Chapter 330: The Small Barrel of M41
When Chen Xu's steppe wolf team returned to the front-line logistics base, he heard on the radio that the paratroopers had won one after another, constantly reporting the speed of the march, all of which were breakthroughs! Breakthrough! Various breakthroughs. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
The Hanoi garrison was like a piece of paper, and it was impossible to resist the one-sided slaughter of the invincible paratroopers.
In the operation of the paratroopers, especially the M41, the combat is the most prominent, and its killing efficiency far exceeds Chen Xu's expectations. Although its 76mm gun is very weak, the barrel is the size of a baby's fist, and its power is limited. In the flower planter where caliber is king, the support firepower of the platoon level used in this attack is based on 120 mm heavy mortars, and the small-caliber 60 mm mortars have been eliminated in the era of the popularization of bazookas and grenade launchers because their power is too small!
Moreover, our army has become accustomed to the tactics of washing the ground with heavy firepower, and the 60 mortars, which are as thin as a pen, can no longer satisfy the appetite of the soldiers.
But a tank is a tank, and even if it is only 76 mm caliber, it can still fire tail stabilized armor-piercing shells. It was easy to penetrate the reinforced concrete fortifications in the city of Hanoi, fight cattle across the mountains, and attack the Vietnamese troops hiding behind buildings.
The Vietnamese stronghold, which ordinary infantry had to pay heavy sacrifices to conquer, could easily be solved by the M41 with just one shot, and it is no wonder that the paratroopers are making rapid progress. The Vietnamese army was already in a hurry to respond to the battle, and its defense was not so complete, and under the pressure of our officers and men with helicopter gunships and infantry tans at the bottom, the defensive circle of the Hanoi garrison was already on the verge of fragmentation.
Although he retreated to the suburbs, Chen Xu could still clearly hear the roar of the M41 tank, its 76mm gun sound was somewhat unique, and he was used to hearing the roar of the 105 or 120 smoothbore heavy guns, and Chen Xu was particularly sensitive to the sound of this small-caliber gun being ejected.
This time, the matter was urgent, and due to the weak airborne technology of the Air Force, it was not allowed to airdrop the M41 light tank. If the conditions are sufficient, Chen Xu will definitely put the M1 heavy tank over.
The Air Force was seriously lagging behind in training during the period of the Great Pump, and even the planes lacked maintenance, and the accumulation of parachute technology was even less, far behind the United States and the Soviet Union, and airdropping heavy tanks was an impossible task for the Air Force.
You must know that at the same time, the U.S. military was already experimenting with low-altitude dropping M1 heavy tanks, allowing transport planes to skim the ground at ultra-low altitudes, and the belly of the aircraft flew almost close to the ground. During this time, the tank in the engine room was fixed to a large iron plate, and then the hatch was opened and the tank was thrown out along with the iron plate.
Because it is an ultra-low altitude that skims the ground, the tank has already landed as soon as it leaves the cabin, and the open parachute is strictly speaking just a reduction parachute, and the tank placed on the large iron plate will stop after taxiing for a certain distance.
It's a bit like a swim, and although it's very bumpy, it's not very dangerous.
In fact, this method of dropping tanks can no longer be called parachute airdrops, at best it is just a kind of ultra-fast unloading, and all the risks of airdropping are imposed on the transport aircraft.
Because it is launched at an ultra-low altitude, the success rate is quite good, and the tank rarely rolls over or crashes. It's just that this kind of delivery method has strict requirements for the landing field, and it must be flat terrain, and it is not possible to have slightly undulating hills or trees, and the pilot's hand only needs to shake a little that is the end of the plane crash and death. Moreover, the landing field must be completely under the control of the US military, otherwise the ultra-low-flying transport will become a perfect target for the enemy.
Because this airdrop method is too dangerous, even the US military is only accumulating technology as a backup, unless it is a last resort, half of it will not use this kind of airdrop that will lose the transport plane at any time!
The Soviet army also found a new way on the road of airdropping, and studied the parachute drop that integrates people and vehicles, throwing a 50-ton tank from a high altitude, and the total area of a dozen parachutes is larger than a football field.
