The firing pin fired the first intermediate-power bullet. The bullet rotated violently and hit the dirt road instantly, raising a meter of dust. The bullet had already penetrated into the ground.
The sudden gunfire continued to shock everyone. Everyone was unprepared, and they were even less able to stop the general. They even entered a state of being at a loss. They stared at the general, who suddenly tested new weapons in person as a soldier.
At first, Yang Mingzhi used semi-automatic mode, and only one bullet was fired every time he pulled the trigger.
He used his naked eyes to find the impact point outside to evaluate the shooting accuracy at a distance of ten meters. Of course, if this accuracy is not accurate, the gun will undoubtedly be useless.
The gun fired very accurately, and the amount of dust it kicked up was beyond Yang Mingzhi's expectation.
The recoil is the same, but the difference is that the muzzle jump is suppressed, but the sound of the gun is as crisp as the Mosin Nagant. And the way the bullet casing is ejected is so wonderful.
After five semi-automatic firings in a row, Yang Mingzhi suddenly switched to full-automatic firing, using the remaining twenty-five rounds as short bursts.
Three-round burst shooting is a relatively recognized excellent shooting method by the armies of various countries in later generations. Shooting in this way can achieve optimal tactical processing in terms of shooting accuracy, firepower delivery density, and ammunition consumption.
It has greater recoil than a submachine gun and much less force than a bolt-action rifle.
The strong hands controlled the force, completely suppressing the muzzle of the gun from jumping up, and basically suppressing the tremor of the barrel.
Bullets kept flying, and the dirt road at the door exploded. The shooting only lasted twenty seconds, and the roadside was riddled with bullets.
The gunfire came very suddenly and ended just as suddenly.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and when the shooting ended, smoke was emitted from the muzzle and ejection port.
Yang Mingzhi felt like he still had something to say. He was once immersed in the short-term shooting world, as if he had traveled through time and space.
Ah! I have traveled through time and space, and it is now 1942. I...I have already seized the glory that should belong to Kalashnikov!
Yang Mingzhi, who had calmed down a little, let out a long breath and yelled in Chinese.
Looking at the expressions of other people, they were all stunned, staring at themselves with pairs of eyes, as if they had something to say but didn't know where to start.
Popov held it in for a long time before he stepped forward to break the embarrassment.
"General...you...you have simply completed the experiment."
"Really? I just couldn't help but want to fire a few shots. You know, I went to the battlefield myself last month!"
The general was right. Popov knew very well what the general had done during the Battle of Gomel. He personally led the team to smash the offensive of a German outflanking force on the flank of the Partisan Republic, ensuring the stability of the entire defense line.
More than a month has passed, and I'm afraid the general is really going crazy about shooting.
Yang Mingzhi skillfully removed the magazine again. After the muzzle of the gun was lowered, he pulled the charging handle several times to ensure that there was no bullet in the chamber and it was absolutely safe.
He let out another breath: "Great. Anyway, now I have completed the assault experiment. Thirty rounds of bullets have been fired, and the firearm is still in good condition. Obviously, the results of future shooting range experiments will definitely be excellent."
At this moment, the belated applause and cheers finally came!
Those designers had an intuitive feeling. The general's shooting just now seemed like he was operating a light machine gun. Looking at the craters outdoors, they were also highly concentrated!
The general easily fired like a machine gun from a standing position. The power of the bullets, just from the strong sonic boom, can be associated with the power of the warhead, and the dust that was thrown up one meter high. Being hit by such a warhead
, I'm afraid it was a one-shot kill, and the arm was completely broken.
However, at this time, Yang Mingzhi had no time to think about how much trouble he would cause by suddenly shooting inside the Academy of Sciences campus.
Just like the designers felt, the general seemed to be operating a light machine gun!
The sound of gunfire spread far away, shocking the security forces of the Academy of Sciences, because they were mainly equipped with submachine guns and did not even have a machine gun.
A single gunshot is bad enough, and the security forces will first think which soldier fired.
However, Yang Mingzhi fired a series of classic three-round bursts. This is the method used by light machine gunners. The security force did not have a machine gun, so it was unbelievable that this happened!
The bullets used in Yang Mingzhi's new gun had extremely high muzzle velocity and produced a very violent sonic boom the moment they came out of the barrel. From Yang Mingzhi's point of view, he didn't think the gunshot was loud, but he ignored it.
