xymnovel Chapter 95 The World's First Assault Rifle, Sean Wayne's HK Assault Rifle, is Born
Chapter 95 The World's First Assault Rifle, Sean Wayne's HK Assault Rifle, is Born
Chapter 96 The World's First Assault Rifle: Sean Wayne's HK Assault Rifle is Born
Sean was a little melancholy. When would his villa be finished? The walls were covered with famous paintings, each worth no less than thirty million US dollars in later years. There were also sculptures by Michelangelo in the bedroom, and the drawers were filled with medals and crowns.
If people find out, my house will be burgled every day.
Goring was equally distressed. He was grooming his shiny hair in front of the mirror, applying hair wax and carefully smoothing it with his hands, tilting his head to look at himself in the mirror as he did so.
Only after there are no flaws should you adjust the clothes.
"These bastards are ostracizing me, but I don't care." Although Goring claimed he didn't care, he secretly longed for success.
He has plenty of money, but titles like Count Lightning of the General Staff and Father of Armor are incredibly coveted.
He became a god in one battle, but on the streets of Berlin, he was called "Sean Wein," a prodigy of his generation.
depressed.
I must become the god of war of the German Air Force.
"The howling demon, the king's hunter. Yes, that is me, Göring!"
Satisfied, he left the mirror. Now everyone ostracized him, even his ally, Himmler, was distant. His only support was the little painter.
No, there's also Sean Wayne.
So, early in the morning, Göring boarded his beloved Daimler and headed to Lufthansa.
If it weren't for World War II, Lufthansa would be a comparable aircraft manufacturer to Airbus and Boeing in modern times.
Göring's arrival drew great attention from Lufthansa, after all, he was an Air Force Marshal, and whether the company made money or not was entirely up to him.
Upon arriving at Lufthansa's president's office, the president personally greeted Göring and served him a fragrant cup of coffee.
"Marshal, is there anything I can do today?"
Did you know that Mercedes-Benz and Daimler are developing jet aircraft?
Göring casually twirled the cup in his hand.
"Yes, and I heard they received a huge amount of research funding."
The Lufthansa CEO looked on with envy.
"I can also give you the information on the HE-178 prototype, and even Daimler's technical data."
"real?"
"Yes, but they are developing the ME-262 fighter jet. I hope you will develop the jet bomber. Junkers will support you."
"Thank you, sir." It's fantastic that Lufthansa can acquire some of Daimler's technology.
Jet bombers and fighter jets were the direction Sean Wayne pointed out for the Air Force.
Hahaha, Göring's heart was trembling with excitement.
"but."
"Understood!" The Lufthansa president wasn't stupid. Although Germans are meticulous, they aren't pedantic. He knew what Göring wanted; that guy was notoriously greedy.
"What do you understand? I mean, does your company have any spare engineers?"
Goring squinted and looked at the president with a grin.
"Recommended engineers?" The president was speechless. Are you even speaking human language?
Which engineer would complain about being redundant?
We're just afraid it won't be enough.
"Yes, it's unnecessary." Goring nodded affirmatively.
You must have gotten your head caught in a door.
The Lufthansa president hesitated. Engineers were Lufthansa's prized possessions.
Are you crazy? Which company complains about a lack of talent?
Do you think it's common to get a degree from a university these days?
"We don't have any extra engineers," the president replied seriously.
"It's a must."
What did you say?
The Lufthansa CEO was stunned.
"If you don't have enough engineers, it seems you're not up to the task. I think I'll have Junkers or Schmidt take the lead." Göring didn't even look at his coffee, stood up, and prepared to leave.
"Your Excellency, yes, we do have some surplus. Lufthansa's strength is evident to all, so of course we have surplus talent. We have plenty of talent, and sometimes we feel we don't need it all."
Although the Lufthansa president did not know what Göring was planning to do, this project order was very important to Lufthansa, as it not only provided technology and funding, but also allowed them to take on a large number of contracts.
They gave the young artist the green light all the way and received her full support.
When people talk about the German Air Force now, everyone in Europe knows how terrifying it was.
Lufthansa really didn't want to give up the delicious meal right in front of her.
"Okay, pick seven or eight for me, from materials to engines, all types."
