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“So. The tank you mentioned can drive in rough terrain muddy by shelling, and can tear the opponent’s positions with its powerful large-caliber main gun. tt Don’t make it this far.”

Chic-

Benjamin Hoult ruffled his hair, wiping out his cigar wildly. He scribbled down the concepts of the tank I described on a blank piece of paper, and then folded his arms while holding a pen.

“Will it be hard?”

“Now it seems you are living alone in the 20th century. First of all, it’s a technology that doesn’t exist from the caterpillar orbit that you suggested as the first condition.”

In fact, at the end of the 19th century, there were no armored vehicles, let alone tanks. I don’t know if it’s an armored train.

It might be faster to ask them to make an armored vehicle.

“First. engine. The engine is the problem.”

“Is it the engine?”

“Uh, that old-fashioned tractor rolling on a steam engine can never bear the weight of a tank. Not even a large-caliber main gun, let alone an armor plate. We need a more powerful engine.”

“Powerful engine……”

Mercedes-Benz has recently developed a gasoline-powered vehicle. The Mercedes-Benz Victoria I drive is an early model of a gasoline engine, so I’m done.

So what about diesel engines?

I heard that diesel engines have a higher compression ratio, so they have better fuel efficiency and stronger power than gasoline engines.

In the beginning, diesel engines must have been used in large ships, freight trains, and large vehicles.

I know that the German Panther later had a diesel engine.

‘After all, the problem is the size and weight, right?’

Diesel engines are too large and heavy to fit in a tank.

Would you like to make a suggestion though?

“I know two types of engine developers, are you interested?”

“Two kinds?”

“One is an engine that runs on gasoline and the other is an engine that runs on diesel.”

By now, in the German Empire, Rudolf Diesel would have developed a diesel engine with MAN.

To be precise, it was the predecessor of MAN, but it had a long name. Anyway.

“I’ve heard of an engine that runs on gasoline, but it’s the first time I’ve heard of one that runs on diesel?”

“Roughly speaking, the compression ratio of air is about twice that of gasoline.”

“Twice?”

Benjamin Holt’s eyes widened.

This man, his eyes began to gleam dangerously like Gollum who had a ring in his hand.

“But it is big and heavy.”

“shit. I knew I would.”

However, my interest in my subsequent words slowly cooled.

This man is truly a heavenly ball.

“Are you still interested?”

“I have a lot of interest, but there should be one or two to develop. My body alone is not enough to develop all the things you said.”

“then?”

“The chariot you spoke of. From my point of view, the caterpillar track for breaking through rough terrain seems to be the key, isn’t it?”

“you’re right.”

In the first place, to break through the trench line, you had to break through the muddy field that had become a dog cake in the trench warfare, but without a caterpillar, it would be meaningless.

I nodded.

“Then, first, let’s start with the caterpillar, whether it’s a large-caliber main gun, bulletproof steel, or a naval. Even if the caterpillar is complete, we can make anything.”

“Then where would you like to do your research?”

“DWM.”

Benjamin Holt’s eyes exploded as if he couldn’t yield an inch with his eyes wide open.

I felt a strong will to strike 24 hours from now if I don’t send it to DWM.

“There is DWM’s lab just outside New York. The distance is approximately 1 hour. There’s one in Detroit, one in Connecticut.”

“I flew here by train from California. Is 1 hour and 2 hours logarithmic? Let’s go outside of New York first.”

“OK.”

Benjamin Holt jumped up, picked up his coat, and sprinted outside.

The temper is also urgent.

But the timing is good. I was also busy with DWM.

***

“Welcome to DWM.”

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Outside New York.

Upon entering the New York branch of DWM, huge factory buildings along with large shooting ranges were standing up and down.

“This is DWM……”

“Isn’t it pretty to see?”

Benjamin Hoult, guided by Veyron, toured the interior of the DWM with a bewitched gaze.

It doesn’t feel like a piper or something, but good things are good.

“Did you say Veyron? Would it be okay if I went to DWM’s Firearms Lab or Explosives Lab?”

“Please wait a moment.”

