Looking at his watch, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon. Yevlov looked at Yang Mingzhi and Yelentina again, and after receiving their approval, the red flag slowly fell.
The soldier participating in the experiment pulled the rope fiercely, the trigger was pulled, the firing pin struck the flash cap, and a tiny spark ignited the propellant.
Yang Mingzhi, like the others, only exposed his eyes from the cover.
I saw that the firing this time was very different from the past, and the characteristic was that there was less smoke. What was surprising was exactly what was predicted before. The propellant added with high-efficiency agents would give the grenade a stronger thrust.
"If there is a high-definition camera at this time, we can record the flight trajectory of the RPG." This thought only existed in a trance. Almost at the moment of shooting, a violent explosion erupted from the target 200 meters away!
Compared with the choking yellow smoke when the ammunition filled with picric acid exploded, this explosion kicked up a lot of soil.
The ordinary soldiers watching from a distance were greatly disappointed. What about the huge burning fireball that was promised? What is the difference between the explosion effect and the general RPG? Except that the ammunition seems to be faster.
"Ula! The fertilizer you brought has really been made into explosives!" Yevlov still jumped out of the bunker excitedly. In any case, it seemed that his previous worries could be put aside. He shook Yang Mingzhi's body excitedly, "Now
You can rest assured! I think such a weapon can be equipped with troops!"
It only takes one experiment to finalize the model, followed by mass production. As a small leader of the arsenal in that plane, Yang Mingzhi would not dare to do this. There are bugs in any weapon, and only multiple experiments can find problems.
Yang Mingzhi looked at another foxhole, where Liguschkov and the gunman were lying, as well as several arsenal workers. This weapon was made by them. As soon as the first experiment was successful, he was so excited that he wrote
on these people's faces.
The soldier in charge of pulling the rope is the closest to the shooting point. Based on his experience, he can feel the more intense tail flames. If there is a living creature behind it when shooting, the high temperature and heat accompanied by the huge pressure will definitely kill the life in an instant.
The telescope pointed at the target position. Yang Mingzhi observed carefully that the "wooden tank model" he had made had been broken into pieces. Different from the excited faces of others, he calmly said: "Order the soldiers to load the second tank. We will take all the tanks."
The ammunition is completely consumed."
"Do it again? I think it's a waste of ammunition. One experiment is enough!" Yevlov suggested.
"No! Comrade Commander! There is absolutely no problem if a successful experiment does not replace the weapon. You have just felt it, the new medicine in the state, the thrust of the rocket is too strong. I am very worried that the tube made of rolled iron cannot bear the higher pressure."
When it comes to professional knowledge, Yevlov can only put on a face of confusion.
Yelentina bowed to him, "Teacher, you don't need to say more, everything is up to Berekov!"
Any more nonsense is a waste of time. Only by firing up all the ammunition can this end. Yang Mingzhi walked out of the foxhole and walked towards the shooting tool.
Seeing that the superiors had all come out, Liguschkov and others immediately left the foxhole, still holding notebooks in their hands, on which they had already written down some words.
Next to the shooting tool, the record was handed into Yang Mingzhi's hands.
In this era, high-tech photography technology has appeared, and measuring various parameters of weapons is completed at professional shooting ranges. Due to the poor environment of the swamp, high-tech measuring equipment is not available, and there are also earthly methods for measuring the shot of ammunition, but the Rpg exceeds 200 meters.
The accuracy is already very bad, such a distance can be reached in the blink of an eye even with a timer.
However, Liguschkov, who had flexible hands and feet, still held a mechanical stopwatch in his hand. He said excitedly: "Sir! I saw smoke in the distance and the explosion at the target. Only 1.2 seconds passed."
"Such a short time?!" Yang Mingzhi was surprised. After a simple calculation, the average flight speed reached 16om/s. If pure compacted black powder was used as propellant, it would be impossible to achieve such a high speed!
