It was already afternoon, and the spectators completely ignored the hunger of not having lunch and stood firmly at the shooting range, just to witness the bizarre scenes one after another.
The sun was shining brightly and dimly, and everyone wearing thick clothes could not feel the cold weather.
Yang Mingzhi was still wearing his shirt this time and led his men to load twenty magazines enthusiastically.
Without any solemn announcement, Grishenko held an assault rifle in his prone position and aimed at a target a hundred meters away, and began the ultimate experiment.
It fired!
The assault rifle burst into flames. Grishenko used his arm strength to suppress the tremors of the gun and kept firing in short bursts. In just seven seconds, one magazine was completely empty.
Since Grishenko was in a lying position, he had no time and no need to do the cunning operation of changing the magazine with one hand. He deliberately waited for nearly fifteen seconds to change the new magazine, firstly to give empty space to the brothers behind him.
Secondly, I also hope that the barrel of the gun will be cooled by the wind.
Three consecutive magazines have passed, and the barrel of the gun has begun to smoke. It just looks unsettling, that's all. After all, it was just now that the commander of the military region, Lao Dang Yizhuang, finished 600 rounds of ammunition at the risk of so-called explosion.
The handguard was blackened and had not yet burned.
Therefore, Grischenko knew that the firearm would not be scrapped until twenty magazines were fired.
The barrel of the gun was smoking, and the handguard exuded an attractive burnt aroma.
Ten magazines have passed. In the eyes of the audience, even if a light machine gun has been fired, it is time to change the barrel. This is because the military commander himself just gave a demonstration, and it turns out that there is no danger until at least 600 rounds.
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However, as the shooting continued, everyone became more and more nervous.
So is Yang Mingzhi so confident? No! His confidence is just a show. Grishenko actually fired all 20 magazines, and the burnt aroma of the handguard made him smell it even ten meters away from the shooting position.
arrive.
Yang Mingzhi immediately stopped the loading work at hand and touched another of his subordinates: "Lebed."
"arrive."
"Grishenko is trying to be brave. He is about to be unable to hold on. You go and replace him."
"As you command!"
Therefore, as for the spectators, everyone noticed that the shooter had changed, and their telescopes were watching every move of the two people who were handing over.
Grishenko's shoulder was very sore. Even though the gun's recoil was far less severe than that of the Mosin-Nagant, how could it not be uncomfortable after being hit six hundred times in a row?
Everything is the honor of the general, and any pain must be endured. Besides, as a soldier, think about what the brothers who fought in Stalingrad experienced, what does this little pain mean?
Grishenko remained cautious and slowly stood up after Lebed came over.
"Batalion Commander, I'll bring you five fully loaded magazines. Let's replace them now."
"Okay. Lebed, you have to be careful not to shoot too fast. Now...I...forget it! We can't make a fool of ourselves at the testing ground. You know what I mean."
Lebed understood everything when he saw Grishenko's shoulder-supporting action. He slowly turned the assault rifle into a hot one. The next step was to directly immerse the entire gun body in an iron bucket filled with cold water.
A thousand pairs of eyes never left the test site. Lebed's astonishing move instantly triggered a sudden movement in the entire place. The sound of gunfire temporarily subsided, and what echoed the sound of the wind was the astonished whine of thousands of people.
"Oh, they are really crazy! They... they are really crazy. Comrade Commander, that man is Belekov's soldier, and he just threw the gun into the water like this?" Mayor Umov asked.
"How do I know what this is going on?!" The commander of the military region looked confused. He looked around and saw that not many people understood what Berekov was doing.
"It looks like the water in the bucket has turned into steam. I know he wants to do water-cooling operations. Why would he throw all the firearms into the water?! It's really crazy. Such a soldier is stupid."
"Maybe!" the commander shook his head, "If it is just to cool down, the effect of soaking the entire gun in water is indeed good. But whether the gun can continue to shoot after doing this, I... I have nothing to say."
The commander of the military region has this attitude, and several factory directors directly involved in firearms production also have the same suspicion and concern.
A group of reporters can't control that much. Since the firearms were produced by several factory directors together with General Berekov, they must know a thing or two.
do you know?
have no idea!
This is the attitude of Liguschkov and others.
The reporter even went directly to the general's wife to ask the young woman to provide some reasonable explanations.