A series of gunshots spread over a wide area.
Fortunately, the Academy of Sciences occupies a large area and is just adjacent to the urban area of Novosibirsk. In addition, there has been a north wind today, so the sound of gunshots will not be obviously noticed by people four kilometers away.
The sound of gunfire first caused a high degree of tension among the security forces. Everyone took action and began to comprehensively investigate the source of the gunfire.
On today's wheat harvest day, Lysenko personally led a group of people out of the city to supervise the wheat harvest. The staff who stayed behind had to send people to find their dean with the news of "something bad happened."
A phone call was made to the mayor's office. Umov himself learned of the report of "a series of gunshots at the Academy of Sciences." Apart from being shocked, he immediately ordered the Academy of Sciences to refrain from making any further announcements.
Of course, the Academy of Sciences will not install a few loudspeakers or operate a radio station to make the so-called "mysterious gunshots" known to everyone in Novosibirsk.
Although the mayor issued a silent order, someone must notify the commander of the Siberian Military District.
After all, gunshots appeared in the Academy of Sciences campus, and such terrifying sounds should not have occurred here at all, not to mention not once, but dozens of times. So when the final news reached the ears of Lieutenant General Medvedev, the taste changed.
Everything is due to fallacies in the transmission of intelligence, and as information is passed up one level at a time, the information is also embellished layer by layer.
The lieutenant general's deputy was informed of the incident and simply claimed: "A mysterious machine gun fire suddenly occurred at the Academy of Sciences, with unknown casualties."
This "unknown casualties" was not in the initial report at all. It is said that if there are gunshots, there should be casualties. Soldiers are accustomed to the logic of war. However, the communications department of the military region analyzed the situation in this way and mistakenly added this sentence.
However, with the addition of this sentence, the nature of the situation completely changed.
Medvedev suddenly fell into shock. He instinctively understood that German spies had infiltrated the Academy of Sciences to cause sabotage.
"Not good! The situation is urgent. Immediately assemble the security regiment directly under the military region and rush to the Academy of Sciences! Put the Academy of Sciences campus under martial law."
This is Medvedev's move. After all, the Academy of Sciences is the heart of scientific research in the Soviet Union. The enemy may have destroyed it! This is incredible. The enemy can actually penetrate here? Is it a German spy? Or a Japanese spy!
He also saw opportunities in serious situations. It is true that there was a suspected attack on the Academy of Sciences. As the commander of the military region, he was to blame for not being able to prevent this situation. If the enemy was caught, even if he killed him, it would be a great achievement. What's more,
It has great political significance. If you let the enemy escape, you will be in trouble.
This time, Medvedev put away his large-brimmed officer's hat and put on a steel helmet. He took action personally and headed straight for the Academy of Sciences with the assembled military region's direct guard regiment.
However, the first ones to find the scene of the incident were the garrison soldiers inside the hospital.
When the officers learned that the source of the gunfire was from the "Pripyat Weapons Design Bureau", several nervous officers tried their best to suppress their inner anger and stood outside without daring to act rashly.
There was a regiment of garrison troops, and more and more soldiers were rushing in trucks or on foot. Soon the design bureau was surrounded by soldiers wearing thick coats.
At the beginning, everyone in the design bureau was still pleasantly surprised by the basic success of the general's research and development results. As for the cost of the risky behavior, everyone had to hide behind the general and hope that the general would settle it himself.
"As expected, you are really here." When the smoke from the muzzle dissipated, Yang Mingzhi thought of the consequences of being surrounded by soldiers. He never thought that there would be many soldiers.
The soldiers just stood outside. Hundreds of guards stood upright holding submachine guns, as if they had become guards of the design bureau.
But they just came to raise an army to question the crime. So many people came over that Grishenko couldn't help but tremble.
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi was sitting in the big office with others, looking like he didn't care about the outside world.
The big eyes stared at the small eyes for a while, and they looked at each other speechlessly.
Grishenko finally couldn't hold it in any longer and rushed into the office and questioned Yang Mingzhi, who was still playing with guns in public: "General! I... I just made an estimate! They may have two battalions."
"Really?" Yang Mingzhi put down the other assembled gun and turned to look at his guard captain.
It was obviously cold outside, but there were still beads of sweat on Grishenko's cheeks. Looking at his expression, he was scared.
"What's going on? Are you scared?"
"No! It's not."