However, there are some errors in manual measurement. Look at Liguschkov. He has gray hair on his temples and a big beard. No matter how individual he is, his reaction speed is no longer as good as that of a twenty-year-old young man. After thinking about it, even if he adds a little
The error and final speed are also staggering. You must know that in a real encounter in the forest, the battle often breaks out within fifty meters, and the RPG firepower is projected in the blink of an eye. The advantage of speed determines the density of firepower.
Yang Mingzhi looked at the data during the shooting, and then conducted an on-site investigation of the explosion site. Yang Mingzhi was very clear about the power of industrial explosives. For general mining, ammonium nitrate mixed with sawdust is the cheapest, has good stability, and has natural defects.
It's not as powerful as TnT.
The experiment on the first one has already yielded a lot of data, and the second one is being inserted into the projectile in a step-by-step manner.
With successful experience, Liguschkov became more confident. "Sir! The safety of the weapons we made can be guaranteed. This time I will pull the trigger myself!"
Yang Mingzhi also inspected the RPG that was about to be fired. On the surface, it looked no different from other products. The loading of the new agent did not destroy its structural mechanics. It should be no problem.
But why can't the feeling of disobedience linger in my heart? It seems that if I really agree with this old guy to go into battle in person, the accident will really happen on time. Liguschkov is a rare talent in the arsenal. If he goes to see
Without Marx, only he himself could take action in matters such as weapons production, which was related to the survival of the entire newly born Novgomel.
Yang Mingzhi thought about it carefully. The labor and management still had a lot of serious things to do, and they still had to hug their wives and roll leaflets. They didn't want to be busy directing operations while staring at all kinds of messy things in the arsenal!
"You should return to the foxhole honestly! I am no exception. I am not doubting your achievements. I hope that my worries are unfounded and nothing unexpected happens at this juncture!" Under Yang Mingzhi's order,
Everyone on both sides of the shooting tool hid.
After Yang Mingzhi jogged all the way back to the bunker, he said to Yevlov: "I am very satisfied with the first experiment, and now it is the second. You quickly give the order to shoot. Today's experiment was successfully completed."
"Okay!" Shrugging, Yevlov's raised little red flag fell again, the soldier pulled the hemp rope, and the accident happened.
White smoke billowed out from the sprinkler at the rear of the shooting tool, and the RPG was still in the pipe!
"Oops! Insufficient combustion!" Yang Mingzhi's heart tightened, and the sense of disobedience that he had been holding back for a long time was swept away. It was as if there was some kind of prophecy in the dark, and the second round of experiments was destined to fail.
It is not uncommon for general RPGs to have duds, often due to unqualified projectile loading. Presumably, Liguschkov and the gunman in the distance would be confused when they see this scene, but the next scene is even more complicated.
Explosive!
After a large amount of white smoke was emitted, the RPG actually started. The strong tail airflow blew away the smoke, and the warhead tilted straight into the ground, followed by a violent explosion.
The explosion site was very close to the shooting tool, and the shock wave directly overturned the tripod. The soldier hiding in the foxhole responsible for pulling the hemp rope was not injured, but his hat was blown away by the airflow.
"TF! It almost caused an experimental accident!" Yang Mingzhi stood up abruptly and looked at the smoke and dust that gradually dispersed in the breeze.
Liguschkov and Yelentina were completely unprepared, but the one who was even more surprised was Lyudbarev.
The mayor walked up to Yang Mingzhi dumbfounded and asked: "The new round of experiments seems to have failed! It's as if you have a premonition that this time it will inevitably fail!"
"This is a coincidence!" Yang Mingzhi shook his head helplessly. "Who would want the experiment to fail? Besides, failure is the mother of success. I think I can start researching this failure."
Dragging his stiff body, Liguschkov walked out of the bunker. His expression was in a daze. It was the deputy commander's rejection just now that saved him a small life. The shock wave of the explosion blew the tripod more than ten meters away.
The exposed shooter was bound to suffer disaster. The superior's caution prevented the tragedy, and no one was injured in the second round of failed experiments.
But the experiment failed in the end, and all the guarantees just made were in vain! A feeling of shame appeared on his face.8