Explanation? Star Tao’s answer was straightforward: “I never doubted my husband, and there would be no problems with the new gun he developed.”
None of the spectators understood whether it was reasonable to soak the entire gun in water. Anyway, the firearm was soaked in the iron bucket for a full minute before being taken out.
The assault rifle was still dripping water, and the hands of the second shooter Lebed were also soaked.
"I hope there won't be any problems. There must be no problems."
After calming down, Lebed thought he was risking the chamber to explode and continued shooting. In fact, this was indeed the case. Many firearms could not withstand the violent expansion and contraction of heat and heat, and it was very dangerous to continue to operate them.
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Maybe the new assault rifles don’t have this problem?!
Young Lebed had a martyr's mentality. He lay down and had as many as seven magazines of ammunition beside him. Then he looked at his comrades not far away, especially the encouraging eyes of the general himself. He took aim.
Another target, pull the trigger...
The gunfire rang out! It was the familiar continuous burst of fire again, just like a light machine gun!
The military commander was shocked again, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously.
"Incredible! You can still continue shooting after being soaked in water! A good gun, a good gun!"
It is true that facts speak louder than words. Under the gaze of thousands of people, the barrel of the gun, which had cooled to 40 degrees, quickly heated up, and even the shooter himself fell into the cloud of evaporated water vapor.
The fog dissipated quickly, and soon the barrel began to smoke again, and everything was as it was at the beginning.
While Lebed was shooting, someone from behind would occasionally hand over loaded magazines and take away the polished and empty magazines.
For Yang Mingzhi, a big stone fell to the ground, and Lebed quickly fired all ten magazines. So far, the mechanical performance of the firearm has not changed, even if the gun body is smoking and the handguard is exuding aroma.
, the wooden target a hundred meters away was still smashed to pieces!
However, an assault rifle did fire a thousand rounds in a short period of time. After Lebed finished firing the fifteenth magazine, the shooting was suspended because no one provided more bullets.
"It's your turn now, Sergey, go ahead! Don't worry, our guns are fine!"
"Okay, General."
The young Sergei ran forward with ten fully loaded magazines in his hands. At the same time, Yang Mingzhi stood up, looked at the people watching, and shouted in the loudest voice he could: "We shot thirty-five.
Magazines, 1050 rounds in total. We will continue!"
A thousand rounds of bullets, no matter what the result was, they had already achieved a staged victory. For the onlookers, they could only be stunned.
As soon as the words fell, the reporters began to record the crazy facts in their notebooks, and from time to time, the bright light of the flashlight was sent out to the crowd.
"It's already a thousand rounds, Comrade Commander, what do you think?" Mayor Umov suppressed his excitement and asked.
"What a gun! That's all I can say." However, the current commander of the military region has come out of the initial shock. He skillfully took out two cigarettes and lit them. One of them was handed to the mayor: "Comrade, smoke one."
Have a cigarette. Don’t be too nervous. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
"Okay, I...I'm not nervous."
"Don't be nervous. Let's keep our eyes open here. I would like to know what the limits of Berekov's new gun are."
Once again, the whole gun was soaked in water, and hot steam rose into the sky, as if a spring was about to erupt on the ground.
The gun body was cooled again, and the metal once again experienced extreme thermal expansion and contraction.
The third shooter was in position, and young Sergey's task was to finish ten magazines before replacing him.
In fact, Yang Mingzhi did not want to take too many risks. In the next experiment, each shooter fired three hundred rounds, and then the firearm was immediately immersed in water to cool down. His idea was very simple, as much as possible, to avoid slight distortion of the barrel due to excessive heat, so as to
Ensure the stability of shooting.
At least now, no jamming has occurred, which may have a lot to do with my water cooling operation.
But in the eyes of others, is it reasonable that a continuous firing weapon fires out a thousand rounds of ammunition in a short period of time without jamming? It has become a reality!
You must know that it is a heavy machine gun. It is normal for a bullet to jam once after a thousand consecutive shots. Fortunately, the shooter can quickly operate the charging handle and push the rotten egg out manually. As for other firearms, such as the DP light machine gun, it is necessary to deal with bullet jams.
The problem is more complicated.
Therefore, Gorbatov, the director of the DP machine gun production factory who is also a spectator, has a more intuitive feeling. He is grateful that he was lucky enough to participate in General Berekov's project, and also because the new gun contains parts produced by his own factory.