Because the tank is too big, take it for a ride!
During the landing, a gust of wind blows, and the tank will be blown in the air to shake around, causing it to roll over when it lands, and the most serious situation is that the tank becomes the same as the two iron balls in free fall that Galileo Galilei did at the Leaning Tower of Pisa in 1590.
The main thing is Lao Maozi's rugged style, which likes to let the tankmen and tanks be airdropped together, so it is conceivable that these poor soldiers were directly shocked to death and turned into a pile of mud.
Of course, we can't laugh at Lao Maozi's one-man airdrop of people and vehicles, because in later generations, flower planters are also keen on this kind of crazy airdrop, and even have achieved triple throwing, that is, one transport plane throws three heavy vehicles.
As for why the Hua family is also keen on airdrop tactics, I believe everyone knows why, after all, across the strait, in addition to landing operations, airdrop decapitation is the most direct and effective.
After the helicopter gunship landed, logisticians rushed in to refuel and refill each plane, and pilots took advantage of the rare free time to step off the plane to rehydrate or go to the toilet.
Chen Xu held a bottle of mineral water in his hand, squatted behind the side of the Touwolf helicopter, and looked at the belly of the plane that was full of scratches and bullet marks by the light fire from the ground, and couldn't help but feel palpitations. If it is in normal times, the slightest scratch on the helicopter shell must be checked by the whole machine, and such a serious bullet wound must at least be returned to the factory for overhaul.
"The plane is all right!" Chen Xu asked the bearded ground crew who was doing a simple test for the helicopter with some unconfidence.
The bearded ground worker touched the shell of the helicopter and swore an oath: "Don't worry, the shell has blocked the bullets and not injured the internal mechanical structure, and the head wolf can continue to fight again!" ”
Chen Xu doesn't care if the plane is really fine, or this ground crew is comforting himself, anyway, since the ground crew said it's okay, then it must be fine, these guys are very reliable, and they are the pilots' most trusted partners.
After Peng Jing got off the plane, she sat on the ammunition box, her eyes empty and she didn't know what she was thinking. Chen Xu stepped forward and massaged his shoulder to relieve the kid's emotions.
Today's war is too great for the young man who has experienced the battle for the first time, and with the movement of a button, hundreds of enemy troops are wiped out under the bombardment of heavy machine guns and rockets, and this killing efficiency is unprecedentedly high, even if the Omaha butcher Seflo who killed 2,000 American troops with a machine gun in the Normandy landings of World War II is nothing more than that.
If as expected, there will be many pilots in our army today who will break this terrifying killing record, for example, Di Chen of the Apache brigade has already reloaded back and forth three times, and this cargo is rising, and I don't know how many Vietnamese heads have accumulated in my hands!
Looking at Peng Jing's white and delicate hands like girls, it was hard to imagine that under the control of these hands just now, the Touwolf helicopter had killed at least one battalion of Vietnamese soldiers.
At this time, Chen Xu didn't know what to say comforting, after all, his own mood was also very heavy, so he could only press his temples and shoulders to help him relax his tense muscles.
"Report to Mr. Chen, Mr. Wang asks you to report to the headquarters!" Wang Lie's herald came out of nowhere, saluted beside him, and said loudly.
Wang Lie summoned himself to definitely have something important, Chen Xu patted Peng Jing's shoulder, pursed his lips and said, "You rest for a while, I'll go back!" ”
Then Chen Xu gave another whistle to remind the other pilots of the surrounding steppe wolf squad, and asked them to take care of Peng Jing, this kid is in a trance now, and he can't do it if he doesn't look at it.
The airborne troops' selected front-line logistics camp is located on a large dry field in the northeast of Hanoi, the larger the size of six football fields, surrounded by unobstructed trees, and the only commanding point next to it is a 100-meter-high hillside that barely overlooks the whole city of Hanoi. Wang Lie set up his airborne front-line headquarters on the top of the mountain, so that he could observe the movements in the city at any time. (To be continued.) )