Chapter 1102: Shelling

Five hundred meters away, old Josie and Babru also felt that today's battle was quite funny. After the merger of their two forces, the number of people is unprecedentedly strong, but the pressure of survival is also unprecedentedly strong. They have tried everything to survive, and the 10,000 people in front of them are already their last main force.

Some time ago, in the multi-party talks, Victor Hugo, the commander of the army, had undoubtedly shown his demeanor, and he had also heard about the ferocity and tyranny of the mutants, but none of these could change the determination of old Josie and Babru. They are trying to survive and negotiate by attacking Chinese bases.

Now that they finally found the hidden Chinese base, Old Josie and Babru felt that their plan was at least half successful, but they didn't know that the landmines planted by the river blocked their way.

The terrain of Angola is flat, with tropical grasslands and sparse woodlands everywhere. The black robbers who launched the attack also thought about leaving the river to find another way, but after entering a woodland and being hit by a few landmines, they dared not leave casually. The greatest fear of landmines is its unknown.

It is a big taboo to lose the vigor to attack, but be greedy for the prey that may be obtained. It's just that the black robbers knew that they had alerted the target they were going to rob, but they just didn't leave, hoping for some miracle to happen.

Babru sent people to look for other roads, while old Josie observed the Chinese on the opposite side. The two sides were separated by four or five hundred meters, and from time to time they fired cold shots to deter each other.

The low and simple wooden houses, the simply planned roads, the carefully reclaimed land, the evacuated crowd in horror, and everything in the telescope made old Josie feel gratified—this is a residential area with oil and water, and you can definitely find a lot of it good stuff.

"Especially because we didn't see many guards, we don't need to pay too much." Old Josie was thinking beautifully, when suddenly his pupils shrank, and he saw a few machine guns emerging from behind a position opposite. Looking at the triangular gun mount, he knew something bad was going on—the opponent had a heavy machine gun.

Blacks always attack in swarms, and if you tell them to disperse, they will say that their companions are too far away and feel scared. And now they gather together when they are resting, which is the best target for heavy machine guns.

In heavy machine gun shooting, there is an indirect attack method of lobbing. Just like watering flowers with a kettle, the dense bullets rise for a certain distance in the form of a parabola and then fall down to hit the surface target. This is an effective way that ordinary people don't know, but it is an effective way for excellent shooters to deal with dense groups.

Old Josie was a bit knowledgeable. Seeing the layout of the opponent's heavy machine guns, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned around and ran away—at a distance of four to five hundred meters, it is difficult for human eyes to see distant targets, but he It is clear that when the machine gun fires, the dense rain of bullets will cause huge casualties.

As soon as old Josie ran, his personal guards naturally followed. The leader turned around and ran, and the other blacks subconsciously followed suit. The black group had been frightened for a long time, and chaos arose as a result. Countless people began to retreat, even blocking old Josie's own way of escaping.

And just when old Josie was complaining about it, the rain of bullets he imagined did not come. At this time, Babru brought people back, and when he saw this scene, he fired a warning shot and finally prevented the team from collapsing.

"Why retreat?" Babru angrily found old Josie.

Old Josie looked back at the direction of the base where there had been no movement, and said falteringly, "I found those Chinese with machine guns."

The two black leaders touched the front line again and found that the machine gun did exist, but the machine gun did not fire. This strange situation puzzled the two of them, and Babru lay down in a pile of weeds and gave an explanation that was not an explanation—maybe they were just defending and didn't want to kill us.

Is there such a possibility? Old Josie looked puzzled. But when the black robbers stabilized their emotions again, the direction of the Chinese base was facing new problems.

Classmate Qin Ming held a booklet that had already turned yellow, and said plausibly: "It says in the book,

Type 63 107mm rocket shells can be fired directly without a barrel. Don't you know? "

Facing the questioning, Wen Tianyu patted his head and nodded, "I know, I know, but we've never used it like that!"

The Type 63 107mm rocket launcher is a wonderful weapon made by the soil turtle. It is a heavy firepower specially prepared for mountain troops and guerrillas. It has a lot of magical features, the most talked about is that its shells do not need a barrel, just find a mound to fire.

It can be seen that when Tianyu and others joined the army, the rabbit's army was not as poor as it used to be. Who in the army has a gun barrel and doesn't use it, so he has to train this kind of dragon-slaying skill that is inaccurate, not far away, and basically never used in a lifetime?

This was a design reserved for the most difficult and embarrassing situations back then. Wen Tianyu really never thought that he would encounter it one day. But now it’s all right, it’s really happened—for the ancestors and ancestors, you are definitely kidding me today!

Wen Tianyu grabbed the yellowed booklet that appeared with the shells. This booklet was placed in the ammunition box when the shells were manufactured. The pages were so brittle that they would shatter when touched. On the cover was printed "The Great Leader ** Teach us...' Quotes.

