Bright Sword Military System

Chapter 299 Discipline
The result was a false alarm.

It was true that the rocket exploded in Wujiaba, but it hit the field less than a mile away from the village, leaving a big hole, and the surrounding wheat was blown to pieces.

The villagers were so frightened that they ran back to the house and closed the door tightly. They thought that the devils were attacking suddenly... When the devils attacked Lujiagou last time, they could hear gunshots and explosions, thinking that this time they had changed places. Hit Wujiaba.

When Zhang Wanhe arrived at the scene, he was relieved to see that no one was hurt, and told the medicine jar to explain to the villagers before making compensation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the villagers heard that the Eighth Route Army fired the cannon, not only did they not ask for compensation, but they also rushed to watch with great interest.

The owner of the field is a fellow villager in his fifties, but his face is already wrinkled, and he wears a hat wrapped with strips of cloth on his head. Even a patched cotton skirt can't hide his half-hunched back.

People in this era live a hard life. In their 80s, they look like modern people in their [-]s and [-]s. The difference is that they still have to drag their bodies to work, while modern people have already retired to live at home.

The medicine jar introduced the old man in this way: "The director of the factory, this is my cousin, my family, there is no need to pay for this land!"

It's not that the fields of the medicine pot's relatives were blown up by chance, but that the villages were relatively closed during this period, and everyone in the same village had some relatives.

"How can I do that!" Zhang Wanhe said, "Brother, it's not easy for you to grow some food. This whole..."

As Zhang Wanhe said, he looked towards the field. Good guy, with the hole that was blown out as the center, the crops of tens of square meters around were either blown up, crushed, or buried by the mud.

"Less to say, there must be dozens of catties of grain!" Zhang Wanhe looked regretful, and turned around and said, "Brother, let's count by fifty catties! Do you think it is suitable?"

"It doesn't count that much!" The fellow replied with a smile, "Maybe we could collect this amount in previous years, but this year, if there are a dozen hailstones, we can collect two or three achievements. What's more, the Eighth Route Army helps us fight devils, and we are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. How can I ask you to pay for the loss of food!"

Then the village head squeezed forward, and he enthusiastically shook Zhang Wanhe's hand and said: "Comrade, I heard that the army won a big victory last time and killed many devils. We plan to carry two jars of old wine there." The army rewards the soldiers, this little crop is nothing! Don’t worry, our army has such artillery, we are also happy!”

Zhang Wanhe answered awkwardly: "Village chief, the Eighth Route Army has discipline. Destroying villagers' property is a mistake. If I don't pay, I will be punished!"

At this time, Wang Xuexin asked the big guy to turn his trouser pockets upside down, and finally got together two yuan of border area coins, enough to buy fifty catties of grain.

Wang Xuexin secretly handed the money to Zhang Wanhe, Zhang Wanhe was overjoyed, and hurriedly put the money into the hands of fellow villagers: "Brother, you must accept it!"

As he spoke, he winked at the medicine jar.

The medicine jar understood, and stepped forward to persuade: "Biao uncle, please accept it! Otherwise, our factory manager will be criticized when we go back, and the factory manager may not be able to do it, and we have to report it at the meeting. If you don't accept it, you will be hurt." People!"

After hearing this, the fellow took the money with a look of embarrassment.

But he still said: "It doesn't take so much..."

"Brother, you can keep it!" Zhang Wanhe said as if he was amnesty: "If you want more, I will pay my brother a present!"

As if fleeing, he took Wang Xuexin and others away.

On the way back, Wang Xuexin seemed to understand why the Eighth Route Army could win the hearts of the people.

If the Eighth Route Army has such discipline, it will be in stark contrast to the stubborn army, so how can it not be supported by the people!

Therefore, the real defeat of the enemy is not weapons and equipment, but the discipline of the Eighth Route Army and its attitude towards the people.

Hardware and others didn't focus on this, which was already a trivial matter for them.

They were discussing the success of the trial.

The rocket means that the turbo spin stabilization that Wang Xuexin said is feasible, and the range is much longer than estimated.

To be honest, this surprised Wang Xuexin.

The range of the modern 107 rocket launcher of our army is 8 kilometers. Wang Xuexin thought that it would be good if the round-headed rocket made by the Eighth Route Army could hit half the range, but he did not expect it to reach 6 kilometers.

Su Xin is also thinking about this issue. She thinks it is problematic for her to calculate the range and accuracy of the rocket launcher with the accuracy of the rocket launcher.

This is not only related to whether the two have tail fins, but also because the initial speed is different.

For any object flying in the air, whether it is a bullet or a shell, if the speed is lower than the speed of sound, the resistance and influence of the air will increase in series, so the speed will drop sharply.

But if it is flying at a speed higher than the speed of sound, that is, flying at a supersonic speed, the resistance and influence of the air are very small, so the tendency of the speed to drop is also small.

The rocket of the bazooka flies below the speed of sound all the way: when it exits the chamber, it uses the principle of a recoilless gun to project, with a muzzle velocity of 117 m/s, and then starts the rocket engine to accelerate to 294 m/s until it hits the target.

This causes the rocket to be greatly affected by air resistance and the tail, so the wind is relatively strong and the range is short.

The rocket of the rocket launcher is different. It has a longer charge and a longer propulsion time. Although the initial velocity at the moment it hits the orbit is only about 34 m/s, it can accelerate to 372 m/s in the air, exceeding the speed of sound of 340 m/s.

That is to say, it had a stable supersonic flight, so the range exceeded expectations.

"How far can the devil's ghost cannon hit?" Wu Jin asked excitedly.

It's no wonder that when hardware asks, it asks ghost guns. This is the most common first-level artillery of the ghost artillery, especially for the mixed brigades of the Eighth Route Army.

"2.7 kilometers!" Su Xin replied.

"2.7 kilometers?" Wu Jin's eyes widened: "That is to say, our shooting range is twice as long as that of the Devil's Ghost Cannon?"

"It should be twice as much!" Wang Xuexin said indifferently: "Our cannon is not very accurate. The ghost cannon refers to where to shoot. If we have a shorter range, how can we fight the devil?"

"You...that's easy for you to say!" Su Xin retorted, "We've been here for so many years, don't we just have nothing to deal with ghost cannons?"

Wang Xuexin replied: "What is this? How many rockets do we need to fire a ghost cannon? It's not easy to make rockets!"

"The ghost cannon is easy to make?" Su Xin replied unconvinced: "We can make a hundred rockets with the effort of making one ghost cannon!"

This is not wrong. The difficulty of the Ghost Cannon is mainly in its rifling, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it is also difficult to maintain.

Zhang Wanhe felt a little strange when he heard it: "I said Director Su, who made this rocket launcher? Doesn't Xiao Dongbei know this?"

Everyone "coaxed" and laughed, and Su Xin realized that she had been fooled by Wang Xuexin and said a lot of good things for him.

(End of this chapter)