In front of everyone, Stalin had taken off his woolen coat and showed off the military uniform he was wearing underneath.
In fact, Stalin wore military uniform when he attended many events to show the power of himself and the Soviet Union.
Wearing the military uniform, the aging man became heroic again. Stalin enjoyed this feeling very much. He also specially put on the armed belt. At first glance, the supreme leader Yanran became the commander of the front army!
No one dared to stop Stalin's decision. All the senior Soviet officials who came here, including Beria, felt quite uneasy and complicated. They did not want anything unexpected to happen to the leader, and they also organized words in their hearts, so-called wait for the leader's second time.
He killed the two wild deer so that he could praise his shooting skills.
The distance of fifty meters seems nothing.
In fact, it would be a bit difficult for ordinary people with no shooting experience to hit a human-shaped target at this distance by relying on mechanical aiming with the naked eye.
Not to mention that beginner shooters must also adapt to the vibration and recoil of the gun, as well as the huge noise caused by the sonic boom.
Here, Stalin did not ask anyone to take the lead in firing the machine gun to observe. He was always getting stronger, and he even pulled the charging handle that resembled the SVT40 without a teacher, and switched it to semi-automatic mode.
The butt of the gun was pressed against his shoulder, and his aging body leaned forward slightly.
"let's start!"
Stalin said in a low voice and gently pulled the trigger.
A not too heavy force acted on his shoulder. Even though he was sixty years old, Stalin was pleasantly surprised to find that he could control the weapon in his hand very well.
The gunfire sounded, and it sounded noisier than a pistol.
He didn't see the obvious fire either. He aimed his right eye at both sides of the rear sight and saw some blue smoke suddenly spurting out.
Muzzle suppressors, Stalin knew about this equipment. Especially for large-caliber howitzers, they are a must-have.
It is obvious that the recoil of the gun is largely offset by the small equipment at the muzzle.
A bullet dragged out and easily hit the brown fur on the back of the deer corpse.
The bullet was definitely very powerful, because Stalin saw that the wall actually started to smoke the moment the bullet hit it! Apparently, the bullet passed through the deer carcass and gave the wall a great shock.
As a former hunter, Stalin's limited shooting experience also made him understand that Voroshilov has the intermediate power bullets that others are worried about, and it is definitely stronger than Tokarev bullets!
A bullet can explain very little.
Stalin calmed down a little and continued shooting.
I never thought that with these continuous bursts of fire, I would empty out a magazine.
The gunfire stopped, and the back of the deer carcass fifty meters away was already riddled with holes. Some people with eyesight could clearly see that a lot of liquid was flowing down the wall where the deer carcass was hung.
That was the blood of a deer. It can be proved that the deer's body was pierced many times. This is basically the conclusion that ordinary people come to.
Now, who else doubts the power of the new gun? The stubborn Voroshilov saw Stalin's slightly raised corners of his mouth and fully understood Stalin's happy mood at this moment. He must have only fired a "huge bullet" with a capacity of 30
Box", Stalin has made his own very positive evaluation.
As for professionals, such as Simonov and Tokarev, they are most concerned about the inner doorways.
To be fair, Stalin was not a good shooter. He was old, and because of his long-term pampering, his belly fat could not be forcibly tightened by an armed belt.
Stalin's shooting posture is quite standard. If the shooter were an active veteran, the action would be very entertaining.
However, what is astonishing is that most of the bullets hit the target! Please note that Stalin, an amateur shooter, obviously shot to the head. He was firing rapidly, and his operating speed was faster than that of the svt40 shooter.
It stands to reason that the firing speed of an automatic rifle only depends on the shooter's hand speed. However, if the speed is too fast, the gun will vibrate violently and the shooter cannot control it at all.
A fast rate of fire is a good thing in most cases, but failing to hit the target is simply a waste of ammunition.
This was not the case with Stalin. Most of the bullets definitely hit the deer's carcass.
This is what surprised Simonov the most, and what also surprised Fedorov, Tokarev, and even Uskinov.
"Haha! Comrade Berekov!" Stalin called happily.
Yang Mingzhi, who had been very nervous, immediately came over: "Here we are."
"I'm very happy. You did make a good gun. I fired thirty rounds, and it felt like all the bones in my body had been massaged."
