I Became a Plutocrat in World War I: Starting with Saving France Chapter 957: Paratrooper Helmet

Shire only provided Dorne with the direction of developnt.

Fighters, bombers, and attack aircraft, all required to be upgraded to full-tal enclosed cockpits, and then further developed into carrier-based aircraft.

Shire hoped that before these demands or even relevant concepts appeared on the battlefield, France would have unconsciously reached a new height.

One day, when these planes suddenly appear on the battlefield and enter people’s vision, they will marvel at the power of French technology, and its prestige will soar.

This may seem unimportant, as ultimately what matters on the battlefield is combat effectiveness.

But this is what is called soft power.

When French military, technology, and economy reach a level that other countries cannot even dream of, its own citizens will be filled with confidence, and citizens of other countries will look to France as a model, a paragon, a beacon.

France will beco their ideal utopia, their goal to strive for and pursue, even the destination and ho of their lives.

Thus, talents and labor from various countries will desperately flock to France, bringing with them endless wealth and strength.

If a few articles are written or a narrative is woven into films for global promotion.

France will beco even stronger, gain more advantages, and then gain more soft power...

If this cycle repeats, it will grow like a snowball.

As long as one doesn’t foolishly think drinking disinfectant can kill viruses, no major mishaps will occur, and France can maintain its seat as the world leader and reap the world’s rewards.

...

Labor Day only truly lives up to its na during warti because it genuinely becos a day of labor.

However, capitalists like Steed are different; he booked the best restaurant at the Ritz Hotel, spending over three thousand francs on a sumptuous feast.

He took out a pocket watch for a glance, inexplicably started to feel nervous, hesitated for a while before getting up to check the placent of knives and forks, then stood back to see if anything was amiss.

Shire walked into the restaurant seeing this scene and couldn’t help but laugh: "The renowned owner of the ’Saint-Etienne’ arms factory is interested in table arrangents?"

Steed’s face imdiately broke into a smile, stepping forward to shake hands with Shire: "That’s because it’s you, Vice Admiral, that I’m hosting. It’s my honor, and I dare not be negligent!"

To Steed, Shire was not just "the ruler of France," though that was already enough.

Under Shire’s guidance and operation, the "Saint-Etienne" arms factory had beco the largest and most important in France, even one of the leading ones globally.

"Relax, Mr. Steed." Shire sat down at the table: "We’re staunch allies and partners; no need for too much ceremony like with others."

"Yes, of course." Steed nodded repeatedly.

These words pleased him greatly, indicating that Shire considered him "one of his own."

The waiter served the food to Shire.

"Your dish, sir." The waiter announced the dish: "Confit de canard!"

Shire acknowledged it with a curt sound, finding the waiter’s voice familiar, then turned and exclaid: "Dominic?"

Dominic dejectedly removed the tie from his neck: "We were betting on which course you’d recognize , General, didn’t expect it to be the first."

Steed quickly explained: "Sorry, General, I warned him."

"No, no, it’s okay." Shire invited Dominic to sit across with a smile.

For a long ti, he hadn’t encountered such a joke; except for Tijani, others always maintained a polite caution around Shire, not daring to be disrespectful, even though Shire was just 19.

Perhaps this is the cost of "growing up."

"So, you’ve graduated?" Shire cut a piece of duck leg’s crispy skin into his mouth and asked Dominic.

"Yes, General." Dominic replied: "Mr. Browning believes I can now handle things on my own."

He mimicked Browning’s tone, adding a bit of rasp:

"The best teacher is practice, Dominic."

"Because what we design are guns, ant to kill enemies on the battlefield."

"You can’t learn this inside a laboratory; you must step out, even onto the battlefield!"

Dominic spread his hands, reverting to his own voice: "And so here I am."

"You seem more confident." Shire raised an eyebrow.

Dominic used to be more hesitant.

"Yes, General." Dominic nodded in agreent, holding up two fingers as if pinching a small glass: "Perhaps because I’ve filled in the missing piece of my soul!"

Shire chuckled, shaking his head gently.

It’s definitely Dominic, who actually regards studying gun design as replenishing a piece of his soul.

"Since you’re back, things are more convenient now." Shire glanced at Steed.

Steed imdiately grasped Shire’s aning: "You can discuss anything with Dominic, General. I’ve already transferred the shares to Dominic; he’s my successor."

Steed was already old, lacking innovation in weapons and equipnt and unable to keep up with modern tactics. Transferring the production tasks to Dominic was a wise choice.

Shire nodded, took a docunt from his briefcase, and handed it to Dominic.

Dominic opened the docunt, gave Shire a surprised look, and then handed the docunt to his father, Steed.

Taking the docunt, Steed looked puzzled: "A helt? Is there a problem with the current Adrian helt?"

"No, Mr. Steed." Shire replied: "You should have heard about the French Army’s parachuting into Saarbrücken."

"Of course." Steed nodded, still unsure about the helt’s connection to this.

Dominic uttered an "Oh": "The Adrian helt isn’t suitable for airborne operations, is it?"

"That’s right." Shire focused on his duck leg, finding its crispy skin and tender at quite delicious, speaking while chewing: "The Adrian helt has a wide brim, not suitable for soldiers to roll while parachuting, causing so to break their necks."

Dominic returned his gaze to the docunt: "So we need this brimless helt."

Shire pointed the dinner knife at Dominic: "And make it as lightweight as possible, possibly at the cost of so protection, while enhancing the elasticity of the lining and the durability of the neck strap."

Lightweight construction reduces the paratroopers’ load, critical for those relying primarily on foot movent.

Increasing the lining and strap improves protection and prevents detachnt.

As for protection against bullets and shrapnel, paratroopers typically engage in close combat with the enemy without fortifications, making it less of a priority.

(The two images above compare the French "spectra tap" paratrooper helt and the Adrian helt; the helt rim is removed, and the neck strap is modified to a chin-fastening neck strap.)

Dominic nodded repeatedly: "You’ve thought this through thoroughly, General, sothing I hadn’t considered."

"You hadn’t considered?" Shire paused his at-cutting, looking towards Dominic: "What do you an?"

Dominic smiled and counter-questioned: "For your paratrooper unit, I thought the primary issue would be the rifles?"