"What is that? Panic?!"
"This...I...I'm a little worried. What if those people..."
"What? Are you coming in to arrest me?" After that, Yang Mingzhi slapped the table and stood up, "They don't want to come in. But in order to avoid embarrassment, I think I have to wear all the medals. Grishenko!"
"exist!"
"Take a few brothers to protect Bessika and Annie and escort them here."
"As you command!"
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Soon, Yang Tao, who had seen the world, was escorted to the big office with a curse. How could Anne, who was accompanying him, see such a battle? Hundreds of soldiers actually surrounded the design bureau!
Why did this happen? Yang Tao completely understood that her husband had shot her carelessly at that time. She didn't understand how her husband, who was also thirty years old, could be so careless as a child.
It's really like what Anne said: a man's childlike innocence has not disappeared, it has just been suppressed.
"What's going on with you? Didn't I say you can't shoot here? How can you shoot? Look, everything is in chaos."
But Yang Mingzhi didn't want to listen to his wife's complaints at all, and continued to order Grishenko: "Please take her aside and sit quietly. The rest of the matter will be entirely my responsibility."
In fact, when Yang Tao saw her husband, he had already put on all the medals and even the big-brimmed hat exclusive to officers. He was dressed in formal attire, as if he was going to attend a meeting.
The situation outdoors is in turmoil again.
The head of the garrison came over in a jeep. The head of the garrison, Sergeysky, did not know the name of General Berekov very well. The reason was that he personally did not like to read newspapers. Furthermore, after an emergency,
It is his job to control the situation as soon as possible.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he first ordered his troops to surround the scene of the incident, not letting any suspicious persons escape, and then appeared in person to deal with the problem.
The gunfire came from the Pripyat Weapons Design Bureau, and his deputy told him that the director was a general and needed to be treated with caution.
"General? Is it a general? There was a burst of machine gun fire from the general's design bureau? I have to find out the situation myself."
The leader led more than ten people. He personally carried a submachine gun and walked through the crowd and walked straight to the main office of the design bureau.
The attitude of this group of people was very arrogant, and for a moment the soldiers on guard had a premonition that something was wrong.
The sentry cautiously shouted to the people in the room: "A senior officer is coming!"
Senior military officer? Could it be...
Before Yang Mingzhi could think further, the sentry added: "The dozen or so people rushed over with submachine guns."
Submachine gun? Charge?
Such words deeply stimulated the nerves of a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years. Yang Mingzhi looked around and ordered Grishenko: "You and your brothers, pick up all the guns on the table."
"Yes! But General, how do we operate?"
"Idiot! Haven't you ever learned how to use a Mosin Nagant? Follow my lead and pick up the gun."
While waiting, ten assault rifles were completely assembled, with a total of more than twenty magazines, which were already full of bullets.
All ten guns had their owners, so Yang Mingzhi led nine men, a total of ten people, to form an infantry squad.
Seeing that they all had guns, Yang Mingzhi continued to order: "We should form a skirmish formation and find a suitable bunker. Keep the muzzle of the gun pointed at the door. No shooting is allowed without my order. The rest of the people, all retreat."
The sentries also withdrew and took the Tokarev on his waist to join the formation. Now Grishenko and others were holding long guns, and Tokarev for self-defense was given to the designers one after another, including Carambola.
branch.
"My dear, is this going to be a war? Who is the enemy? The soldiers outside." Annie fell into panic. She huddled next to Carambola, with tears streaming down her face.
"Don't be afraid, I will kill anyone who dares to shoot at us." Yang Tao no longer cared about so much, she loaded the pistol skillfully, her skillful look was completely incompatible with the fact that she was pregnant, and even more shocked Anne.
What is supposed to come has come!
The ajar wooden door was opened, and the regiment leader holding a submachine gun took the lead and walked at the front.
The regiment leader Sergeisky has two piercing eyes in his thin old face. When he was young, he had experienced hundreds of battles in various wars against the White Army. Now that more than a thousand people are surrounding this place, who else dares to do anything?
this.
However, the regiment leader suddenly saw that what greeted him was the black muzzles of firearms.
The instinct of being a soldier drove this aging body to become tense. The regiment leader was the first to kneel half down, with the butt of his gun on his shoulder, as if he was about to shoot. The same was true for the others. The two sides, armed with live ammunition, suddenly started a dangerous battle.