The rocket did explode in Wujiaba, but it hit a field less than a mile away from the village, creating a big crater and blowing the surrounding wheat to pieces.
The villagers were so frightened that they ran back into their houses and closed the doors tightly, thinking that the Japs were suddenly attacking again... When the Japs attacked Lujiagou last time, they could hear gunshots and explosions, and thought they had changed places this time.
Attack Wujiaba.
When Zhang Wanhe arrived at the scene, he felt relieved when he saw that no one was hurt. He handed over the medicine jar to explain to the fellow villagers and then make compensation.
Unexpectedly, when the fellow villagers heard that the artillery fire was fired by the Eighth Route Army themselves, not only did they not ask for compensation, but they all came to watch with great interest.
The owner of the field is a fellow countryman in his fifties, but his face is wrinkled. He wears a hat wrapped with a strip of cloth on his head. Even wearing a patched cotton jacket cannot hide his half-hunched back.
People in this era live a hard life. People in their fifties look like modern people in their seventies or eighties. The only difference is that they still have to drag their bodies to work, while modern people have already retired at home to take care of themselves.
The medicine jar introduced the old man like this: "Director, this is my cousin, a member of my family, there is no need to compensate for this field!"
It’s not that I accidentally discovered the fields belonging to my relatives with medicine pots, but that the villages were relatively closed during this period, and everyone in the same village had some relatives.
"How can that be done?" Zhang Wanhe said: "Brother, it's not easy for you to grow some food. This whole time..."
As he spoke, Zhang Wanhe looked towards the fields. Good guy, with the blasted hole as the center, dozens of square meters of crops were either blown away, crushed, or buried by the mud.
"It must be dozens of kilograms of grain at least!" Zhang Wanhe looked regretful and turned around and said, "Brother, let's just calculate it as fifty kilograms! Do you think it's suitable?"
"It's not that much!" the fellow replied with a smile: "In previous years, we might have been able to collect this number, but this year, when there were a dozen hailstorms, it would be a good achievement to collect two or three. What's more, the Eighth Route Army helped us fight the Japanese and was not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice.
How can I ask you to compensate for this loss of food?"
Then the village chief squeezed in. He shook Zhang Wanhe's hand enthusiastically and said: "Comrade, I heard that the army won a great victory last time and killed many Japanese. We also plan to carry two jars of old wine.
The army is rewarding the soldiers, this little crop is nothing! Don’t worry, our army has such artillery, we are also happy!”
Zhang Wanhe replied awkwardly: "Village chief, the Eighth Route Army has discipline. Destroying the property of fellow villagers is a mistake in itself. If I don't pay compensation, I will be punished!"
At this time, Wang Xuexin asked everyone to rummage through their trouser pockets, and finally collected two yuan of border currency, which was enough to buy fifty kilograms of grain.
Wang Xuexin secretly gave the money to Zhang Wanhe. Zhang Wanhe was overjoyed and hurriedly put the money into the hands of the fellow villager: "Brother, you must accept it!"
As he spoke, he winked at the medicine jar.
The medicine jar understood and stepped forward to persuade: "Cousin, please accept it! Otherwise, our factory director will be criticized when he goes back. He may not be able to do his job anymore, and he will have to report it to the meeting. If you don't accept it, you will be harmed.
People!"
After hearing this, the fellow villager accepted the money with a look of embarrassment.
But he still said: "That doesn't require so much..."
"Brother, just keep it!" Zhang Wanhe said, "If there are more, I will apologize to my brother!"
As if he were running away, he took Wang Xuexin and others away.
On the way back, Wang Xuexin seemed to understand why the Eighth Route Army was able to win the hearts and minds of the people.
If the Eighth Route Army had such discipline, it would be in sharp contrast to the stubborn army. How could it not be supported by the people!
Therefore, what truly defeats the enemy is not weapons and equipment, but the discipline of the Eighth Route Army and its attitude towards the people.
The focus of Hardware and others is not on this, it is already a very common trivial matter for them.
What they discussed was the success of the experiment.
This rocket means that the turbine spin stabilization mentioned by Wang Xuexin is feasible, and its range is much farther than expected.
To be honest, this surprised Wang Xuexin.
The modern 107 rocket launcher of our army has a range of 8 kilometers. Wang Xuexin thought that the round-head rocket developed by the Eighth Route Army could shoot half the range. Unexpectedly, it could reach 6 kilometers.
Su Xin is also thinking about this issue. She thinks it is problematic to use the accuracy of the rocket launcher to calculate the range and accuracy of the rocket launcher.
This is not only related to whether the two have tail fins, but also because of the different muzzle velocities.
Whenever an object flying in the air, whether it is a bullet or a cannonball, if its speed is lower than the speed of sound, the resistance and influence of the air will increase exponentially, so the speed will drop sharply.
But if it is flying at a speed higher than the speed of sound, that is, flying at supersonic speed, the resistance and influence of the air will be very small, so the speed will decrease less.
The rocket of the bazooka flies below the speed of sound throughout the entire process: it is ejected using the principle of a recoilless gun when exiting the barrel, with an initial velocity of 117 meters/second, and then the rocket engine is started to accelerate to 294 meters/second until it hits the target.
This causes the rocket to be greatly affected by air resistance. In addition, it has a tail fin, so the wind is strong and the range is short.
Rocket artillery rockets are different. They have more charges and longer propulsion time. Although the muzzle velocity at the moment it hits the orbit is only about 34 meters/second, it can accelerate to 372 meters/second in the air, exceeding the speed of sound by 340 meters/second.
In other words, it has carried out a period of stable supersonic flight, so its range exceeded expectations.
"How far can the enemy's ghost cannon hit?" Wu Jin asked excitedly.
It’s no wonder that when you ask about hardware, you ask about ghost artillery. This is the most common first-level artillery in the battalion of the Japanese artillery, especially for the mixed brigades of the Eighth Route Army.
"2.7 kilometers!" Su Xin replied.
"2.7 kilometers?" Wu Jin's eyes widened: "In other words, our range is twice as long as the enemy's ghost cannon?"
"It should be twice as much!" Wang Xuexin said nonchalantly: "Our cannon is not very accurate. People's ghost cannons are meant to hit wherever they go. If we don't have a farther range, how can we fight with the Japanese?"
"You...that's easy for you to say!" Su Xin retorted: "We have been here for so many years, but don't we just have nothing to deal with the ghost cannon?"
Wang Xuexin replied: "What's this? How many rockets do we need to shoot a ghost cannon? It's not easy to make rockets!"
"So it's easy to make a ghost cannon?" Su Xin replied unconvinced: "With the effort it takes to build one ghost cannon, we can make a hundred rockets!"
This is true. The main difficulty of the ghost cannon lies in its rifling, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive and difficult to maintain.
Zhang Wanhe felt a little strange when he heard this: "Director Su, who made this rocket launcher? Does Xiao Dongbei know this?"
Everyone burst into laughter, and Su Xin realized that she had been tricked by Wang Xuexin into saying many nice things for him unknowingly.