roccoschili Chapter 548: Target: 8 tractors! (Gift plus chapter)
Chapter 548: Target: 8 tractors! (Gift plus chapter)
The dismantled turret was immediately transported to the "Ordnance Modification Workshop" next door to remove the 7.62mm coaxial machine gun, 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, and 75mm main gun.
At the chassis pretreatment station, the chassis of the turret was dismantled and the "demilitarization" and "agricultural mechanization" transformation began: removing the redundant armor plates in the fighting compartment (to reduce weight), welding on a universal three-point suspension device and rear power take-off (PTO) interface for installing agricultural machinery, and reinforcing the frame to adapt to high-intensity agricultural operations.
At the engine debugging station, the Cadillac radial engine is carefully inspected and debugged to ensure that its powerful power can be output stably.
Although some people privately grumbled about the "oil-guzzling" nature of the tank engine, Zhang Chi simply waved his hand when he heard it:
"Lose oil? What's there to be afraid of?" Zhang Chi's voice echoed in the workshop, full of unquestionable pride, "We have the oil fields in Pegu. In the future, Sumatra, Borneo, and even as far as Persia, the underground will be filled with black gold.
I promise you that in the future, fuel in Nanyang will be cheaper than milk. The more horsepower, the better. The more powerful the better.
What we want to cultivate is the original rainforest in Southeast Asia that has been dormant for thousands of years, not a greenhouse nursery. Nanyang can afford this little oil."
Even his white glove Yegorov has started oil exploration in Abili and Shuangzhi Kingdom with his men. Even if part of the profits from these oil fields will be taken away by other oil tycoons in White Eagle, Yegorov's Texas New Century Consortium will still be able to get a considerable share and secretly transfer it to Nanyang.
As for eating alone? Zhang Chi didn't want his biggest white glove to be shot seven times in the back and "commit suicide" for the time being.
At this moment, Zhang Chi walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the workshop and pointed at the endless, lush green fields outside the window:
"Look outside. Southeast Asia is covered in the oldest and most fertile rainforest on Earth. For thousands of years, less than one-tenth of the land has been cultivated. Buried beneath this is fertile land capable of feeding hundreds of millions of people. It's a treasure trove bestowed upon us by God in Southeast Asia."
He turned around, his eyes piercing as he scanned the busy scene in the workshop and the people listening:
"We need tractors, thousands and thousands of them. We will use our tractors, use our steel tracks to crush the thorns and vines, turn over the dormant fertile soil, and plow the land that belongs to us!"
"We must transform the boundless wilderness into vast fertile fields!"
These 1000 tractors were just the "tuition" Zhang Chi gave to the workers and technicians of the Nanhua No. 1 Tractor Factory for them to practice and accumulate experience.
He looked at the factory director, Wang Cairen, and all the motivated engineers and workers present, and threw out a goal that made everyone's heart beat wildly:
"I declare that by the end of the first five-year plan of the United States of Southeast Asia, the total number of tractors of all types in use throughout our country will reach 80000."
"Eight... eighty thousand units?!" The visiting guests and workers exclaimed in surprise.
This number is astonishing. You have to know that even a strong country like Russia only produced about 2.5 tractors in its first five-year plan, and most of them were smaller wheeled tractors with only dozens of horsepower.
Zhang Chi’s goal was more than three times what the Russian bear had achieved at the time.
"That's right, 80,000." Zhang Chi said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. "At least one-third of them must be powerful, tracked machines like these, capable of tackling tough problems. We want the fields of Nanyang to be filled with the roar of steel. We want every inch of arable land to be used by us. Do you have the confidence to achieve this goal?!"
After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted in the workshop.
"Have!!"
"Guaranteed to complete the mission!!"
"Die for the Great Commander! Reclaim the South Seas!"
The workers waved wrenches, the engineers clenched their fists, and everyone's face was flushed with excitement and a sense of mission.
Eighty thousand units—a goal worthy of being recorded in history. And they are the ones who will write this history.
Zhang Chi nodded with satisfaction and walked to a tractor chassis that had been preliminarily modified.
"Director Wang," Zhang Chi whispered, "hurry up and modify these 1000 tractors. Immediately deploy them in the pilot projects for land reclamation in Bago, the Irrawaddy Delta, and the northern Malay Peninsula. We need to demonstrate to everyone with practical results that tractors are a hundred times more efficient than buffaloes in land reclamation."
At the same time, after the imported production lines are put into operation, they must be digested and absorbed quickly. The pace of localization cannot stop. Starting from parts to complete machines, we must have our own 'Nanyang Iron Bull'."
"Yes, Commander-in-Chief." Wang Cairen straightened his back, his eyes burning with fire. "We must perfect the skill of 'dismantling tanks' and even more so, learn the skill of 'building tractors'. 80,000, not a single one less."
Zhang Chi knew that when the war was over, there would be endless military surplus supplies flowing into the market. If he practiced the skill of "dismantling tanks" now, he could feed countless workers and factories in the future just by purchasing White Eagle's old tanks at low prices and making steel.
As for tractors, they are the key to increasing the Chinese population in the future. After he has cultivated enough fields from the territories he has conquered, it will not be a problem to feed 2-4 million people.
After all, he had already said in his inaugural speech that his responsibility as the president was to provide a stable livelihood for the tens of millions of people in Southeast Asia. The most important thing was to ensure that everyone had enough to eat!
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At the same time, at a secret exercise base somewhere northeast of Yangon.
The sky was a purified azure blue, with a few thin clouds torn into long, thin threads by the high-altitude wind.
The roar of the engine came from far away, and soon, countless neatly arranged black dots appeared on the skyline, gradually enlarging into several C-47 transport planes painted in the blue-gray camouflage of the Nanyang Defense Force.
They flew in a tight wedge formation toward the vast drop zone below, surrounded by rainforest.
On the ground, in an observation post covered with camouflage nets, Tan Zhijie, Chief of the General Staff of the Nanyang National Defense Force, who had just been promoted to Army General, was holding a pair of high-powered binoculars steadily.
Standing next to him was Qi Quan, who was also promoted to Army General.
This tough general, known for his tough style and flexible tactics, has been designated as the commander-in-chief of the next major military operation code-named "Thunder" - the cross-sea attack on Sumatra Island.
At this moment, both of them held their breath, their eyes fixed on the sky.
"Altitude 800, green light, jump, jump, jump."
Inside the cabin, the howling wind rushed in through the open hatch on the belly of the plane, and the squad leader had to shout to ensure that everyone heard the order.
In an instant, countless paratroopers jumped out of the cabin of the C-47 one after another. The white parachute flowers bloomed one after another against the background of the blue sky, densely packed, like giant dandelion seeds falling in spring, which was breathtaking.