Chapter 1344： Production mobilization

So, as the owner of this factory, Thun hates the Hope 2 planet and the aboriginal people on that planet.

When he discovered that there were aboriginal people on the Hope 2 planet, he prayed every day, praying that the war to plunder the Hope 2 planet would break out on a large scale.

But the gods did not hear his prayers, hoping that the aborigines on Planet 2 would be no different from the aboriginal tribes, their combat effectiveness was simply incompetent, and they didn’t even have the ability to struggle a bit.

Those backward primitive people can only bow to their knees in the face of the weakest weapons and equipment of the Ailan Hill Empire, which makes Thun once again start the factory and destroy the hope of producing ammunition for the empire.

"Sir!" Just as two people were waiting in the office desperately for their bankruptcy liquidation, the secretary who had already handed in his resignation letter walked in yesterday.

Thun, who could not afford to hire a young female secretary, looked at the old and faint female secretary in front of him, and did not even look at the willingness to speak.

He just picked up the wine glass, motioned for a moment, then dragged a long drunken voice, and asked: "Your salary...I will find a way..."

"Sir...you...better look at this..." The female secretary handed the phone to Thun, and said in a suppressed excited voice: "The news just released, I think, this is good for you and very good for you. important."

"Important? Nothing is important anymore." With a sneer, Thun glanced at the phone still drunk.

Then, he saw a message on the Empire News that was so eye-catching that it could no longer be eye-catching: "The Royal Attendant's Office issued a mobilization order, and the Empire’s industrial production has entered a state of mobilization. The following factories will be ordered to resume production until they reach their maximum capacity.

The next second, he grabbed the phone, swiped down, and turned to the page he most wanted to see. On that page, he saw the entry for military industry enterprise, an entry that made him suddenly laugh.

He has no time to take care of the request of the old and faint female secretary to stay and continue working. He can no longer hear his son's cry.

For him, everything has become distant and blurred! Because, in this second, he seemed to...hear the voice of God.

God did not abandon him, and it can even be said that he was very, very favored by him. Hope the war on Planet 2 has broken out, and as an arms dealer, his hope has finally appeared!

Finally, he recovered some consciousness and heard his son’s cry: "Father! Father! What happened?"

"Hope No. 2! Hope No. 2 war has broken out! Child! War! It has broken out!" Thun shouted hysterically. Compared with the decadence just now, he seemed to be resurrected now.

His state frightened his son, even to describe it as crazy. Excited, Thun grabbed the phone in front of him and pressed a phone number with his trembling fingers.

"Lyon! Lyon! Dear Lyon! My factory needs to restore power soon! Yes! Although I can't pay the electricity bill you owe right away, you must support me! Look at the phone! Brother! Look at the phone!" He Holding the phone receiver, shouted in the loudest voice.

I don’t know what the call was back to him. He just kept shouting from there, "Brother! I will definitely have money to pay you back this time! The previous debts, and the money I borrowed from you in private! Two months...no! I'll pay you back in one month! You won't be missing a gold coin!"

Pressed the hang-up spring on the phone, and he quickly broadcasted another number. This time his hand no longer trembles: "Mr. Will! I need a production manager! Yes! I know you didn't find it. New job! Come back quickly! I'll pay you a double salary!"

Then, after hanging up the phone, he finally looked at the middle-aged female secretary in the uneasy room: "Tear your resignation letter! Hurry up and get me some job advertisements! The gods are up! Go!"

He doesn’t have to hire production workers at all, because the production puppet robots stocked on the planet will be put into production immediately. After all, this is the Empire’s production task, and the robots will also be assigned by the Empire, because production must be resumed as soon as possible!

Thun ran into his factory quickly, and just opened the iron door of the production workshop, he already saw a robot closing the switch, the huge machine started to operate, steam gushing out from the pressure relief valve, making a sweet hiss. sound.

The cut copper plate is pushed into the automatic cutting machine by the machine, and is easily divided into long strips of standard width, and then sent to a larger machine next to it along with the rolling chain.

Driven by the huge potential energy, the machine smashed round holes next to each other in the copper plate one by one.

The cut round copper material just fell on the rolling belt below, pressed together with the brass cylinder stamped out on another production line, and became the prototype of a metal bullet shell.

Then, the primer was installed on the bottom of the semi-finished shell, and an inscription marked with the caliber of the ammunition and the abbreviation of the production company was punched directly into the outer ring of the shell.

In the next second, a section of the charge that was strictly cut out is poured into the shell. The shape of these charges is calculated, which can greatly delay the burning speed of the gunpowder and increase the chamber pressure. The power of ammunition.

Next, the unfinished bullet, which had been placed upwards, was inserted into the warhead, and fixed and pressed. The warhead and the projectile body were tightly pressed together.

With the rolling of the production line, this 10mm caliber assault rifle bullet that has been produced fell into the funnel and finally merged into a quality control line.

The puppet robot sitting on the quality control line grabs a piece of ammunition at random to start the inspection, and then throws the unqualified ammunition into the recycling bin at the foot.

Qualified ammunition continues to roll forward with the conveyor belt, and finally falls into the packaging box, covered by the packaging robot, and affixed with a production date seal.

Every minute, hundreds of such bullets are produced by this production line, and there are 30 such production lines in the entire factory building!

In other words, in just one minute, a production plant here can produce tens of thousands of such bullets.

There are only seven such factories in the factory of Thun, an arms dealer alone. If all the machinery in these workshops are activated, just a bullet factory on this planet can provide about 4.2 million rounds of ammunition to the front lines every hour!