Chapter 2094: New and Old

Everything on the streets of the concentration camp eventually fell silent, but it was the silence of death rather than nature. Google search reading

When the twin KPV in Malashenko's hand stopped roaring, and the 50 rounds of 5mm bullets in each box on the left and right, a total of 100 rounds, were all used up, the SS scum who had been scattering and fleeing on the street had been killed without a single one left, and there was no one left except the Red Army who could stand on the street.

"Damn, in a sense, this is also a cannon execution."

Unlike ordinary conventional heavy machine guns, KPV is a weapon that does not reason with you at all.

It is actually a bit inappropriate to define this thing as a gun. The amount of propellant filled in the super-long cartridge is much more than that of any heavy machine gun bullet of the same era. In addition, the super-long barrel gives a high projectile travel, which is equivalent to an extremely high initial velocity of the projectile.

Therefore, the actual power of KPV is more like a cannon, a machine gun, than a gun.

The 20mm Oerlikon cannon, which is regarded as a short-range air defense weapon by the US Navy, is at the same level as KPV in terms of core performance related to power, such as projectile initial velocity and armor penetration depth.

After all, this is a fierce weapon that does not specifically develop new bullets, but pursues a simple and crude "take-it-as-it-is" approach, directly loading 5mm anti-tank rifle bullets and firing.

To put it bluntly, this is an anti-tank rifle with zero recoil and rapid bursts of fire, and it has an external plug-in. You can really understand it this way, because its actual power is at this level.

Using this thing to fight against personnel and shoot German sticks is indeed a bit too beautiful, so beautiful that even Malashenko, who got off the car, couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Oh my god, there are pieces of meat all over the floor. Did we have too much fun just now?"

Although Malashenko was surprised by the scene, he had long been accustomed to seeing mountains of corpses and blood, and even crawled through the piles of dead bodies in Stalingrad. Comrade Ma was very immune to things like broken arms and legs and pieces of meat. He was so immune that he would not feel uncomfortable even if he took a broken half of a German arm in his hand to look at the cross-section of the wound.

"Comrade Division Commander, Alsim reports to you that he has led the team to complete the mission and did not let a single German escape! Report completed!"

"Hmm?"

Malashenko was holding the half arm in his hand and looking at it seriously. He raised his head and saw Alsim standing in front of him, jogging all the way. He immediately spoke.

"You're just in time, Alsim."

"Look at this, the new heavy machine gun is quite powerful! Look at the cross section of the wound, it's very smooth, there's almost no open wound of exploded flesh, and very little flesh is missing. This shows that when the bullet hit the entire arm, it still had a very high initial velocity and residual kinetic energy, and the bullet almost didn't roll, but it just tore the arm off the body with its extremely strong impact kinetic energy. It's a serious overpowering force for the human body!"

"If this were put on other battlefields, the power would be guaranteed ! The fascist bastards can report to the German Emperor with their bunkers, and the garbage time that can be created by relying on a wall to delay the Red Army will become history. As long as there is a battlefield with KPV, the German sticks can feel justice. "

"

To be honest, when the division commander comrade you admire, the tank major general who has been awarded the Soviet Hero Award twice, holds half of the German stick's arm in his hand and talks to you with a very serious attitude, you will at least feel that this feeling is really a bit weird? Maybe, anyway, Alsim himself can't explain it clearly.

But since the division commander comrade has said so, Alsim, as a subordinate and experienced in the battlefield, naturally has to echo a few words and give his own opinions. The division commander comrade cannot be left out like this.

"The new gun is very good, comrade division commander, but it is too big and too heavy."

"We combat engineers can barely carry the DShK on the march, and occasionally assemble it for use when needed, although in most cases this low-mobility weapon is not needed at all."

"But this thing is bigger and heavier than the DShK. Even we can't use it. We can't take it with us. It can only be loaded on a vehicle, and most of it has to be a heavy vehicle. Like our infantry fighting vehicles, the small turret can't fit such a large coaxial machine gun. It is good, but the platform limits its chances of appearance. That's what I think."

Arsim is an infantry commander, leading the most elite heavy infantry in the division, that is, the combat engineer unit. It is understandable that he considers the starting point of new weapons from his own position. After hearing this, Malashenko just nodded in agreement.

"Yes, that's right."

"But fortunately, our division is not an ordinary unit. We are a purely mechanized heavy-armored unit with enough vehicles to carry it, and in most cases we can get its firepower support."

"I will try to give more suggestions to the military industry department in the rear to see if more heavy vehicles can be equipped with this thing as soon as they leave the factory to enhance firepower, at least so that the new gadgets delivered to our division can be equipped with this thing, which is much more useful than Deshika."

With the KPV, Deshika, who was originally quite popular with Comrade Lao Ma, immediately became "Mrs. Niu" and was left aside. Otherwise, how can we say this man, the big pig's hoof problem of getting tired of the old and liking the new is really a classic inheritance, and it can't be changed in any era. He is just a person who only likes younger people.

It is really difficult to clean up the minced meat that was blown up by 25mm machine guns and 5mm KPVs all over the streets. You have to use tools such as big brooms and iron shovels to sweep the minced meat together and shovel it away and bury it.

Malashenko didn't want his elite Red Army soldiers to do this shit. There were plenty of people in the concentration camp who could do this. After all, there were more than just the SS guarding a place as big as Camp No. 3. Malashenko knew this situation clearly. He should be able to capture some German prisoners. When the time comes, he can point guns at these idiots to do this disgusting shit and everything will be fine.

However, just as Malashenko was thinking about this, Iushkin, who had been sitting in the turret next to him, suddenly popped his head up, holding a radio transmitter in his hand and spoke loudly to Malashenko under the car.

"Hey! Someone is looking for you! There seems to be some trouble at the office building. You'd better come over and answer it, or do you want me to hang up for you and say you're busy?"