When the bullets are fired, they are soaked in water and exposed to high temperatures, but there are no problems with the parts produced by our own factory. Doesn’t this show from the side the industrial strength of our own factory?!
The guards brought by Yang Mingzhi all participated in the final crazy experiment as shooters.
Three more barrels of cooling water were replaced, more than two thousand rounds of ammunition were fired, and the handguard of the firearm was blackened. If you look closely at the barrel and air tube, you will see that they have simply undergone a blue treatment.
The bullets prepared were being consumed rapidly. It stands to reason that more than 2,000 rounds of bullets were fired in more than 20 minutes. For an individual weapon, such a high shooting intensity has never existed in combat, and it was also the first time on the shooting range.
Although the test has so far, the firing intensity has still not reached the limit of use of the firearm, it is feasible to terminate the test suddenly, because it has almost become a simple pouring ammunition, and the practical significance of the test has been realized.
No! Don’t stop until you finish firing all the bullets you prepared!
Yang Mingzhi made up his mind. He now has extremely high confidence. Now that two thousand rounds of ammunition have passed, the same rifle can continue to shoot. It should be no problem to fire another thousand rounds, even two thousand rounds.
The bullets were still being consumed, and finally the last person fired the last bullet.
At this point, the testing was actually stopped because the planned ammunition was exhausted.
The noisy testing ground suddenly fell into silence, and the silence seemed so unnatural.
"Is it all over?" Umov couldn't help but ask, holding back his racing heart.
"It looks like it's over." The nervous military commander breathed a sigh of relief, "Really...I'm actually a little uncomfortable with this kind of silence."
"Yeah, thank God they finally became popular."
"Let's go, Comrade Mayor, let's go and see for ourselves. I hope that firearm with three thousand rounds of ammunition has not turned into a twisted piece of scrap metal."
The commander's words were true. For example, if Maxim lost his coolant and forced himself to continue shooting, the overheated barrel would directly deform, preventing bullets from being fired, and causing the chamber to explode. A heavy machine gun would be nothing more than a piece of scrap metal before it was overhauled.
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi saw more than ten people coming in a hurry. What else could be the reason for those people being so anxious? It must be to see the condition of the firearms!
So what was the condition of the firearm? After it was finally immersed in water, Yang Mingzhi saw intuitively that at least the handguard had been severely damaged. The handguard made of beech wood was scorched black and also severely cracked.
What is gratifying is that there is no damage visible to the naked eye on the entire firearm. If there is, it is peeling off of the black paint, and the parts not protected by the paint are glowing blue in the setting sun.
The commander of the military region came in a hurry. He poked his head and just hoped to see the gun immediately.
"Where's the gun? It's a firearm with three thousand rounds. I have to see it myself."
"Here." Yang Mingzhi didn't waste any time and handed the wet firearm in his hand to the commander of the military region himself.
Everything was done without hesitation. As a senior soldier, the commander immediately saw clearly the changes that had taken place in the firearm after undergoing a crazy experiment.
At first glance, it appears that the firearm has not been changed, except that the handguard has been blackened. However, upon closer inspection, there are signs of overheating throughout the firearm.
He played with the firearm in his hand and couldn't help but praise: "What happened today is unbelievable. I paid attention to the time from the first shot you fired. It only took you half an hour to finish three thousand rounds of ammunition. Even so,
It can still shoot."
"Of course, there is no doubt about it." Yang Mingzhi puffed up his chest proudly. He was fearless just because he had new pride capital.
"Yes, you have prepared a lot of bullets. How many rounds are there in reserve? About three thousand rounds?"
"It's nearly four thousand rounds." Yang Mingzhi testified.
"So General Berekov, if this gun..."
"Do you still want to explore its combat limits?" Yang Mingzhi asked and continued to puff out his chest, "It doesn't matter, I don't know where its limits are? At first, I thought that after firing a thousand rounds in a short time, the firearm should be damaged.
But actually it doesn’t. It has fired three thousand rounds now, and it..."
"No! Let's stop here!" The excited military commander waved his hand and slapped Yang Mingzhi hard on the shoulder: "Thank you, you let me see a miracle. No... this is not a miracle, but
It is a reality. You have conquered us all, and I think you will quickly conquer Comrade Stalin. We can use it to beat the invaders."