When Boss Wei heard what Old Man Han said, he couldn't react for a long time.
"Gatling?" "Machine gun?"
Old Man Han looked at Boss Wei with a smile and said: "The so-called machine gun is a rifle that uses a mechanism to fire continuously."
Boss Wei was stunned and asked: "Can it fire continuously? No need to load the ammunition?"
Old Man Han nodded and said: "No need, all loading steps are completed mechanically. The soldier who shoots only needs to hold down the trigger to shoot continuously."
Boss Wei blinked when he heard this and tried to think about what it would be like to have a musket firing continuously.
However, Boss Wei didn't figure it out in the end. After all, the Tiger Army had just entered the era of breech-loading guns a few years ago. What Boss Wei was familiar with was the rate of fire of paper shell bullets at six or seven seconds. The metal bullet shells he had just been equipped with
Boss Wei is not completely used to the rifle yet.
But when it comes to Old Man Han, the rate of fire no longer talks about how many seconds it takes to fire, but directly talks about "continuous shooting".
Old Man Han looked at Boss Wei's confused look and smiled. He stopped explaining to Boss Wei, and instead took out a Fanjiazhuang brand cigarette and held it in his mouth.
Then he took out a box of matches from his pocket.
Seeing the box of matches, Boss Wei's eyes widened. The "Fanjiazhuang Daily" sent to the front line half a year ago announced that the match had been successfully developed, and the King of Qi greatly commended the chemical research team of Fanjiazhuang University. However, the newly invented match has not yet been
It was mass-produced and only distributed to a few officers for trial use in a rationed manner.
Old Man Han was the battalion commander, so he was assigned this box of matches, which he could use to light cigarettes.
Old Man Han picked up the match and struck it on the matchbox, lighting the match with a bang, then put the cigarette holder over the flame and lit the cigarette.
This is the first time that Boss Wei has seen a match igniting fire. Currently, the soldiers of the Huben Army use fire sickles to make fire, which is very inconvenient. In the past, the grenades of the Huben Army required an open flame to light the fuse. At that time, in order to light the grenade at any time
, soldiers of the Huben Army even need to carry torches with them.
Fanjiazhuang's science and technology advanced rapidly. In the 28th year of Chongzhen, matches were finally produced. From then on, making fire became an easy task, and there was no need to keep fire.
Old Man Han finished lighting his cigarette, extinguished the match with a flick of his hand, and threw it on the dirt. However, when he turned to look at Boss Wei, he found that Boss Wei was looking at the match in his hand with wide eyes.
Old Man Han couldn't help but smile.
He thought for a while, threw the matches to Mr. Wei, and said with a smile: "This box of matches is for you to play with."
Boss Wei felt as if he had found a treasure. He took the package of matches in a panic and looked at it for a long time before putting it into his military uniform pocket.
As soon as he loaded the matches, the infantry fighting vehicle on the dirt ground was already moving.
Unlike steam tanks, which take a long time to warm up, infantry fighting vehicles using internal combustion engines only took more than ten seconds to start. The ten tanks in the front row shook on the ground for a while, then turned with huge force.
The crawler tracks slowly moved forward.
The infantry fighting vehicle drove faster than the steam tank. After driving on the dirt for a while, it reached a speed of more than ten kilometers per hour. After that, the tank drove faster and faster, and its speed was close to twenty kilometers per hour.
The soldiers surrounding the dirt field let out loud exclamations. The speed of this infantry fighting vehicle was really too fast. This speed had surpassed that of an ox-cart and a horse-drawn carriage, reaching a level that only machinery could achieve.
Mounds of dirt, stones and other objects on the dirt ground had no resistance in front of the heavy and hard tracks, and were crushed into powder without any suspense, and could be easily crossed by infantry fighting vehicles.
Even trenches two or three meters wide, or even mounds one or two meters high, infantry fighting vehicles can pass through them one by one. Compared with wheeled vehicles, the maintenance cost of tracked combat vehicles is much higher, but their adaptability is
The improvement is not just doubled or tripled.
Every time the ten advancing chariots crossed an obstacle, the spectators outside burst into a deafening roar of admiration.
The tank completed complex maneuvers such as turning and reversing on the dirt, and then stopped at the outside of the target area.
The first to fire was the artillery on the infantry fighting vehicle.
The artillery on the chariot was not a heavy artillery, but a small six-pound cannon. The artillery aimed at the trench fifty meters away, and fired a five-pound small explosive shell into the trench.
Sparks suddenly flew in the trench on the opposite side, flames flew everywhere, and the scarecrow inside was blown into ashes.
Next came the Gatling gun.
The tanks drove twenty meters away from the trenches. The Gatling guns on the right sides of the ten tanks were aimed at the scarecrows in the trenches, spitting out tongues of fire. Boss Wei raised his telescope and saw the bullets.
It sprayed out from the rotating Gatling barrel like a storm, pouring one after another into the trench ahead.
The rotation speed of the machine gun was so fast that Boss Wei could no longer distinguish the rate of fire of the machine gun from the rotation speed of the machine gun. He stared at the empty shells flying out next to the machine gun with wide eyes, trying to count the number of shells that kept flying, trying to
Calculate the rate of fire of this formidable weapon.
In the end, Boss Wei calculated clearly that there are at least 130 rounds per minute, more than two rounds per second.
After coming up with an incredible number, Mr. Wei opened his mouth wide.
Seeing the terrifying rate of fire of the machine gun, the dirt ground where thousands of people gathered was eerily quiet for a moment. All the soldiers of the Tiger Army were stunned, and no one spoke for a while.
Boss Wei looked at Old Man Han.
Old Man Han smiled, took off the cigarette from his mouth, and said, "Actually, the principle of this machine gun is very simple."
Mr. Wei nodded vigorously, wanting to hear the battalion commander's advice.
Old Man Han said: "This Gatling gun can actually be said to be ten rifles put together. Each rifle has its own independent gun and chamber. The ten barrels share a feeding port and trigger. As long as the machine gun is rotated,
As soon as the machine gunner rotates the barrel, the ammunition supply mechanism continues to install bullets into the barrel that rotates to the ammunition supply port."
"As long as the shooter presses the trigger and the barrel rotates to the shooting position, a device composed of complex mechanisms will trigger the bolt in the barrel and eject the bullet in the barrel."
"Then the barrel continues to rotate, turns to the ejection port, ejects the empty cartridge case, and continues the next cycle."
Boss Wei was confused when he heard this and could only nod his head.
"So, there are two people operating machine guns in the infantry fighting vehicle?"
"Two people are not enough, we need three people, and one person is responsible for feeding the machine gun."
Boss Wei nodded.
On the dirt ground, ten infantry fighting vehicles ended their demonstration and began to turn around and return to the parking area.
The soldiers who were watching finally came to their senses. With this kind of equipment, the combat effectiveness of the Tiger and Ben Army would make a qualitative leap. The anxiety that permeated the hearts of the soldiers suddenly eased a lot. They all raised their arms and shouted.