"You... thank you for your praise." Yang Mingzhi did not dare to answer presumptuously. At present, Stalin seemed to be enjoying himself.
At this time, Voroshilov and Beria came over quickly, especially Beria who was about to send someone to check the deer carcass.
"Don't be anxious! Comrade Beria," Stalin called out quickly.
"Comrade Stalin, maybe we should see the results now."
"Don't worry yet. The new gun also has a fully automatic mode. I will also be a machine gunner today. Comrade Voroshilov!"
"exist."
"I'll make a bet with you."
"What to bet on?" Voroshilov didn't think much, and suggested: "I still hope you will be cautious, I am worried about your shoulders. You... Ordinary recruits only have twenty rounds of target training a day, and you have already
surpass them."
Stalin was a little unhappy: "Oh? Do you still think that I am better than the new recruits?"
"No! That's not what I meant."
"I understand! My friend, you are worried about my body. It doesn't matter, my body understands itself. Comrade Voroshilov, I ask you, do you believe that I can break the body of another deer?"
"Ah! Of course you can! You are the best hunter!"
At this moment, I couldn't get any happiness from flattering Stalin, I only felt perfunctory and distrustful.
Stalin shrugged and said to Yang Mingzhi who was waiting: "Dear Berekov, what do you think? Can your new gun destroy the deer carcass?"
"Yes!" Yang Mingzhi answered without any hesitation.
"Very good, I like your confidence. Don't worry next, I will install the drum, and I will beat the deer carcass into meat paste!"
Yang Mingzhi felt that Stalin's painting style had completely changed now, and his whole person became extremely excited after being completely stimulated.
He is the leader of the Soviet Union, and now no one dares to question his decision to reject him!
Yang Mingzhi watched helplessly as Stalin unloaded the empty magazine and inserted a fifty-round drum magazine.
"Comrade Berekov, next..." Without further words, the gunfire rang out again!
What reached everyone's ears was a pure burst of fire. Stalin enthusiastically held down the trigger without letting go, and the assault rifle entered its maximum rate of fire.
What rate of fire is this?! Ten rounds per second!
Even with low recoil and vibration, the shooter can completely suppress the vibration with single-shot burst fire and short burst fire.
However, Stalin was firing wildly, and his initial joy turned into final surprise.
Why?
At first, a lot of bullets did hit the deer carcass. Then, the excessive vibration of the gun body was beyond the control of Stalin, a former hunter.
Fifty rounds of bullets were fired like water, and the huge wall was covered with smoke and dust.
The gunfire stopped, and the frightened Stalin couldn't help but throw the heated gun on the concrete platform.
"Ah! Comrade Stalin! You...you still want it?!"
Yang Mingzhi's heart was in his throat. It seemed that Stalin himself had no problem.
However, Beria and Voroshilov were badly beaten, and they hurriedly tried to help Stalin away to rest.
"Forget it! I'm not scared!" Stalin threw away Beria's hand with anger. This anger was directed at Yang Mingzhi: "Comrade Berekov, it seems that your new gun may not
Suitable for continuous shooting.”
Yang Mingzhi was a little at a loss. Now was the time to see Stalin and give him a serious explanation.
Yang Mingzhi became bold and said sternly: "Dear Comrade Stalin, your operation method is wrong!"
"Oh? Please explain!"
"It is an assault rifle, and you are shooting while standing. However, you are using it completely as a heavy machine gun! Is it possible for a machine gunner to stand and shoot with a water-cooled Maxim in his arms? You seem to be operating a light machine gun. For this, you need a few rounds.
Shooting for a group.”
Stalin actually understood it, but he had another feeling.
"Comrade Berekov, can you control me well?"
"sure."
"Okay! Roll up your sleeves and beat that deer to pieces! This is an order!"
"Yes! Comrade Stalin."
Today, Yang Mingzhi is wearing a military uniform and has all the certificates and medals of his life as a general.
Most of the senior officers in this position are in their forties or fifties, and they are generally semi-bald and have begun to have fat on their bellies.
Yang Mingzhi was a special case. When he rolled up his sleeves, Stalin opened his big eyes and saw clearly the strong muscle texture on Yang Mingzhi's forearm and the obvious scars caused by the battle. He couldn't help but show an envious expression.