When Veyron looked at me with a ‘will it be?’ gaze, I rolled up my fingers to signal OK.

Veyron nodded slightly, and called the factory worker who was walking by.

“Follow this young man.”

“Oh, thank you. Come with me.”

Benjamin Holt hung the headlock around the young man’s neck and flew towards the DWM lab.

Veyron, who was watching the scene, came closer to me.

“Who are you?”

“Benjamin Holt of the Holt Manufacturing Company. He is the main engineer of a tractor company.”

“Yes? Why do tractor engineers visit DWM Labs? Maybe it’s the International Harvest Research Institute.”

“Well, there is a deep story.”

I waved my hand.

Veyron had the energy to explain again what a tank was like and what a caterpillar was like.

I’ll have to show it to you later when the caterpillar is complete.

“More important than that is the Ministry of War. Is there any progress on the gun delivery contract?”

Veyron’s complexion darkened at my question. As if disappointed by his incompetence, his dying complexion looked serious to anyone.

Well, I see that it doesn’t work out well.

“Is it silent if I show you the machine gun sent by DWM’s German headquarters before? Can I show you the M1893 rifle?”

“Of course, we couldn’t show DWM’s trademark on contract with our German headquarters, but he didn’t budge.”

Veyron looked at me with a cramped face as if he had eaten dozens of sweet potatoes.

“Still, did you notice that the weaponry was roughly made in Germany at the Ordnance Bureau?”

“yes. So, at first, German-made machines hit us because they were delicate and difficult to handle. Even if I mobilized all my contacts and stabbed them, in the end, it was ‘lack of budget’.”

“haha. Lack of budget?”

The army guys are out of their minds.

The M1893 was a rifle produced by Mouser and started production in Spain in 1896.

In addition, this rifle was called the Spanish Mouser, so it was the weapon used by the Spanish Army.

Spain.

In fact, there is no need for difficult explanations, and it is important that the ‘Spanish Army’ is the weapon used.

Because in the US-Spanish War, the US Army is going to be beaten in the dust like a beggar’s footwrap by this Spanish Mouser.

Are you denying this?

The Springfield M1873 can’t keep up with the reload speed of the Spanish Mouser.

“Lack of budget….”

It was only a few days ago that Congress allocated $50 million for defense at President McKinley’s request.

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Of course, $50 million may be tight to convene, arm, and supply the US Army. I understand… can.

For reference, $50 million is about 150 billion won in Hyundai Korean Won. Considering the size of the U.S. economy at the time, 1 trillion was a ridiculous budget.

“Are you bullshit?”

“It’s bullshit.”

Most of the Army’s 5th Corps to be dispatched to Cuba will be militia.

Besides, those War Department kids didn’t even buy a decent supply with $50 million.

When you think of a minister of war that will later be split into a rotten beef scandal, it’s unclear where the 50 million dollars has evaporated.

In any case, the defense corruption is real.

“Then why didn’t you even bid?”

“no. The bid was made, but lost to Colt, Winchester and Remington. It seems that it is only a bid, but in reality it is a refusal of the bid.”

“Did Colt bid with a gatling gun?”

“you’re right.”

“It’s ridiculous.”

Why can’t you eat it even if you make it?

No, I wanted to open the head of the war department bastards who said they would use a gatling gun even if they made an MG08 machine gun that would fly around in World War I.

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Of course, German-made machines are delicate machines, as they said, so they need maintenance, but it’s not my fault that the advantages seem to eat up the disadvantages, right?

“Have you tried a demonstration?”

“Yeah, we did a demonstration, but suddenly the logistics officer called some of the army’s engineers and looked at the machine gun.”

“…are you crazy?”

“Once I had to deliver, I left it alone, but as I picked up the parts one by one, it didn’t work like this and it didn’t work like that. I learned a lot.”

“……”

At this point, Veyron must be an angel.

At this time, if it was the US Army Ordnance Bureau, the Springfield guys would be the best.

First of all, I gave up on the idea that I had opened up all the guns during the demonstration.

The War Department is the one who distributes canned rotten meat for their army supplies.

Well, I get a little bit of it now.

“Shake. really.”

