
The fired steel will be sent under the rollers to be pressed into rods, then fixed on the fixture, pierced with a motor-driven plug, cut off, cooled, and sent to the workbench to pull out the rifling with a boring knife.
Next to the workbench, you can see a batch of steel pipes and casing parts that have been produced, which are exactly the orders that Lucius asked them to complete before.
"Are these two devices convenient to operate?"
"It's very convenient!" Brother Levin patted his chest and said, "Master Manager, if you still want to produce anything, just leave it to us. Our products are guaranteed to satisfy you!"
Lucius looked at the two approvingly and nodded with satisfaction.
"You guys are doing great!"
"With these weapons, we have more confidence to survive in this world!"
The check he wrote before was finally cashed now!
Mission completed!
The two received the reminder at the same time, and immediately opened the VM to take a look.
Looking at the final payment on the business account, Brother Levin and Brother Yamasaa showed excited expressions on their faces.
Get rich!
Lucius quickly placed a new order for them, and then asked the warehouse manager to check and accept the goods, and took them to the warehouse.
The assembly can be handed over to Boss Sumeria.
She has plenty of tools there, and if the precision of the part is not enough to fit it, a little handling is enough, it will not be difficult.
However, Lucius felt that this worry should be superfluous. After all, the mold of that stamping machine was cut out with a "Magnetically confined plasma CNC machine tool".
Mold precision is not enough?
Nonexistent!
As for the principled error caused by mechanical movement, that thing has little effect.
Watching Sumeria assemble the gun, Lucius excitedly held it in his hand for a while, then loaded the magazine with a clip, and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to try out the feel of the gun.
First, a few bursts were fired, and then the shuttle was swept away.
The caliber of 7mm is slightly smaller than the 7.62mm used by the AK, but the length of the 50mm shell can fit more charges, and the penetration is still very sufficient.
Whether it is dealing with humans or aliens, it is very useful!
"This performance is good," Sumeria glanced at Lucius in surprise, and said, "I didn't expect you to design weapons?"
"I don't have that ability."
"That is?"
Lucius thought for a while and said.
"You can simply understand it as... we have a chatting place, where many people are very idle, they argue, quarrel, and then quarrel, there will be some blueprints that do not know where they come from."
Sumeria was stunned for a moment.
"Is the threshold for your quarrel so high..."
"On the contrary, there is no threshold. It is also because there is no threshold, so there are everyone." Lucius took out the empty magazine and said happily, "Whatever this is, how about this gun? How does the Drone X-2 assault rifle compare?"
Sumeria rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm talking about iron-pipe rifles. Do you expect to compare the guns made by big factories with the guns made by small workshops?"
Lucius smiled disapprovingly.
"The production experience is summed up in practice, and it will always get better slowly."
Waiting for the players to die a few more times, won't this experience come?
"That's right. As the first generation, it's really good." Sumeria picked up a cooled shell casing from the ground, rubbed his chin and looked at it for a while, "Let me help you see how to improve it."
There was no sound for a long time.
Sumeria turned her head, seeing Lucius looking at her in surprise, she couldn't help being slightly stunned, and said in a low voice.
"Any questions?"
"No."
Lucius shook his head.
It's kind of weird. This guy has become more and more diligent recently, it's almost like a different person.
Attracted by the gunshots at the west gate, the nearby players looked here curiously and whispered with interest.
"There is a plot!"
"Sickle! It's a sickle! Hahaha, it's finally out!"
"Hey! I'm talking about the story of the Manager and the proprietress of the weapon shop! Does no one pay attention to her eyes? Brother Mole, you know what I mean."
"Get out, what does it have to do with me? Do you want me to be banned!"
"Tsk, Mole has lost his dream."
"Damn it."
"%￥#@!"
