Chapter Five Hundred and Sixteenth Target Sawdust Flying
The soldiers took their positions, raised their Mauser rifles, and aimed at the target a hundred meters away.
Yang Mingzhi noticed that everyone's lower body was very stable, and the posture of raising the gun was like a rock. They didn't know when they started the muzzle weight training. It seemed that the previous shooting training was also carried out in the weight state.
In this round, each soldier finished five rounds of bullets in one magazine. The reloading bullet was made of black powder and cast iron warheads. Its chamber pressure will be much lower than that of normal bullets, and the flight trajectory of its warhead is destined to be bad.
Yang Mingzhi was now a spectator, holding a telescope and staring at the wooden target a hundred meters away. Following Kharkov's order, the ten people opened fire in unison.
Suddenly, the targets in the field of vision were hit one after another, and the wood chips flew up. On the surface, the bullet hit rate was very good, eight out of ten hits. If we say that these children are all sharpshooters, because of the operation
It's the inferior ammunition that leads to such a hit rate.
This result is very satisfactory. If all reloaded ammunition has such a hit rate of 100 meters, it will be completely sufficient in the special environment of forest combat.
After the volley, there is free fire, and ten people have to empty the magazine of ammunition.
Look at the way the children pull the bolt steadily, as if they have become regular soldiers. Just like mechanically pulling the bolt, the cartridge case is suddenly thrown out, and the magazine is quickly closed again, the whole action is completed in one go.
Several people took aim at the target again. After a burst of fierce gunfire, the target not far away was filled with sawdust.
In the past, targets were also made of wooden boards, which is the most energy-efficient material. In fact, it is most suitable to hang a piece of target paper on the target, but now the paper is tight.
However, from these scenes of sawdust scattered around, Yang Mingzhi also had a slight idea of the secret.
"Liguschkov, the cast-iron bullets you made are very effective. The moment they touched the target, they must have shaken violently, and even stopped rotating perfectly in the air. That's why there was such an excess of sawdust."
Is this criticism or praise? Look at the way the deputy division commander is holding up the binoculars. There is a smile on his lips.
This must be a compliment. Liguschkov is very worried that this latest batch of reloaded ammunition will have some problems or even fail. It seems that it is a product that he personally supervised, so it should have a very high passing rate. This time
The children acted as "experimenters". Moreover, they were not snipers, because the bullet hit rate would also be reduced due to the quality of the soldiers. As far as the current results are concerned, this batch of reloaded ammunition is still reliable.
Liguschkov asked: "Sir! Do you think our warhead should rotate perfectly, should not deviate during flight, and the trajectory must be stable?"
"Theoretically, a good bullet must rotate stably under the gyroscopic effect. Let's take our Mosin Nagant, for example. It has good bullet performance and good rifling, so it can hit enemies six hundred meters away. But this is a black powder reloadable bullet.
, according to the standards of a hundred years ago, your products are indeed qualified."
"After all, you are still criticizing!" Liguschkov was very dissatisfied in his heart. In what era were firearms a hundred years ago? At that time, the Russian army was still queuing up to shoot, and the most advanced bullets at that time were paper shells and black powder.
Bullet, the bullet is still a lead ball.
Yang Mingzhi still smiled, "There is no need for you to be depressed now. I think you have created a powerful weapon, although this was not your original intention. From a dialectical point of view, the elasticity of the cast iron round head is very poor.
, the chamber pressure provided by our black powder makes the overall situation worse, which is definitely a disadvantage, but under certain conditions it is a huge advantage, such as now!"
The first group of soldiers had finished shooting their ammunition, and the second group was not in a hurry. Yang Mingzhi ordered people to bring all the wooden targets. The wooden boards were all neatly placed in front of the comrades in the arsenal.
"Comrades, it's your turn to work. Count how many bullet holes there are and measure the size of the bullet holes." Yang Mingzhi said with a smile.
At this time, all the soldiers from the youth camp gathered around curiously. Star Tao and Natasha were also here.
It is natural for children to be curious, and Yang Mingzhi did not stop him. Furthermore, as ammunition operators, these people should also take a close look at the damage caused by their ammunition.
After statistics, thirty-eight of the ten targets were hit. Regardless of the number of rings, for these teenagers, hitting these one-square-meter wooden targets was extremely good.
The distribution of these bullet holes is also very scattered, and the overall characteristic is that only one bullet hole is very large. After measurement, the diameter of most bullet holes is as high as three centimeters. Yang Mingzhi can feel the lethality of this bullet with the naked eye. After all, if the bullet is
Entering the target's body sideways is of course much more lethal than entering in a crazy rotation. Just like the hollow-point bullets of later generations can split within the target, but the Japs' bullets of this era make two small holes like needles.
"Liguschkov, now you see, your bullets are very lethal. If there is a German soldier standing a hundred meters away, such a wound is enough to kill him with one shot."
He still couldn't understand what Yang Mingzhi said. Liguschkov scratched his hairless head and said: "These wooden boards are made of trees cut down in the morning. They are wood after all, and they are different from the bodies of weak animals."
, the bullet must have caused sawdust to fly everywhere!"
"No! You haven't fought in a long time! On such a thin board, a standard bullet will only leave a small hole, and the wood chips will not fly at all."
It is better to do it than to say it. In order to verify whether it is a problem with the wood or the bullet, it is imperative to conduct an experiment with the original bullet.
Yang Mingzhi shouted without thinking: "Natasha, come here!"
A guard soldier complied with the request and handed over his Mauser rifle and the captured bullets. The rifle was handed over to Natasha, and she became the new experimenter.
At this time, Yang Tao said fiercely: "Brother! You shouldn't let her go. Her shoulder has just recovered and is not suitable for shooting training yet."
That’s what I heard. “Then come on, my dear.”
Yang Mingzhi handed the gun to Yang Tao again. She did not have the strong arm strength like the soldiers in the youth camp, so she still lay on the ground while operating the Mauser rifle.
It was loaded with 7.92mm light-point bullets and aimed at a new wooden target 100 meters away.
Yang Mingzhi squatted down habitually and patted her butt. "Silly girl, please spread your legs. The recoil of this rifle is too high."
Yang Tao smiled innocently. She hadn't shot for a while and had forgotten some techniques and tactics accidentally. She held her breath, knowing that the recoil of the rifle was impressive, so she relaxed her body and gently pulled the trigger.
The girl's whole body shook, and the muscles and bones of her body were like springs bearing the recoil. Yang Mingzhi raised his binoculars and stared at the target in the distance. Different from the situation just now, the target was indeed hit, just on the small slope behind the target.
There was a puff of smoke and dust, but the target didn't move at all.
This kind of shooting was carried out five times in total, and she did hit every time. It was enviable to maintain a high hit rate with such a compact figure, and the children in the youth camp cheered.
Yang Mingzhi slowly put down the telescope and said: "Liguschkov, now you understand! Those new wooden boards have enough moisture and are thin in thickness. The original lead-core-clad steel pointed bullets will only pass through and leave small holes.
.Compared with bullets like this, your reloading bullets can cause greater damage to the Germans they hit!"
"Maybe it's really like this." Liguschkov saw everything through the telescope. There were indeed no sawdust flying around, but only the dust rippling from the bullet hitting the soil slope. The reloading bullet just hit the experiment, and the soil slope was
It was as if he hadn't been hit.
Yang Mingzhi continued: "Now we should let the soldiers in the youth camp continue training. After the bullets are fired, we will collect warheads around the target. If I guessed correctly, the cast iron warheads have broken into many small pieces." (