Chapter 2427

What is a ricochet?

A ricochet is when an incoming projectile still has enough residual kinetic energy, but because the combined defense angle of the target armor's tilt angle and the angle of incidence is not good, the projectile cannot penetrate and turn straight, and thus deflects the trajectory and bounces out. This is described in military terms as a ricochet.

But the aftereffect caused by the third shell hit, with the most direct result, told Malashenko one thing: this is not a ricochet at all, but a pure failure to penetrate.

Whether it is the deeper, but still bottomless shallow pit left on the German Jagdpanther armor plate, or the front-end deformed and blunted projectile that fell to the ground in a spiral.

These are not the ricochets that should occur when the powerful 122 armor-piercing projectile hits the fragile Jagdpanther armor plate. Can the armor as brittle as thin paper absorb the impact of the projectile's stored speed into kinetic energy almost completely, with not much left, when the angle of incidence is very positive, and then bounce the weak projectile aside with a little force?

Don't be ridiculous, that would only be possible with armored plate defense at the level of the King Tiger hull.

All these strange current situations silently told Malashenko a very serious problem: the thing in front of him was probably not the cheetah with the traditional impression of "thin skin and big fillings".

Even if the configuration looks exactly the same and the appearance looks unchanged, this defense is definitely wrong and has a big problem!

The armor-piercing projectile without ricocheting almost exhausted its remaining kinetic energy during the armor-piercing process. When it was about to lose power and could no longer penetrate, it was thrown out by the deflected trajectory of the armor plate at a large angle, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly and became a scrap product. This was the reasonable and correct analysis and judgment in Malashenko's eyes, and it was also Comrade Lao Ma's final conclusion. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

Malachenko was sure that his eyes and analysis would not be wrong. He believed in himself as always, and then he ordered the pair of loaders who had already dropped the high-explosive projectiles and were about to push the cartridges to complete the final loading.

“Stop loading, change the bullets! Load the armor-piercing bullets, quickly!”

Can you block the 122 armor-piercing bullets?

Well, it doesn’t matter, but don’t be too happy too soon! You have to be able to block my 130 justice to be considered as a shampooer.

Apart from the King Tiger’s thick upper front defense that is really impossible to break with full-caliber armor-piercing bullets, and the Jagdpanther derived from its chassis, Malachenko has not encountered it so far, and with his own cognition as a time traveler, he can’t think of any German valuables that the IS7, the Red Navy’s 130 naval gun, can’t take down.

No matter what the reason was for the strange cheetah to be hard, and no matter how hard it was, it was still standing even after swallowing three 122 armor-piercing projectiles. Malashenko, who was really annoyed, had decided to personally take action to beat the fucking German sticks, to see whether you Germans are thick-skinned enough or my firepower is strong enough.

The benefits of the semi-automatic loader were fully demonstrated at this moment.

The high-explosive projectile that was canceled was directly grabbed by the deputy loader Sergei with both hands and held in his arms. He turned around and sent it to the upper projectile and ammunition rack at the rear end of the turret behind him, and returned it to its original position and put it back at the fastest speed.

At the same time, the main loader Artyom was not idle either.

He turned around and immediately started to work, but he shook the handwheel on the side behind him to start a new round of projectile loading.

The first ammunition rack of Malashenko's IS7 command vehicle is very simple in terms of ammunition storage. The upper ammunition rack on the side of the main loader Artyom is filled with armor-piercing ammunition, and the upper ammunition rack on the side of the deputy loader Sergei is filled with high-explosive ammunition. As for the lower ammunition racks of the two, there is no difference, with uniform specifications of propellant cartridges neatly stacked for use.

If high-explosive ammunition is needed, Sergei will shake the hand wheel on his side, turn the upper ammunition conveyor belt to send high-explosive projectiles to the conveyor belt, and then push it to the loading slide rail. On the contrary, if armor-piercing projectiles are needed, Artyom will perform the same operation process. The two main and deputy loaders have clear division of labor and perform their respective duties.

The problem of how to quickly select ammunition for semi-automatic loading machines is successfully solved through the uniform specification ammunition distribution of the left and right gears, and it is not complicated and can be easily and quickly executed on the battlefield. The disadvantage is that the quantity of both types of ammunition is not large. Without counting the pre-loaded rounds in the barrel, there are only three armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds, a total of six rounds of pre-loaded rounds in the loader.

It can't be helped, because the Red Navy's 130mm caliber ammunition is so huge that even the wide and long tortoise-shell head of the IS7 can only accommodate six rounds of stock in the loader, and the upper projectiles and lower propellant cartridges have to be placed separately.

Under Artyom's rapid and precise operation, the armor-piercing projectiles placed in the upper ammunition rack on his side were quickly pushed down to the conveyor belt directly below, along with the transmission of the ammunition belt driven by the shaking of the handwheel, and quickly moved forward in the direction of the breech block, ready to be loaded into the chamber.

As soon as Artyom finished the process of conveying the projectiles, Sergei, who had already stuffed the high-explosive projectiles back into the upper ammunition rack on his side, also operated rapidly with his hands and feet.

The same is true of the rapid movement of the conveyor belt driven by the hand wheel, but it is not the upper projectiles that are transported, but the uniform specifications of the propellant cartridges in the lower ammunition rack.

The advantage of uniform specifications of the propellant cartridges is here. Whether it is loading high-explosive or armor-piercing shells, the other loader who is free can operate the lower conveyor belt on his side at the same time to deliver the neatly stacked propellant cartridges in the lower ammunition rack to the conveyor belt immediately after the projectiles fall.

Instead of standing there stupidly, watching the other loader brother on the opposite side tired to death, but he has nothing to do.

Almost immediately after Artyom's projectile delivery, the propellant cartridges were transported to the pre-loading position of the loading slide rail and were ready.

There is no need to say more nonsense. The two loader brothers, who are just rushing for time, once again gave up the plan to turn around and pick up the push rod and complete the last loading process according to standard operations.

You put your left hand, I put my right hand, and two big hands pressed against the bottom of the propellant cartridge and shouted at the same time.

"Go!"

"Loading completed!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are ready!"

After saying the same thing, two reports were almost simultaneously heard.

"Fire and kill it!"

With his eyes fixed on the target, Malashenko roared, followed by Ivushkin's calm response.

"Leave it to me!"

However, the Malashenko crew, who interrupted the half-finished loading work and reloaded the armor-piercing bullets, was one step late.

The mysterious and unfathomable strange cheetah on the opposite side roared and fired before the IS7 roared, and the whistling armor-piercing bullets rushed straight towards Malashenko's car.

Uh, I made a mistake in the chapter name again, an old problem, it doesn't affect the content, just read it normally