The bullet hit the bull's-eye, leaving only a bullet hole the thickness of a finger nod. www.. org

The soldier was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and waved it vigorously, and at the same time shouted with all his strength: "Wear it, one shot will pierce ......"

Fang Buwei carried the gun and stepped back a little.

He wanted to test the gun's extreme distance.

At one hundred and fifty meters, although the bullet had pierced through the armor, it was stuck in the steel plate.

Fang Buwei fired a few more shots, and the guns were the same.

It seems that this is the limit.

Fang Bu is not a conservative estimate, if he wants to penetrate the steel plate and kill the people inside, he can't exceed 120 meters at most.

Liu Xuwu stood next to Fang Buwei, with a tangled face, wanting to speak but not daring to speak.

"If you fart, let it go!" Fang Buwei scolded while putting away the gun.

They are all bloody men, and they can be regarded as having lived and died together, so what else is there to be polite?

"You have to aim with a shot...... The problem is, the devil's tank can't stop there, waiting for you to fight? Liu Xuwu also raised the same question as Sun Liren, "If you dare to stop, it's enough to have a mortar......"

"What else?" Fang Buwei asked again.

"And you can only fire three shots at most, or you will wait to be crushed into pulp......"

Liu Xuwu considered this according to the reaction of ordinary soldiers, and Fang was not excluded from this case.

Fang Buwei's speed was too fast, at least three times that of an ordinary soldier, and this added the time he had to change bullets halfway. www.. org

Otherwise, at least one shot per second.

In Liu Xuwu's opinion, this thing may still play a role in Fang Buwei's hands, and in the hands of ordinary soldiers, it is basically chicken ribs, far less good than a grenadier.

"You'll know when the time comes!" Fang Buwei patted Liu Xuwu on the shoulder.

Fang Buwei naturally understands this truth.

But he thought more than Liu Xuwu.

Not to mention mortars and machine guns, let's just say that the simplest grenadier canisters cost tens of hundreds of times more than anti-tank guns.

No matter how small the grenadier canister, it is also a shell. And the anti-tank gun only uses large bullets, how much can it be worth?

This is still secondary, and the key is labor costs.

Don't look at the grenadiers as small and simple, they must be real artillerymen who can use them, and they must have received professional artillery training and training.

The devil's squad is about fifteen people, and there are only two grenadiers in it at most, and most of the time, they are only equipped with one.

The grenadiers are going to die, and this thing is not even as good as a burning stick.

Not to mention.

Let's just say that the 88th Division was built on the basis of a professional artillery regiment, but how many people can calculate the parabola and the landing point?

Taking Wu Qiujian's 523rd Regiment as an example, there is only one mortar company of 2,000 people in a fully equipped regiment, and two-thirds of them do not know how to calculate the coordinates and predict the landing point, but are only used to load and unload artillery tools, or even to carry coolies. www.. org

Of the 2,000 people, less than 40 could fire, not even 2 percent, and one less died.

Although the labor cost of the machine gun is lower than this, the cost of the thing itself is too high to afford.

Wu Qiujian's 523rd Regiment was only equipped with six gates.

But anti-tank guns do not have these concerns, and the cost is many times lower than mortars, machine guns, or grenadiers, and the labor success is lower.

If you can shoot a gun, you will use it, and the direct relationship with whether you have culture or not is not too big.

As for whether it can be aimed accurately?

You can always pick one out of ten, right?

Fang Buwei just wants to popularize this thing, and it is best to have a platoon, which can be matched with about two strokes.

No matter how you think about it, it's better than a dozen people holding explosives bags and charging at a tank together, and they may not be able to blow it up if they all die.

"Throw you here first, I'll go back to the division headquarters and get some good ......things," Fang Buwei said, pointing at the anti-tank gun.

"No problem, I'll watch it for you!" Liu Xuwu replied.

He was also more curious about what the good things Fang Buwei said in his mouth.

Liu Xuwu subconsciously came to lift the gun, but found that he couldn't lift it.

"Silly, huh?" Fang Buwei sneered, "More than a hundred catties!" ”

Liu Xuwu listened secretly.

Fang Bu had tried more than ten shots for this, and this gun was held by him with one hand, and it felt easier than the official in the soldier's hand.

I didn't expect it to weigh 100 pounds?

Liu Xuwu's eyes were wrong when he looked at Fang Buwei.

No wonder you can throw a ten-pound cluster grenade so far.

Hearing the adjutant say that Fang Buwei was coming to the position in a car, Wu Qiujian, who had just returned to the position, didn't even take a breath and chased after him.

Before he arrived at Liu Xuwu's camp, he saw the jeep dragging an earth dragon galloping away, and Wu Qiujian knew that Fang Buwei was leaving again.

"What is Staff Officer Fang here for?" Wu Qiujian found Liu Xuwu and asked.

"Let's test the gun, say it can hit tanks!" Liu Xuwu pointed to the anti-tank guns carried by the two soldiers and were walking into the trenches behind.

"Can you fight tanks?" Wu Qiujian's eyes lit up.

"Not particularly good!" Liu Xuwu shook his head and said, "It can only work when it is almost 100 meters, and you have to hit the tank directly to ......"

"You know a?" Wu Qiujian scolded, "How many tanks can a devil have...... If we have a ten-shot or eight-shot one, all of them are aimed at a tank, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that he can't get a shot? ”

Liu Xuwu was stunned for a moment: "Where did you get ten strokes and eight strokes?" ”

"We don't have it, but that doesn't mean Staff Officer Fang can't get it back?" Wu Qiujian smiled mysteriously, "Wait, if you can really take this thing and knock down the devil's tank, Staff Officer Fang will naturally find a way to get a few more shots back!" ”

Wu Qiujian also just returned from the division headquarters.

Song Yuanliang specially called him to go, and explained to him that Fang Buwei might have to stay in his position for a while, and asked him to take care of it.

It's care, not protection.

The battle on the battlefield was proposed by Fang Buwei personally, and it was not deliberately arranged by him Song Yuanliang, and Fang Buwei really wanted to die in battle, and it had nothing to do with him......

Wu Qiujian also knew that Fang Buwei had gone to the Tax Police Corps, and when he saw him get such a gun back, he could naturally guess where Fang Buwei got it.

When he thought of the tax police corps, Wu Qiujian would subconsciously drool.

It's so fucking fat......

When Fang Buwei went back, Ye Xingzhong was in the open space outside the baggage camp of the 88th Division, staring at seven or eight soldiers' incendiary bombs.

Fang Buwei picked up a bottle casually and carefully inspected the seal and bottle body.

This thing is easy to use, but if you are not careful, it is easy to hurt yourself by mistake.

This is especially true if the seal is not tightly sealed and the bottle body is not scrubbed clean.

"Don't worry, I've checked it bottle by bottle!" Ye Xingzhong said.

Fang Buwei nodded.

Basically can meet their own requirements.