Chapter 1789: 1790 rpm is too slow
Chapter 1789 1790 The speed is too slow
A group of soldiers carried magazines and ran to the quadruple anti-aircraft guns that were still spitting flames. The gunner was firing fiercely into the sky, and even in the daytime the tracer bullets fired from the muzzle were clearly visible.
Sandbags were piled around the anti-aircraft gun positions, and around the sides of the bunkers dug out of the sandbags were holes for storing ammunition.
Boxes of ammunition were stacked here, waiting for the loaders to pick them up. Now less than half of the ammunition in the ear holes has been emptied, but the vehicle to replenish the ammunition has not yet arrived.
Not far from the location of this position is a hidden barracks facility. That is the place it needs to defend, and there are thousands of soldiers resting in hiding.
This quadruple anti-aircraft gun stood tall and straight, its barrel pointing straight into the blue sky. Under the sun, the gun body reflected the unique luster of metal, looking particularly cold. The loaders were busy nervously and orderly. They held the ammunition and installed the magazines in their hands on the gun that kept firing in an orderly manner.
In theory, this anti-aircraft gun has a good rate of fire, but because it uses a magazine to feed ammunition, the actual rate of fire is lower than claimed.
Despite this, it does not prevent it from being a rare and threatening weapon in the hands of the coalition forces. It had just been invented and had already become a star on the battlefield.
Some quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns were installed directly on valuable armored chassis and became self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery. Others were deployed to the most important positions to be responsible for the air security of such positions.
Although this kind of anti-aircraft gun still cannot shoot down a large number of Tang Army aircraft, it can at least scare away the opponent and protect a certain area from the unbridled destruction of Tang Army aircraft.
In the distant sky, a thunder and lightning attack aircraft from the Tang Empire shuttled like a ghost. Its figure flickered between the clouds, and the dragon emblem on the wings shone provocatively in the sun.
The coalition soldiers on the battlefield looked up at the sky, watching the tracer bullets getting farther and farther away from the Thunder attack aircraft, feeling extremely anxious in their hearts. They knew that their position had been exposed, and only by shooting down this uninvited guest would their place be considered safe.
The muzzles of the quadruple anti-aircraft guns were spitting out tongues of fire, and a series of shells roared into the sky like angry fire dragons.
The explosions of anti-aircraft guns fired one after another, destroying the ears of all gunners. Smoke was billowing all around, and the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
However, despite the fierce artillery fire, that **** Datang Empire's thunder attack aircraft skillfully avoided these deadly shells. It had extraordinary maneuverability and could always make thrilling evasive maneuvers at critical moments.
In other words, the other side seemed to be deliberately provoking, using their own skill to avoid the coalition's anti-aircraft artillery attacks. It's as if he's playing with his prey, which is irritating to watch.
The coalition gunners frowned. They knew that every shot was precious because they had limited ammunition and few opportunities.
As long as the opponent gets tired of playing, it is very possible to solve their problem: just one confrontation and one strafing attack from the swooping attack aircraft, and their place will instantly turn into a **** on earth.
Therefore, the gunner responsible for adjusting the direction was about to burst into tears. He shook the handle vigorously, trying to make his muzzle keep up with the lightning attack aircraft that came and went like the wind.
The remaining people were also adjusting gun positions and re-aiming as quickly as possible, trying to find the window to fire again.
But the Thunder attack aircraft was always one step ahead and did not give the opponent a chance to advance. The tracer bullets that flew into the sky were thrown away one after another, and were at least several hundred meters away from the tail of the Thunderbolt aircraft. Without motor assistance or computer control, it is not easy to hit a jet through pure manual control.
The shells fired by the anti-aircraft guns drew arcs in the air, trying to capture the trajectory of the aircraft. However, the Tang Army's thunder attack aircraft always seemed to be able to predict the trajectory of the artillery shells. It made a series of complex flight movements in the air, causing the artillery shells to miss again and again.
"Ammunition! I need ammunition!" The gunner who controlled the artillery fired all his ammunition, and turned back to the loaders who were waiting for orders and shouted hysterically.
"The loading team is in position!" The loaders who heard the order immediately responded loudly to their commanders, and rushed to the anti-aircraft gun with the magazine in hand.
The empty magazines were unloaded, and the magazines filled with ammunition were inserted into the anti-aircraft guns in various ways. Under the soldiers' feet were bullet casings that were still warm, each one shining golden, like treasures piled together.
As time passed by, the tension on the battlefield became increasingly intense. The hearts of these soldiers from Sussas tightened with every artillery fire, and they longed to see the moment when the enemy plane was shot down.
However, the reality is cruel. Despite the great efforts of the gunners controlling the artillery, the enemy planes still soared in the sky and were not shot down.
The battle became a test of the will and skill of the gunners. They know that every failure means more danger. They must be calmer and more precise to win this aerial battle. But they really have no way to do better, their weapons...are already behind the times.
"We can't keep up with its speed!" a gunner complained angrily.
From his perspective, as long as the opponent suddenly changes direction, they will no longer be able to capture the opponent's advance. The heavy artillery turned too slowly and had no motor assistance. It was really heavy and heavy.
"Shake it hard!" The anxious mood of the shooter who was responsible for aiming and firing could even be heard clearly in his tone.
"I'm shaking it hard!" The gunner who controlled the steering of the artillery gritted his teeth and argued for himself. He really wanted an auxiliary motor so that the cannon could rotate at a faster speed.
Unfortunately, the self-propelled artillery version has a motor. Their towed anti-aircraft guns deployed on positions are rarely equipped with expensive motors.
A motor system does not cost much, but a generator set is not cheap. After all, having an oil-burning power generation equipment is equivalent to having a vehicle engine.
Now that we have an engine, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to just produce a car? This is a constraint on industrial production capacity and a helpless choice on the production side.
After a game, the soldiers on the front line could only use some weapons and equipment that were not so easy to use to fight the powerful enemy.
"Quick! It's swooping over!" In the midst of the rush and panic, a loader saw the overcoming Thunder attack aircraft and shouted in despair.