"Mr. Liu, Mr. Deng, and commanders, I have kept you waiting for a long time."
Zhu Han quickly apologized to everyone.
The group of people in front of him are all thunderous to him.
Anyone who knows something about the history of the Anti-Japanese War and looks at the people present at this time will sigh, what kind of magical lineup is this?
"Don't be afraid of being late for a good meal. You must know what we are most concerned about this time, right?"
"Haha, that's natural. Let's go to the shooting range and let you personally evaluate our rifle."
"Haha, it's not me who has the final say on whether a gun is good or not."
When they arrived at the shooting range, Mr. Liu smiled and waved, and a shy young man of seventeen or eighteen years old walked out of the crowd.
"This is the sharpshooter of the 385th Brigade, Comrade Xiao Xiaoyuan."
"No one in the division is dissatisfied with his marksmanship."
"The first time I touched a gun, I fired 5 bullets, killed four enemies, and shot the remaining one into the sky."
"As a result, an enemy plane was shot down."
"Hahaha."
Everyone present laughed, not knowing whether the boss was joking or whether it was interesting to see Zhu Han's surprised expression.
"It seems that our Comrade Xiao Zhu doesn't believe it. Come and set up a target, fire five bullets and let Director Zhu have a look."
"Don't……"
Just when Brigadier Wang of the 385th Brigade proudly wanted to show it to Zhu Han.
Xiao Xiaoyuan, who had been holding the gun silently just now, couldn't help but speak.
Just look at his blushing face, and he seems to have mustered up a lot of courage.
The intermittent voice became smaller and smaller:
"Don't...don't fight them all..."
Brigadier Wang also looked embarrassed.
I had no choice but to ask tentatively:
"How about...three shots?"
Xiao Xiaoyuan seemed to have gone through a lot of psychological struggle and reluctantly nodded.
He took out a shiny golden bridge clip from the bullet bag.
He carefully removed three bullets from the scene and held them tightly in his hands.
He opened his mouth again in embarrassment:
"Chief, these three bullets...must...must be replenished..."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely make it up!"
This time it was Zhu Han who made the guarantee, but he saw the dilemma of everyone present.
Don't look at them as division commanders and brigade commanders.
They had just repelled a Japanese raid and couldn't get out a single bullet.
Xiao Xiaoyuan naturally knew the situation of the Eighth Route Army.
But after hearing Zhu Han's assurance, some hope shone in his eyes again.
"yes!"
I saw him standing in the shooting position, and his aura was completely different from before.
"Get ready to shoot! Aim at the enemy's head!"
"Go-pa! Go-pa! Go-pa!"
"good!"
Missless shots.
As the bullet accurately hit the straw man's head, even Zhu Han couldn't help but cheer.
Why?
It's because this young man has so many 100-meter and 200-meter targets instead of shooting at them. Instead, he shoots at 500-meter targets.
The third shot hit the 600-meter target directly in the head.
It’s 600 meters, and it’s hard to see the target.
He was actually able to hit a target as big as his head with perfect accuracy.
How about saying that all sharpshooters are rewarded by God?
You can't learn from Wei Yong even if you train him to death these days.
"Come on, boy, try this."
Zhu Han couldn't help it anymore and handed over a freshly calibrated five-six-and-a-half.
Under his personal guidance, Xiao Xiaoyuan raised his gun, aimed and shot.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!"
After three shots were fired, the whole place fell into silence.
Because the division's famous sharpshooter actually missed the target!
"Comrade Zhu Han, did you see it? This is the performance of short bullets!"
Zhao Sizhe finally found an opportunity and accused Zhu Han without hesitation.
"Without enough charge and muzzle velocity, its trajectory is just like..."
"It's just like peeing, I know that. But can we give Comrade Xiao a little more time?"
Zhu Han took over the conversation directly.
Because just when everyone was confused, he had already seen Xiao Xiaoyuan's expression of realization.
"No amount of time can change the performance of bullets. When will you admit..."
"Wait a minute!"
Xiao Xiaoyuan, who picked up the gun, was completely different from before and firmly interrupted the argument.
This time, he loaded, aimed, and shot in one go.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!"
Two shots at the same 500-meter target and one shot at the 600-meter target.
Same hit on the head.
Before anyone could react, he fired several more shots.