"Okay, so, the jet bomber project?"
"Here you go!"
"Thank you, sir. By the way..."
"What?" Goring sat down again, looking at the hesitant president. "Speak."
"What do you need engineers for?"
"I'd like to recommend them to other companies."
The Lufthansa CEO nearly vomited blood. "Are you serious? You can't be serious, can you?" He thought the CEO was going to do something else, but it turns out he's just a middleman?
There's something the CEO didn't say: for someone of your status to do this, isn't it a bit too low-level?
"I'm very serious."
Göring shut him down with a single sentence, almost driving the other person crazy.
"May I ask what company it is? We can do a lot of things too." As expected of the boss, his mind works fast. Since you can poach people, we can accept it. Help us poach them, it's just money, right? We can afford it.
Lockheed Corporation.
"What did you say?" The Lufthansa president thought for a long time but had never heard of the company. He leaned closer to Goring and lowered his voice.
Does your company need investment?
Goring was stunned. "It's not my company."
It's not your company, why are you acting like this?
"What company is that?" The president really didn't know what kind of German aircraft company could have an Air Force Marshal acting as an intermediary.
"An American company."
This is truly a bolt from the blue, a pig flying into a tree.
The Lufthansa CEO stared, mouth agape, his heart pounding, unable to calm down for a long time. "An American company?"
The president's mind flashed through Schmidt, Juncker, and even Mercedes-Benz and Daimler, and he even sifted through Czech and Polish companies, but he never thought of an American company across the Atlantic.
It's some damn American company whose name I've never even heard of.
"You must be joking, right? You must be joking."
"I'm very serious."
That's it, we've run out of things to talk about.
"No, sir, that's an American company." You're poaching people for an American company?
"Mr. Sean Wayne is also an American."
We're completely done talking to each other.
The Lufthansa CEO wasn't stupid; he suddenly realized something. "The hero started a company? An aircraft company?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Although Goring spoke sternly, his face was beaming with joy.
understood!
The Lufthansa CEO finally understood.
"I will select some outstanding talents." This must be a grand strategy, it has to be a grand strategy, otherwise it wouldn't make sense, even the marshal is playing a supporting role.
Goring patted the other man on the shoulder. "Well done."
Next target: Schmidt.
This strange experience happened again.
I heard that Göring was helping American companies poach talent, and CEO Schmidt's reaction was exactly the same as Lufthansa's.
I've seen people who are utterly insane, but I've never seen anyone like Göring.
You, a German Air Force Marshal, are helping an American aircraft company poach employees?
"You're joking."
But what greeted CEO Schmidt was Göring's serious expression, as if to say, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
An old tree blossoms, and a man gives birth.
CEO Schmidt realized that this was madness, utter madness.
However, when Göring hinted that it was Sean Wayne...
Schmidt's CEO was even more excited than Lufthansa's.
He kept holding Göring's hand.
"Please rest assured, our engineers are very willing to switch jobs."
Goring looked at him strangely and reminded him, "That's an American company."
"Science knows no borders."
CEO Schmidt uttered words of remarkably high vision.
Is this a major undertaking, or perhaps a grand undertaking imbued with the inhuman wisdom of the hero Sean Wein? As one of the three giants of German aircraft, Schmidt stated, "It is a lifelong honor for us to participate."
Thanks to Goring's hard work, Sean's Paperclip Project went quite smoothly.
Many German engineers are happy to switch jobs to an American company whose name they've never even heard of.
The only regret is that I don't have enough money.
"Money," Sean muttered. Last year, he was single and had no family to worry about; he could even afford two hamburgers just by writing comments. Now...
Despite having a large family and a wealthy business, they somehow live a life that feels like poverty.
A wall covered with Van Gogh paintings, works by the three great masters of the Italian Renaissance, yet I still couldn't see how wealthy I was.
Oh, and there are a bunch of castles too big to live in, so we'll have to buy land and build houses ourselves.
That's outrageous, those damned Germans.
Knock, knock, knock—there was a knock on the door.
"Who?"
"Is Mr. Sean home? I am a representative from Winchester Corporation."
"I am from Colt Corporation."
"Wait a minute."
