"Of course, the Soviet Union was great. You may not believe it, but as far as I know, more than half of the workers in the First Steel Plant are young women."

Hearing what he said, how could Yang Mingzhi not find it interesting?

"What? Are you... letting women serve as firearms assemblers? I think it is completely feasible and necessary, but the steel-making workers are also women."

"Dear general, you must not underestimate Soviet women. In Novosibirsk, you must realize that women here bear far more material production pressure than men."

"Okay! But I still think that men need to do such high-risk and physical work as steelmaking. Now that the current situation is tense, we have to let women do it."

"Yes, all the men have gone to war! So I hope you won't be too surprised when you arrive at my factory."

Halfway through the man's words, Yang Mingzhi felt a little strange. All the workers in the factory were women. There was nothing strange about this.

What's more, women are generally careful about work such as the final assembly of firearms, and they are naturally suitable for this work.

The car finally turned into a simple gate. Yang Mingzhi noticed the wooden sign at the gate, which had the number of the arsenal in Russian: Factory 830.

The Soviet Union gave each of its military factories a numerical number. As for what kind of production the factory was engaged in, there was no indication in the number.

Of course, the factory also has its own set of names. In most cases, either out of confidentiality or more out of convoluted words, workers always refer to their work units by their work unit numbers.

Factory 830 specializes in manufacturing submachine guns. There are currently fifteen factories in the entire alliance that produce submachine guns like this.

In the beginning, there was only one factory producing Popod submachine guns. With the outbreak of the war, the army urgently needed large-scale equipment of individual light weapons with powerful firepower. Popod's process was significantly modified, resulting in a slight decline in quality and a huge increase in output.

Posa submachine gun.

By September 1942, a large number of non-professional factories began to produce submachine guns. Nikolaevsky was transferred to the factory, and then the factory accepted organizational reorganization. Before that, the factory actually produced metal kitchen utensils.

The vehicle had stopped, and through the glass Yang Mingzhi could hear the clanging and clanking sounds in the factory area.

"It seems that the workers are in full swing."

"Of course, please come down and visit! I hope you won't be smelled by the smell of engine oil in the factory."

"It doesn't matter!" Yang Mingzhi shrugged and said with a smile: "We military workers may all regard the smell of engine oil as the fragrance of flowers. Alas, mechanical processing cannot be separated from lubricating oil, just like men cannot be separated from women. So Comrade Factory Director.

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"Please speak."

"My wife should not go to the factory. How about you find a place for her to rest?"

"sure."

"No! I'm going to take a look." Of course, Yang Tao had her own ideas, so she broke away from her husband's shackles.

"Hey, why are you so disobedient?"

"No, I will be willful this time."

"You're still pregnant, so don't smell the engine oil."
Chapter completed!