"Ah! Being young is good! For a hunter, being young is an advantage." Stalin couldn't help but whisper a few words.
At this moment, the gun-wielding Yang Mingzhi became the object of everyone's attention, and the biggest spectator was Stalin.
Yang Mingzhi is very accustomed to the bullet developed by Simonov. It seems to be much smaller than the full-power rifle bullet, but that is just an illusion.
A very violent 75-round large-capacity drum was stuffed into the chamber of an assault rifle with a total length of only 110 centimeters.
The shape of the entire rifle became a little strange, but in Stalin's view, it was full of symbolic Soviet power.
"Are you ready?" Stalin asked.
"You are ready, please cover your ears."
Stalin obeyed the advice, covered his ears and shouted: "Aгohь."
Continuous short-point shooting, 75 rounds of bullets are divided into 25 even parts.
After all, Yang Mingzhi is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, and he is very familiar with this gun. He knows very well how to shoot only three bullets in one shot.
Soldiers' assault rifles always fire three rounds in bursts. This is the experience summed up by the US military in the 1980s, so that some assault rifles do not have a fully automatic mode, and instead fire three rounds at a time.
It has to be said that the three-shot method is the best choice for comprehensive shooting accuracy and ammunition consumption.
Therefore, what Yang Mingzhi showed to these senior Soviet personnel and the most professional military workers was the crazy hit rate of the new gun.
Simonov couldn't help but open his mouth, because he saw that all the bullets hit another deer corpse, and the impact points were quite dense!
In response to the extreme cold, Russian wild deer began to grow fur in August. Their fur was so thick that when Russian hunters in the old days wanted to shoot these creatures, they had to first aim at their fragile heads. Until the development of rifles today
The terrifying power.
Yang Mingzhi was neither impatient nor impatient. He worked hard to control the impact point near the deer's spine.
Venison is delicious. Since it is a waste of natural resources, let's indulge our desire for destruction and complete the "minced meat" that Stalin longed for.
Sure enough, the muscle tissue of the deer has been broken out, and the damage is still continuing!
Finally, the unexpected happened!
The deer was beaten into two pieces, and its lower body was folded on the ground, with only one broken intestine connected.
Before the bullets were fired, Yang Mingzhi stopped after two rounds. Stalin was surprised and got the result he longed for.
"Wow! You did it successfully!"
"There are about twenty bullets left. Look, the deer is already minced meat."
Stalin shrugged: "Let's go and see the results. Hopefully, the meat can still be eaten."
The venison was already stale, and Stalin had no intention of eating it. Today's encounter really made him very curious. Just now Berekov was simply controlling a light machine gun, but it was a very magical submachine gun!
Stalin stepped up, Belia Voroshilov, and basically everyone walked into the shooting range and walked towards the two poor deer.
Beria's men took the lead, and these young Interior Ministry soldiers immediately saw an extremely disgusting scene.
Many people felt nauseated and swallowed back their refluxed breakfast in order not to make a fool of themselves in front of the leader.
Soon, everyone felt nauseous.
Why? Just as Stalin hoped, the two deer carcasses were minced meat in every sense of the word, and a pile of scarlet paste.
There were two deer in the target, and their current tragedy made the "hard-hearted" Stalin feel lucky that he had eaten two slices of bread for breakfast.
Not to mention Stalin's deer that was beaten into two sections, the other one that seemed to be intact was his target.
The deer really only appeared to be intact, with a large number of bullet holes in its back. However, when the carcass was turned over, what was presented to Stalin was a pile of sticky, smelly paste.
"Comrade Beria!"
"arrive!"
"I didn't check these two deer first, but you can't do that. How did you cut open the deer's carcass?"
"Ah? That's not the case." Beria denied it flatly, and at the same time called in the security chief Merkulov.
As a result, Merkulov guaranteed with his life and honor that the deer corpse had not done anything.
"Oh? Belekov! Could it be that your new gun made this?!"
"Yes! Comrade Stalin. I am honored to report to you that this is the tactical result of the cavity effect in the report."
Stalin did know the term "cavity effect". After all, reports from several parties all explained this situation. It was also clearly marked that this was what General Berekov vigorously advocated.