Sean got up from the sofa, walked to the entrance of the apartment, straightened his clothes and tidied his appearance in front of the mirror, and opened the door.
"Please come in."
I am familiar with both of them; although they are not the company presidents, they are senior executives and are old acquaintances.
"Mr. Sean, do you have so many counterfeit goods at home?"
Upon entering, the Winchester representative was greeted by a living room filled with famous paintings.
Haha, Sean nodded speechlessly, "Yes, I like it."
Hanni was busy in the kitchen when she heard this, and a look of relief appeared on her face. Her husband liked art, not medals.
Colt's representative was very interested, looking at the portrait of Dr. Gachet, touching his chin, and even reaching out to touch the frame. "This doesn't look like a fake."
"Really? Have you done any research?" The Winchester representative suddenly laughed. Who would put genuine Van Gogh paintings in their living room? Especially seven or eight of them.
This one piece could buy two houses, yes, houses, and even three or four-story apartment buildings like Sean's.
"Didn't I tell you I studied oil painting? I started by studying sketching, then switched to oil painting. When I joined the company, I initially worked in illustration and design. I believe this last portrait of Van Gogh is an original."
"What did you say?" the Winchester representative exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't it a counterfeit?"
"It doesn't look like a fake. In my professional opinion, this is a genuine Van Gogh work."
"My God, where's the wheat stack over here?"
"This one also looks like an authentic work."
"What about this side?"
As they walked and looked around, one of them remarked, "I think they're all genuine."
After saying that, the two looked at each other and thought, "God, are they all genuine?"
Hanni marinated the steak, nodding in satisfaction. This person has an eye for quality, unlike Jason and O'Connor, a bunch of blind men. How could these paintings be forgeries?
Do you really think that a painting found by a regional commander with a rank equivalent to a major general and a commando team of several hundred men could be a fake?
"My God, Mr. Sean, are these all from your collection?"
I guess so.
Wow, it's not easy to collect these.
It's incredibly easy; you just go out for a short while and come back to find that you've collected them all.
Sean poured tea for the two of them. "This must have cost quite a bit of money."
Both company representatives nodded in agreement.
I didn't spend a single penny.
And it also came with a drawer full of medals and a bunch of European castles. Where am I supposed to go to complain?
Sean was too embarrassed to bring it up. He pushed his cup away, hugged his knees, and asked, "Gentlemen, what brings you here today?"
"Oh, I see." The Winchester representative pulled a check out of his pocket and pushed it in front of Sean. "This is $200,000 for collaborative research and development, and part of it is your patent fees."
"Patent fees?"
"Have you forgotten? The M1 carbine is almost entirely based on Mr. Sean's design concept. We successfully manufactured it, and the War Department was very satisfied. They gave us an order for 500,000, 300,000 for our own use, and the other 200,000 will be sold to the Philippines and the United Kingdom."
Is Britain starting to panic too?
This weapon was very effective in urban warfare in the British Isles and could alleviate the lack of firepower for the British ground forces to some extent.
It seems the British also knew that the time for a German attack on their homeland was not far off.
The Winchester representative brought out a box containing a prototype gun.
Sean picked it up and held it in his hands.
The two representatives nodded repeatedly as they watched Sean's stance. "Sir, you are a genius. Your shooting posture is perfectly tailored for short-barreled rifles, submachine guns, and pistols."
Sean chuckled lightly. That was natural; bolt-action rifles were rarely used in later generations.
Two hundred thousand dollars; Winchester's friendship is still quite good.
Sean put down his gun. "My gun shop needs a batch too."
"I will instruct the factory to expedite its production for you."
"Thanks."
"We are friends."
Looking at Colt, who seemed to be smiling the whole time, I said, "We've got the M1."
Not bad, but I wonder what it will look like when it's finally made. Is it a semi-assault rifle that follows the M2's design? It's a bit ugly.
In fact, the STG44 was not the earliest assault rifle; rather, it was the first assault rifle to be successfully mass-produced and deployed in war.
In fact, the M2, which is a quasi-assault rifle, is an assault rifle simply by changing the bullet from .30 caliber to 5.56x45.
"There's just one problem: Winchester believes they can manufacture it faster."
