My Empire

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So, as the owner of this plant, Tun En hated Hope No. 2 planet, hate the aborigines on the planet.

When I found that I hope that I have an indigenous people on the 2nd planet, he is praying every day, praying that the war will have a large scale of the war.

But Shen Ming did not hear his prayers. I hope that the Aboriginal people on the No. 2 planet will have no two in the indigenous tribe, and the combat power is not allowed to be on the countertop, and there is no ability to even struggle.

Those backward primitive people can only despicable knees in front of the most weak weapons and equipment in the Elan Hill Empire, which makes Tunnan once again launched the factory, and the hope of producing ammunition for the empire.

"Mr.!" Just when two people were desperate in the office, they had already paid in the secretary of the resignation of the letter yesterday.

Employing the young female secretary, looking at the female secretary in front of this year, even the willingness of talking is owed.

He just took a glass of wine, showed it, then dragged long drunk cavity, asked: "Your salary ... I will find ways ..."

"Mr. ... You ... I'd better look at this ..." The female secretary handed the mobile phone to Tunn's, and said with the aging voice: "The news that just released, I think this is very for you. important."

"Important? What is not important." Cold laughed, Tunn is still drunk, glanced at the phone.

Then, he saw the news of the Imperial News App, a message that is awake and no longer awake: "The Royal Series released mobilization, the Empire industry production entered mobilization, the following plants will be dedicated to restore production until the maximum capacity."

Next second, he grabbed his mobile phone, sliding down, turned to his most wanted page - on that page, he saw the entry of military enterprises, a entry that made him suddenly laughed.

He has never been remembered that the female secretary of the old colored decline wants to stay in the continued work, he has heard the son's shouts.

For him, everything has become distant and blurred! Because, just this second, he seems ... I heard the voice of God.

God did not abandon him, and even said it was very very very very very very. I hope that the wars of the No. 2 planet still broke out, and as a armainer, his hopes finally appeared!

Finally, he recovered some of the ambiguity, heard his son's shout: "Father! Father! What happened?"

"Hope No. 2! I hope the wars on the 2nd will break out! Children! War! Outbreak!" The shouting in Tunnen Hyster shouted, and he was now as if it was now.

His state scared his son, even in madness, it is not over. Excited Tun En grabbed his phone in front of him, and pressed a phone number with a trembling finger.

"Lyon! Lyon! Dear Lyon! Fast my factory needs to recover electricity! Yes! Although I can't pay your own electricity bill immediately, you must support me! Take a look at your mobile phone! Brother! Look at your mobile phone!" He Cut the phone handset and shouted with the biggest sound.

I don't know if the phone replied to him. He just said there: "Brother! This time I definitely have money to give you! The previous arrears, there is also the money you borrowed in private!" Two months ... No! I will give you a month! One gold coin will not be less! "

Press the hanging spring on the phone. He quickly broadcasts a number. This time his hand is no longer : "Mr. Wil! I need a production manager! Yes! I know you didn't find it. New job! Hurry back! I will give you a double salary! "

Then, he hanged the phone, finally looked at the middle-aged female secretary in the restless room: "Tear your resignation! Hurry to help me get some recruitment advertisement! The gods are on! Go!"

He doesn't have to recruit production workers at all.

Tunn quickly ran into his factory, just opened the iron gate of the production workshop, I have seen a robot to close the electric gate, the huge machine starts to run, steam from the pressure relief valve, send a pleasing sound.

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

Under the driving of a huge potential, the machine hit a round hole in the copper plate.

Those round copper materials that were cut, in this rolling belt, press the brass cylinder that was stamped on another production line, turned into a tie of a metal shell.

Subsequently, the bottom fire is mounted to the bottom of the shell of this semi-finished product, while a circle labeled the inscription of the ammunition caliber and the production company abbreviation, and is directly stamped in the shell under the fire.

Next second, a cut-off piece of charge was inserted into this shell, and the shape of these charge is calculated, which can greatly delay the burning speed of the gunpowder, and increase the pressure increase. The power of ammunition.

Next, this unfinished bullet placed on top is inserted up, and the blanket is pressed. The warhead and the body are pressed tightly.

With the scrolling of the production line, this 10mm caliber rifle bullet has been completed, so that it falls into the funnel, and eventually comes into one product control line.

The squatting machine sitting on the right-control line randomly grabbed an ammunition to start checking, then throwing unqualified ammunition in the recycling bucket under the foot.

The qualified ammunition continues to scroll forward as the conveyor belt, eventually falls into the box, and is covered with the robot to cover the cover and put the production date seal.

Every minute, hundreds of such bullets will be produced by this production line, and such a production line, there are thirtewe of the entire plant, there are thirty!

That is, just one minute, here a production plant can produce such bullets.

And just a factory in Tunn, a factory, there is seven such a factory. If the machines in these plants are all enabled, just a bullet plant on this planet, you can provide 42 million ammunition for the front line per hour!