450m target.
400m target.
350m target.
300m target
…
In the blink of an eye, not a single target on the field was spared.
Every shot was aimed directly at the head, and there was no miss. Everything seemed so smooth and smooth.
"The ballistic drop is obvious above 400 meters, but you can use the rear sight to assist in aiming."
"It's a good gun!"
"What is the use!?"
Zhao Sizhe interrupted everyone who was about to cheer with an angry roar.
"Don't be fooled by the illusion in front of you!"
"You also saw the Type 38 ballistics used by Comrade Xiao Xiaoyuan just now!"
"It's still accurate above 600 meters! It makes the enemy's shooting within 600 meters still quite threatening!"
"What about the short-term ammunition produced by our factory?"
"Aiming at the head above 400 meters can hit the ground!"
"Zhu Han! If the soldiers use your bullets, then these 200 meters will be the death zone you drew for them with your own hands!"
"Also, this gun is really good, but so what?"
"Our soldiers are short of guns and ammunition. Is now the time to pursue the performance of one or two rifles?!"
"The materials used to produce one semi-automatic rifle can even be used to make three bolt-action rifles!"
"Now even the soldiers, including firecrackers, don't have a gun. How many such guns can you produce? And how much ammunition is enough to feed these guns?!"
Zhao Sizhe finally couldn't help it and vomited out all the thoughts in his heart.
How to describe the mood of the commanders and fighters present?
It's like participating in a 100-meter dash and being kicked over the moment the starting gun rings.
They are all completely confused.
Indeed, no matter how good a gun is, it cannot be more meaningful than two guns firing bullets at the same time.
Zhao Sizhe's speech was completely based on the actual situation of the Eighth Route Army.
"We'll talk as we walk."
Zhu Han explained with a smile while leading the crowd.
He didn't mean to be angry at all, but was actually very happy.
It took three years, but I finally found someone who can think about logistics issues from a holistic perspective.
If such a person can be subdued, he must be an effective assistant.
"You are right. The Type 38 combined with plate bullets has a stable ballistic trajectory and is very accurate."
"In fact, his problem is that the trajectory is too stable, which often leads to over-penetration."
"It is indeed possible for bullets fired by Jaap veterans at a distance of more than 500 meters to kill our soldiers."
"But have you ever thought about a question?"
Zhu Han changed the subject.
"Many of our soldiers use the 38-style, but can they kill the enemy 500 meters away?"
Including Zhao Sizhe, everyone present was stunned.
"That's right, even if we use the Sanba Gai'er directly, we won't be able to take advantage when shooting against the Japanese."
"Indeed, the distance that can really effectively strike the enemy is within 400 meters."
The confused commanders and soldiers began to come to their senses and recalled the battlefield situation.
Zhu Han saw that everyone gradually calmed down and continued:
"The Scientific Research Office of the U.S. Army Staff Operations Department reached this conclusion after investigating the Spanish Civil War."
"Rifles and light machine guns have an 80 percent hit rate at 200 yards and a 90 percent hit rate at 300 yards."
"It's basically impossible to hit anything beyond 300 yards."
"It shows that between 200 and 300 yards, soldiers are relaxed and can aim effectively."
"If it were further away, it would be impossible to hit due to the limitations of firearms and marksmanship."
In fact, Zhu Han told a little lie here. This report was summarized by the United States in 1952 based on data from World War II.
Anyway, no one can verify the authenticity of a US report now.
I simply took it out in advance.
"This shows that the Japs' marksmanship is accurate. The main reason is the Japs' strict system that does not treat soldiers as human beings. Firearms are only auxiliary."
"But even so, the Japanese combat manual also states that the effective range of the Type 38 is 480 meters."
"The effective range of the short steel bullet is 400 meters, which is far beyond the less than 300 meters mentioned in the report."
“On this basis, smaller bullets can reduce recoil impulse.”
"Lighter bullets allow soldiers to carry more ammunition."
"And this kind of short bomb uses less material and is more conducive to mass production."
"hiss!"
Listening to Zhu Han's explanation, even a well-informed man like Mr. Liu couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Looking at the people who were already excited, Zhu Han snickered secretly in his heart.
Where are you now? Don't faint later.
So he continued:
"Let's move on to guns..."