What?
Sean looked at Winchester.
"Yes, sir, it's more appropriate for us to manufacture the M2 assault rifle."
The Colt representative looked at Sean regretfully. "Sir, do you have any other designs?"
That's why you all came at the same time?
The Winchester representative pulled out another check. "This is a $500,000 patent buyout fee. We'll even advertise that Sean Wayne designed the M2 assault rifle."
Not only do they give you money, but they also give you fame?
How could I possibly refuse? "Okay, thank you."
"Sir!" Representative Colt looked at Sean pleadingly.
"OK, Hannie."
"Yes, sir." Hannie walked into the bedroom and came out carrying a huge suitcase.
They opened the box and took out a strange-looking rifle.
Sean took it and held it in his hand.
"What kind of weapon is this?" Representative Colt looked on in surprise. It was a rifle, no, an automatic rifle, my God.
"Sir, did you make this?"
The Winchester representative was equally surprised.
"This is an automatic rifle, the Formosa M35 fully automatic machine gun carbine, which uses 7.75x40 Gustav rifle ammunition. It was designed and manufactured by German designer Formosa Heinrich in 1939. It operates on the gas-operated principle and is the world's first true assault rifle."
The two men stood up in surprise at the same time. "Is this the German assault rifle? The world's first assault rifle?"
"No, the Germans used the STG44 assault rifle, and this is the M35. The Germans were developing automatic weapons before the war, but it was not taken seriously. The High Command especially disliked gas-operated structures. These two are the earliest assault rifles developed by the Germans."
Fate was cruel; Holmes was forced to leave the factory, and I got it, even obtaining the design patent, which I bought for $100,000.
It has a lower failure rate than the STG44, and its bullets fly more smoothly.
Hanni stood to the side with her head down. This rifle had been gathering dust in the German design studio. If it weren't for Lord Sean, they wouldn't have known that such powerful weapons were right beside them, and there was more than one of them.
This rifle costs less than the STG44 and can be mass-produced, doubling the army's firepower.
Unfortunately, no one wanted it. It was only because you had a discerning eye that this excellent weapon was not allowed to go to waste.
"Mr. Sean, please grant us, Colt, we want to produce the M35! We will pay you royalties every year!"
This wasn't a design concept, but a complete physical prototype, and it had already been verified. The Winchester representative looked on with envy, thinking that he should have just abandoned the M2 and instead produced the M35 as soon as he got it, in mass production.
"I have some requests."
Colt's representative nodded solemnly, "We agree to everything." They had no room for negotiation now; the young man in front of them was an arms dealer himself, and he owned an aircraft manufacturing company. If he wanted, he could buy a factory and produce aircraft himself at any time.
Money? Who would think a guy who displays a Van Gogh masterpiece in his living room is short of money?
As a favorite of the War Department, M35 orders were never a problem.
After the Germans demonstrated the power of automatic weapons, many countries began developing their own, but the technology was not yet up to par.
Whoever seizes the initiative will gain access to a huge market.
"Shorten the gun body, it's a bit long, make the structure more compact, use 5.56x45 intermediate power cartridges, retain the curved design of the magazine, hold 30 rounds, leave room for the rail to add space, and remove the wooden stock at the back and replace it with a folding stock design."
Another improved semi-automatic version does not require shortening the gun body; in fact, the barrel can be slightly lengthened, and it uses 7.62mm caliber ammunition.
Why is that?
"I named this semi-automatic rifle the Precision Marksman Rifle."
"A precision marksman rifle?"
Yes, the M35 is perfectly capable of being a precision marksman rifle, replacing existing bolt-action sniper rifles.
"No problem at all, we'll get it done in no time." These details don't matter at all.
"Also, try using grooved heat dissipation and a recoil reduction design for the barrel. You can refer to the Italian M1938A. You should have a sample, right? If not, I have some in my gun shop."
"We have them, Colt can agree to all of them, and we'll even use your name for the finished product!"
"Then let's call it the HK Assault Rifle."
"HK?"
Later German rifles largely followed the design concepts of the M35 and STG44.
In terms of appearance, the M35 can be considered the progenitor of the HK series.
"Yes, it's called the HK Assault Rifle."
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