“Director, your heart has come out.”

“Large. I’m sorry.”

Anyway, the War Department guys were wrong.

And in my experience, these easy-going bastards need to show a Jailbreak to get their minds up.

I want to shove the US Army bastards in the back, but where’s the good card?

‘By the way, was there a smuggling route sent to Ireland?’

A good idea just came to mind.

***

Washington DC

War Department office.

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Ordnance officers brought in from Springfield were rotting in the War Department office due to post-bid paperwork. Even Colt’s employees went in and out of the office, and it was crazy.

“But why did you reject the bid for the German-made guns you bid for this time?”

A new arsenal officer asked the old man.

In his own eyes, German-made guns were superior to Springfield’s guns or Colt’s guns, and I wondered why they were rejected without even bidding.

Then the old man raised his index finger upwards.

“Instruction from above. This bid is strictly for the use of domestic brands in the United States.”

“By the way, aren’t those German-made weapons also made in the US?”

“Well. I don’t know. It’s normal and medicine that idiots like us don’t know what kind of words are exchanged and what kind of deals are concluded in the War Department. Don’t get too involved.”

“Yes……”

“You have spoken very well. The German machine gun you mentioned, put some in the warehouse.”

At the old man’s words waving his hand, the new weapon officer returned to his seat as if being kicked out.

At the same time, a German-made machine gun was resting on the desk.

He scratched his head.

“Where is the warehouse? I work only in Springfield, so the inside of the office is black.”

Well, it’ll work out anyway.

Drooling-

The arsenal officer loaded the heavy machine gun onto the wagon and dragged it around to buy the office. Officers in military uniforms were busily passing through the corridors of the War Department.

The day you bump into your boss is over.

The rookie swallowed saliva and walked inside the War Department building, gently pulling the cart so as not to bump into anyone.

thud-

“Ugh-!”

However, despite the newcomer’s efforts, the hallway was too narrow, and he accidentally bumped into someone.

What’s up?

The rookie, please be below me, below me, sweating profusely, creaking and turning my head. Rank Chief…..

medium?

f*cked.

“Sin, I’m sorry!!!”

“Oh, no. it’s ok You’re really struggling to move that big thing in this cramped hallway.”

As the rookie apologized over and over again, the lieutenant who bumped into him calmed the rookie by patting him on the shoulder.

As a logistical officer in the 10th Cavalry Regiment, he was well aware of the difficulties faced by the new cavalry officer.

Just looking at it, it looked like they were doing it because they didn’t know where the warehouse was.

“Can you guide me to the warehouse? Instead of doing anything, let me show you that machine gun.”

“Yes Yes! of course! thank you!”

“Okay, come with me.”

The warehouse was close.

The rookie, who moved the machine gun to the warehouse, bowed his head, shouting thanks again and again, and went straight up to the office. The machine gun was heavy and lay down under the shelf.

The lieutenant brushed his beard and looked down at the machine gun.

“Is it German? It looks a bit special for a machine gun.”

For some reason, it looks different from the Gatling gun, and it has a slightly different shape from the British Maxim machine gun. It looks like a newly developed gun, but if you look closely, you can see that there are several documents in the box.

The rookie seemed to have made a mistake.

“This is… if it’s wrong, it’s a military court judge. I’ll have to sting you later.”

The lieutenant, with a firm expression on his face, could not overcome his curiosity and pulled out the documents. He looked around once to see if anyone could see it, but he was alone in the warehouse.

great.

“Analysis? Was it written during the demonstration?”

The lieutenant’s eyes twinkled at the detailed specification information as if they had ripped off each machine gun and reverse engineered it. Ammunition, ammunition, mode of operation, barrel length, overall length, weight, etc.

Even if it was written by the developer, it was detailed enough to believe.

uh?

“……!!!”

Quartermaster, 10th Cavalry Regiment.

Joseph Pershing looked down at the machine gun sample with an astonished expression. You said you broke the contract after seeing such a great machine gun? You signed a Colt Gatling gun instead?

Pershing muttered quietly.

“Army geeks, are you crazy?”

＜ A small ball launched by the War Department. (3) > end