"The age of this book is enough to be my grandfather." Wen Tianyu complained and arrested the battalion commander of the division's artillery battalion, "Come on, launch without a barrel, you can handle it."

The battalion commander of the artillery battalion was also bitter, frowning and said: "I have never practiced this style of play. Boss, you are embarrassing me."

Wen Tianyu's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't call me the boss, we are a regular army. I am your chief now."

The regular army uses this kind of weapon?

The artillery battalion commander was also helpless, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and grabbed the yellow and brittle booklet, opened it and read it carefully, and then ordered to his subordinates: "Come here, dig a few mounds with an engineer shovel, and take pictures."

Digging the mound is so simple, and the ammunition box of the rocket is also equipped with a simple launcher. The shell is placed on the mound, and the three-lens ruler is placed on the shell for aiming. Then…….

"Is there a battery?" The stubborn artillery battalion commander pointed to the instructions in the booklet, "One battery and two wires can be attached to the bottom of the shell to ignite."

Is it that simple?

This simple artillery position attracted many people to watch. It was really just a cannonball placed on a mound. At most, it is to give the mound a slope according to the shooting table, so that the shell can shoot at a target 500 meters away.

When they asked for batteries, everyone looked at Qin Ming. Qin Ming shrugged, pointed to the booklet and said, "Where can I find batteries for you now? Didn't it say in the booklet? If necessary, the back cover of the shell can be pried off, and it can be fired with a torch."

What did the designers think about using a torch to light a shell? Are they looking for inspiration from the second kick.

Even Wen Tianyu's face was full of black lines, but he could only order: "Why are you watching? Pry!"

The artillery battalion commander could only continue to pry open the back cover of the shell, and then prepare a torch. But he continued to order: "Set up all the shells. If the first one is okay, we will blast out the rest together."

Qin Ming transported a hundred shells, so a ten by ten firing position was easily constructed. The shells were all aimed at tens of thousands of black uncles hundreds of meters away.

"I'm going to light the fire now." The artillery battalion commander knelt on one knee in front of a mound with a torch in hand, not too confident. He doesn't look like a modern artilleryman at all, but an old gunner who played with muzzle-loading guns hundreds of years ago.

"Come on, go on." Wen Tianyu urged. To be honest, he had never seen a shell fired without a barrel.

The commander of the artillery battalion fired the torch towards the back of the cannonball, and the gunpowder that supported the combustion immediately began to smoke. After a few seconds, gas came out from the nozzle of the rocket, pushing the cannonball and flying out with a whoosh.

I can really fight, my friends expressed their surprise. While everyone was watching, the 107mm rocket flew upwards for a certain distance, tilting the nozzle to make the rocket rotate around the bomb axis, and the warhead passed the high point and then plunged downward.

There was a lot of movement from the rockets. Old Josie and Babru, who were observing at the front line, saw a black dot flying towards them with a tail of smoke, and exploded over their heads in the crowd behind them.

shells? !

The heads of the two black leaders buzzed immediately, and cold sweat broke out all over their bodies. They immediately overturned the idea just now - the Chinese on the opposite side are not merciful, they are going to kill them all!

Once the shells were fired successfully, the commander of the artillery battalion suddenly became more confident, and immediately shouted: "No problem, light them all for me. Blow all the one hundred rounds over."

The advantage of the rocket launcher is that it has a high firing density and high suddenness. Twelve rounds at a time are equivalent to a howitzer battalion. And now one hundred rounds... is simply an artillery division.

Everyone in the artillery battalion was holding a torch, and after the battalion commander gave the order, they fired at the back of the cannonball. The ten-by-ten firing positions began to whiz and whiz and smoke continuously, and one after another shells flew into the sky.

The whistling firing sound continued one after another, a hundred shells smashed down like plowing the ground, and the rumbling explosion waves spread like a carpet. The black people who were squatting on the opposite side had just been startled by the first shell, and when they got up and wanted to run, the follow-up shells fell beside them.

The dense explosions were unavoidable, the chaotic crowd became the best target, and everyone in the black community fled like a frying pan. But no matter how they shouted and how desperately they tried, many people would still be easily overtaken and killed by shells after running tens of meters.

One shell covers a radius of more than ten meters, and a hundred shells arranged after calculation almost cover an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters. The river bend hundreds of meters away is like a sea of ​​iron and blood burning, and it can be said that no one can be spared in the sea of ​​fire.

Watching the black ghost disappear in the air waves and fragments, a group of people from the Artillery Battalion jumped up and shouted wildly, clapping their hands in praise. Wen Tianyu immediately burst into joy, "This grandfather-level shell is really powerful!"