A 30,000-ton destroyer, you say it’s a fishing boat?

Chapter 155 My equipment!

Jinghai's strategic deception bureau headquarters.

Zhang Zheng sat in front of the computer with a look of despair on his face, staring at the computer monitor blankly.

Two hands were typing mechanically on the keyboard.

Originally, after nearly a week of busy work, his report had been written.

He sent the first draft to his immediate superiors for review.

Then, the old leader only asked one sentence.

Is your document report formatted correctly?
Is the document report format correct?
Is the report formatted correctly?
correct?
Completed the modification of those damn full-width symbols and half-width symbols, fonts, and text size.

After the line spacing was also modified, he clicked send again.

Less than 10 minutes later, the old leader called.

"The knowledge is not deep enough! Write more! Talk more about your vision for the future fleet! Don't stick to the present!"

Zhang Zheng understood the meaning of his words very well, but he was not that kind of person!
He can't cry!
After all, Pang Keming was responsible for the work of poor people in the past!

Zhang Zheng's heart bleeds when he thinks of Pang Keming!

They are going on a mission!

But he threw himself aside as the captain!
And, according to someone who cannot be named, these dogs are very happy!
He even started a small stove on the boat!
They are indeed a bunch of unreliable guys!
Thinking of the painful place, Zhang Zheng's hands seemed to have infinite power, and he could even type faster.

dong dong!

With two knocks on the door, Pang Keming's head poked in from the door.

"Yo! Are you busy?"

"I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I bought you some oranges!"

As he spoke, he put the oranges he was carrying on the table in front of Zhang Zheng.

Then he sat next to him and silently watched Zhang Zheng typing, while also expressing some of his own opinions.

"This is not good! The writing is not impressive enough!"

"You shouldn't write like this! You should write that in future wars! Naval battles are an extension of the battle line!"

"As long as the maritime defense line remains, the other side will not be able to enter on a large scale!"

"You can only rely on small-scale attacks! And such small-scale attacks are useless in front of a big country!"

"So, strengthening the construction of maritime warships is the key point!"

"You have to learn to cry when you are poor! Only then can you get better equipment!"

The rambling words made Zhang Zheng extremely irritable. He grabbed the keyboard in front of him and handed it to Pang Keming.

"Come on! I'll give you the keyboard! Come on!"

Pang Keming waved his hands wildly and pushed the keyboard back.

"I won't write! This is a task for you! Not for me! I won't find any trouble!"

Reaching out for the orange, Pang Keming peeled it open. Before he could stuff it into his mouth, Zhang Zheng snatched it away.

"Eat a ball of orange!"

"I'll just eat two! I'll give the rest to you!"

"You still want to eat two? You can soak orange peels in some water and drink it! What do you want from me?"

"According to the news I got! The Army's new guy has already come up with a plan!"

"What the hell?" Zhang Zheng leaned back subconsciously, his eyes full of doubt.

His hands were not idle either, so he peeled the oranges and stuffed them into his mouth.

He spat it out the next second.

"very sour!"

"A sour girl!" Pang Keming answered and added: "I got the news from the Equipment Logistics Department!"

"The Army's is combat armor! It is said that a single person can carry three tons of weapons and ammunition!"

The navy sails on the sea all year round, and all supplies have quotas.

As a commander, Zhang Zheng needs to keep track of the status of these supplies at all times in order to make the next move.

Three tons of weapons and ammunition!
He knew very well what a huge number this was!
What kind of individual armor can carry three tons of ammunition?

You know, an average heavy tank only carries 40-50 rounds of ammunition, which will be adjusted according to the caliber of the gun.

These shells have different weights due to their different uses.Taking the 120mm gun as an example, the weight is about 20-25 kilograms.

After all, the maximum ammunition load of a tank is only one ton!
That’s the ammunition load of a tank weighing dozens of tons!

Now, you talk about a person!

A single soldier can carry three tons of weapons and ammunition?
Zhang Zheng laughed, pointed at Pang Keming and said, "You are kidding!"

However, when Pang Keming heard this, his face showed no expression and he said calmly: "No kidding!"

"That's why! I came to you! Let you write the report as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, we will cry about poverty at the end of the year! It will be too late!"

Looking at his anxious partner, Zhang Zheng took out the text message sent by his old leader in the morning.

There is only one sentence on it.

【20 words!Explain clearly! 】

It seems!Time and time wait for nothing!

Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on the keyboard and started typing frantically!
Seeing Zhang Zheng who was busy again, Pang Keming started to cheer beside him.

"come on!"

"A stenographer can write 1 words in one minute! That's 400 words in one hour!"

"20 words is only ten hours of work!"

"Come on! I'm optimistic about you!"

As he spoke, he stood up and took out a few oranges from the orange bag and stuffed them into his arms.

Quietly exit the room.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Ma Chao, who was in charge of army equipment, holding a document in his hand.

Don't know what to do.

With his head lowered, Pang Keming took advantage of Ma Chao to walk into the office next door and disappeared into the corridor.

When Ma Chao walked into the office, he also got the answer he wanted.

"The director is not here. He is said to be looking for Commander Mo! You should go to the hotel where Chief Mo is and you should be able to find him!"

Get the message.

Ma Chao went round and round and finally blocked Qian Yun at the hotel where Mo Yu was staying.

And his ultimate goal, Mo Yu.

"Mr. Qian! The Army has finished its meeting! Their opinion is to get a dozen or so sets first!"

"Then send this so-called armor to the southeast, northwest, and the harshest places for testing."

"If the design parameters can really be achieved! Then mass-produce it!"

"If you can't reach it! It doesn't matter. As long as the price can be reduced and soldiers can carry one hundred kilograms of supplies, that's victory!"

"It can also be mass-produced! After all, this thing is bulletproof!"

"What do you think?"

After listening to Ma Chao's words, Qian Yun shook his finger, then pointed at Mo Yu and said:

"You don't want what I think! You should ask him what he thinks! He is the master!"

"Please pray to God and worship Buddha, don't get the wrong person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Chao made a beautiful slide and came to Mo Yu.

Rubbing his hands, he asked excitedly: "General Master Mo, what do you think?"

Rubbing his eyebrows, Mo Yu responded: "I can make the main structure of the armor!"

"But the battery! We need Jinghai and Meacheng to cooperate in manufacturing it!"

"why?"

"Because of the mess they did! We need to strengthen them!"

"Understood!" Ma Chao made a fist with his right hand and punched his chest twice.

"I will take care of this matter of improving strength! I will ensure that it is done properly for them!"

(End of this chapter)