Wang Shuang took a short vacation, so he left the village and found the mortar he had hidden.
Wang Shuang held the mortar in one hand and the shells in the other, running towards the deep mountains and forests.
Deep in the mountains, Wang Shuang found a relatively empty place.
Wang Shuang installed the mortar and used the knowledge Wang Chengzhu taught Wang Shuang to aim at a small tree marked in the distance.
Well, great, all the parameters are correct.
Wang Shuang changed places, followed the operation, and aimed at the target again.
Wang Shuang played like this for a long time.
But, what's the point of just aiming?
Wang Shuang searched inside the mountain and finally found a very strange angle. In fact, this was a cave and a small earth slope, and it looked a bit like a Japanese bunker.
Hehe, it's you.
Wang Shuang found the target, and then found a very strange angle.
After taking aim, Wang Shuang, possessed by the mecha, crouched behind and hid.
This is my first cannonball. Although I have learned well, there will always be various accidents in actual operation, so it is better to be safe.
Wang Shuang opened his hands and quickly covered his ears, but his eyes were fixed on the barrel and the target point.
As the shell slides down the barrel, it triggers the primer, then flies out of the barrel and rushes towards the target.
The cannonball drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then hit the small mound where Wang Shuang was aiming.
bump.
The shell exploded, causing a violent impact, but the mortar was just like that, with average power.
When Wang Shuang saw the cannonball hit the target accurately, she cheered in her heart and jumped up and punched the target.
yes.
At this moment, with my excited heart and trembling hands, I give myself some encouragement.
Wang Shuang danced there for a long time. It was a good start and it was not in vain that he had been aiming for five minutes.
But seeing that the target he aimed at was hit, Wang Shuang could understand why the Japanese headquarters stood up excitedly after Wang Chengzhu blew it up.
This is entirely due to the sense of accomplishment. It is definitely not Wang Chengzhu who burned Li Yunlong's sweet potatoes.
Wang Shuang ran over excitedly to see the explosion effect.
The soil was still emitting residual heat because the shells had just bounced over it.
Wang Shuang took a look and found that the direct range of the explosion was about three meters (direct damage).
The shrapnel attack range is estimated to be about ten meters.
Wang Shuang carefully checked the power of the shells and was very satisfied.
After one shot, I successfully tested the results I had learned for many days, and I was very satisfied.
Very good, Wang Shuang walked back with the mortar.
Wang Shuang was having fun here, but she didn't know that on the other side, on the mountain path, two horses were running fast.
Suddenly, the officer wearing a military cap stretched out his hand, and both horses stopped.
"Xu."
The officer stretched out his hand and pulled the reins hard. The horse's front hooves were raised high, and then fell hard.
"Chief, what's wrong?"
The guard behind drove the horse up.
The two horses kept spinning in place. The officer did not rush to answer, but listened carefully.
The guard looked at the officer as if facing a formidable enemy. He immediately picked up the gun from behind and looked around.
After a few minutes, the chief looked a little confused, reached out and took out his ears, and listened again.
Still no sound.
The guard was alert and asked in a low voice, "Chief, is there something going on?"
The chief turned to look at the guard, "Did you hear an explosion just now? It should be the sound of a mortar."
"What, mortars? No, chief, how can there be the sound of mortars in these deep mountains and forests."
"Yes, could it be that I was hallucinating?"
The leader muttered to himself, and then the two of them continued their journey.
However, the leader still kept this matter in mind.
After all, as a veteran, he still trusts his ears.
He was sure that he had just heard the sound of a mortar, but because it was far away, he was a little confused.
After he completed his mission, he immediately reported the news of the mortars he heard on the road.
The time and place were all mentioned.
The Eighth Route Army attached great importance to this.
Okay, the above statement is nonsense. Although mortars are taken very seriously, it is deep in the mountains and forests, so there is no time and energy to search the mountains.
Besides, because the sound was very soft and faint, the commander was not sure about the direction of the gunfire.
